My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 48 Fight Them

By the creek, beside the campfire, Xu Fang was snoring like thunder, sleeping soundly.

[It's disturbing, and your snoring is louder than a pig! How can a body-cultivating monk be like a pig! You should pick up the machete and kill the pig with your sword! ]

Alas... Ye Wuyou lay beside the tree, curled up.

Lin Qingqing was counting on her fingers, looking distressed as she calculated something.

"I thought it would only take a few days, but I ended up staying in the village for a week in a daze. Four horses were lost, and it would take another two days to go back. The fox demon only brought back the corpse. This mission was not worth it."

Bai Changzai was lying on the side. He should have been fast asleep, but at this moment he closed his eyes and said, "Forget it. At least I'm alive."

"You're not asleep?" Lin Qingqing was stunned, but Bai Changzai, who was lying next to her, didn't say anything.

There was a rustling sound from the side.

Lin Qingqing looked at Ye Wuyou who got up from the ground, and was about to say that you didn't sleep either, but when she looked at the other's simply bandaged face, she didn't say the words.

"Is your eyes okay? I mean, there are so many people in our prison. Let's go back and ask. Who knows, there might be someone with magical powers that can help you recover?"

There was a hint of apology in her words.

The three of them were at the second level, and initially they thought the task was a sure thing, and Ye Wuyou was just there to make up the numbers.

As a result, once they entered the mountain, they got lost in the village. In the end, it was the other party who led them out of trouble, and they lost one eye as a result.

How about giving him all the reward for this mission when we get back? But that's not possible, the captain also needs medicinal herbs to heal his soul...

Listening to Lin Qingqing's words, Ye Wuyou didn't feel anything. He shook his head slightly and walked to the side.

"It's too noisy. I'm going to take a walk." He said casually.

"Then I'll go too."

"Put some water in here."

"Oh……"

[Don't, it's a dark night with a strong wind, a man and a woman alone, isn't this the same? ]

Shit, that’s really depressing.

After sending Lin Qingqing away, Ye Wuyou walked through the grove and followed the sound of flowing water to a small river nearby.

Standing by the water, he reached out and rubbed the wrapped side of his face, which felt a little itchy.

What's going on?
The feeling of an unknown foreign body in my eyes seemed to become more and more obvious at this moment.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuyou untied the bandage.

Looking at his own reflection in the water and the dark eye sockets on his face, Ye Wuyou smiled helplessly, then reached out to grab the cloth strip and wanted to wrap it back.

The strip of cloth slipped from his hands, fell into the water, and drifted away with the current.

Ye Wuyou stood there, his expression somewhat abnormal.

The only eye left now slowly looked towards his hand, towards his left hand that had just grasped the cloth strip.

The empty sleeves hung down limply, fluttering gently in the evening breeze.

Ye Wuyou's face finally showed a hint of surprise and confusion.

His left hand was missing.

But the next moment, it wasn't just the left hand.

Hands, legs, waist, chest...all the way to the head.

The man standing on the water's edge suddenly collapsed like a building block, leaving only an empty set of clothes slowly falling to the ground.

……

"Hu, hu..." Ye Wuyou was lying on the shore at this moment, cold sweat on his forehead, and the skin on his face was trembling as if twitching.

He kept taking deep breaths.

The scene just now appeared in his mind like a dream.

Is this a dream, or something else?
The river water poured on his face, and the stimulation of the cold river water spread from his skin to his brain. Ye Wuyou felt a little calmer.

But the next moment, Ye Wuyou's peace of mind was shattered by the cold river water in front of him.

In the reflection of the river, his originally dark and empty eye sockets now had a blood-red, enchanting pupil.

It was the strange eyeball that he had chewed and swallowed that day.

A very strange feeling came from Ye Wuyou's heart.

This eye is looking at me.

Although it grew on his body and replaced his lost eye, Ye Wuyou could feel that this eye was looking at the river, at his reflection in the river.

As if to confirm the guess in his mind, the scarlet pupil even turned and moved to the side.

Ye Wuyou immediately felt that his sight also moved to the side without his control. Seeing this scene, Ye Wuyou hurriedly tried to control his eyes, or in other words, control this one eye.

After a moment, his reflection in the river controlled himself to cross his eyes, and Ye Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief.

He rolled his eyeballs and felt that his vision was normal, even several times clearer than before.

In the night, every blade of grass and every tree on the other side of the river was clearly visible to him.

Good news, my eyes have recovered.

The bad news is that this eye occasionally has a mind of its own.

"What is this? I chewed it up and swallowed it, how can it reappear in my body?"

Ye Wuyou quietly looked at his reflection in the river, watching this absurd scene.

He knew too little about these strange things and had no idea what changes had happened to him.

"Perhaps, this eyeball was swallowed by me just like the ghost, so I control it?"

[It was originally a useless relic of the aura of the Great Dao. You swallowed it, so you swallowed it. It's because you are blind. Otherwise, how could this thing appear on you? ]

Tsk, it’s just the same dog barking as usual, am I fucking blind?
Oh, I am really blind.

Ye Wuyou thought about it, stretched out his hand, and touched his eyelids, as if he wanted to feel the reality of those eyes.

But the absurd scene did not stop. Like a midnight theater, each scene became more and more bizarre.

At this moment, Ye Wuyou's eyes were silently looking at his left hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Perhaps because there had been enough outrageous things happening just now, the previous horror disappeared from his eyes, leaving only confusion and doubt.

The left hand seemed to swell from the forearm and turned a dark blue color, with mottled blood vessels wrapped around it, while the back of the hand was covered with blue tendons, and the inch-long nails flashed a strange and sharp light.

If there were other people present at this moment, they would only see a man sitting by the river, looking at the empty clothes in front of him with scarlet eyes like a demon.

Ye Wuyou knew very well what this was.

He has used it many times.

The ghost hand of the "ghost".

Now it appears on me?

Is this good or bad?
Ye Wuyou's expression gradually became ugly.

If his eyes were to recover, although his scarlet eyes would look weird and scary, Ye Wuyou didn't think it was a bad thing as long as he covered them normally.

But now that this ghost hand appeared on his body, Ye Wuyou felt very bad.

The dream-like scene just now is still vivid in my mind.

Ye Wuyou's expression froze for a moment, as if he remembered something.

In the illusion at the bottom of the well, the narrator seemed to say something.

[Bullshit, what use is there for this broken avenue wreckage? It's just a dog-skin plaster, the kind that sticks to people and won't go away, and it'll hurt from time to time...]

At that time, I wanted to continue asking, but the situation was urgent and the narrator's speech was always inconsistent.

So, the wreckage of the road, will this weirdness harm people?
[What are you afraid of? It's just that after a long time, these damn debris are just coveting your body. Why are you worrying about these? These debris are just defeated by you. You can easily crush them to death with a pinch of your hand...]

Stop barking like a dog! Speak human language!
But the narrator stopped talking.

Ye Wuyou held his head.

He really felt a headache at the moment. Although the dog narrator did not provide any help, it was completely random and he had to figure out many things on his own.

This damn thing is so useless, not even as good as the sixth-level remnant soul old man in Lu Caiwei's hand!

If Xia Anmeng were in my body, I would have all the skills and supernatural powers I wanted. I could ask about anything I didn't understand about cultivation. There were a lot of secrets in the world waiting for me to explore, and we could even have a friendly chat when I had nothing to do.

[Bullshit, how can that damned soul be worthy of you? You should immediately reflect on why you have such a stupid idea in your heart.]

[This group of remnants of the Great Dao have survived until now, neither alive nor dead. When they meet someone as talented as you, they will of course try every means to covet your body. They will first throw out some sweet things to keep you at their beck and call, and then when you are happy and use them more and the connection deepens, these dogs will start to harm you.]

Of course Ye Wuyou understood what the narration meant.

In other words, every time I use the power of "ghost", it will deepen my connection with this thing, and after a long time it will begin to invade me?

How to stop it?

This time the narrator echoes his thoughts.

[Stop? You smiled lightly, and then you felt that your idea was extremely stupid. Why should you stop it? You might as well wait for the remains of this group of dogs to completely invade your body. Anyway, if you could devour it the first time, you can devour it the second time...]

Ye Wuyou thought this was nonsense.

Can this be the same? At that time, I relied on Xia Anmeng's power, and my body had turned into that strange shape. Could I replicate the situation last time?
"If it really comes to that, what should we do?" Ye Wuyou asked very sincerely.

【Explode with them! 】

(End of this chapter)