"As I said, there are... no ghosts in this world!"
Wang Ye murmured to himself, then slowly turned around and looked behind him.
A little girl who was only five or six years old and wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket was raising her head and looking at Wang Ye pitifully.
After meeting Wang Ye's eyes, she opened her mouth and asked timidly: "Are you buying red clothes?"
"Buy it!"
"Look at how shabby your clothes are. Can my brother buy some clothes for you?"
Wang Ye knelt down, looked at the little girl with eyes full of intimacy, and even raised his hand to touch the little girl's hair.
Obviously, the little girl seemed to have never experienced this kind of situation before, and she seemed a little confused for a moment, as if... she didn't know what to do.
"Are you buying red clothes?"
As if realizing that there was a problem with the process, the little girl seemed to have restarted and spoke again.
...
"Buy something for you to wear."
Wang Ye stubbornly repeated his voice.
The little girl fell into silence again, and soon her expression became gloomy, and her face was a little distorted: "Are you buying red clothes?"
This time, the little girl almost shouted!
The candle lights in the room were suddenly blown out by the cold wind at this moment, and the broken wooden door was blown up by the wind and smashed down.
It blows up again and falls down again.
It made bursts of violent noises.
"Why are you shouting so loudly?"
"Scared me!"
Wang Ye stood up dissatisfied, then took out a soul lamp from the cloth bag and pinched a wisp of flame with his fingertips.
Even though there was a strong wind blowing in the room, the flame was still as steady as a mountain and unwavering.
The next second...
Wang Ye directly placed the flame on the girl's body with a smile.
The girl seemed a little confused as to why the person in front of her was not afraid of her, and what was this fire...?
But soon, she suddenly let out a shrill roar.
His whole body began to burn violently, turning into ashes in just about three seconds.
The flame gathered on its own and floated in the air again. Wang Ye waved his hand lightly and put it away with a thoughtful look on his face.
Sure enough, as I guessed, do the ghosts in this illusion really exist?
It's just that it has most of the characteristics of a ghost. The only difference is that it can be killed easily.
But relatively speaking, everyone who comes in will fall into an illusion, lose their memory, and have their own energy sealed.
As for the sealing medium, it should be pollen.
Even Wang Ye was no exception, including the relics belonging to the Long-Eared Buddha hidden in his sleeves, all of which had lost their movement.
Obviously, this is an iron rule.
Of course... Yaochi is not so absolute. He only sealed 99% of a person's energy and mental power, but still left some behind.
This is also the source of energy that allows Wang Ye to open the bag.
When he first entered this illusion, he also lost his memory, but fortunately, he made a cut on his arm at the most critical moment.
This also led to a loophole in the illusion.
So when his younger sister asked about the source of his wounds, although the illusion temporarily fabricated a memory of being damaged while farming, it was ultimately a temporary supplement, resulting in a gap in the new memory in Wang Ye's mind.
The continuous pain, including the wound, was stimulating his nerves and gave Wang Ye a buffer time.
So when Wang Ye fell asleep on the kang, he kept recalling all the details of himself, and the following scene appeared.
"Let me just say, there are no ghosts in this world."
Wang Ye said something to himself, then lazily came to his sister and squatted down.
Qingya.
An old acquaintance.
As expected, the layout of this illusion is quite large, and everyone can be drawn in through the bridge.
Qingya happened to be assigned the identity of her younger sister. As for who the others are...
Not sure yet.
And now there is a more serious problem. This illusion is obviously self-correcting. I must not be able to hide the matter of recovering my memory. It is estimated that it will not be long before I am attacked by this illusion again.
At least you need to leave a little reminder so that you can wake up at any time.
Wang Ye took out the boning knife from the bag and scratched it gently on his arm.
finally...
The words "I am Wang Ye" were deeply carved by him, and then he covered them with the cuffs of his clothes.
You can't challenge Yaochi's authority unscrupulously, you still have to respect it appropriately.
I just don’t know how many people like me have recovered their memories.
He is not arrogant enough to think that he is the only one with the ability to react instantly.
Although talent is not linked to IQ, the talents we focus on cultivating must be those with sufficient IQ and high talent.
It may sound a bit difficult to pronounce, but it is actually easy to understand.
After doing all this, Wang Ye carved the two small characters Wang Ye on the wall of his room.
Until he had done all this, Yaochi Fantasy did not intervene to stop him, which made Wang Ye even more convinced of his previous thoughts.
Select successors.
People with strong talents and quick reactions will be accepted by default if they cheat appropriately.
That's fair enough.
Sure enough, when Wang Ye was ready, that familiar feeling of dizziness came over again, and then he gently fell to the ground next to Qing Ya.
About ten minutes later, Qingya slowly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. The memories before she fell into coma quickly appeared in her mind.
"ah!"
She screamed again subconsciously and finally noticed her brother.
But Wang Ye also fell into a coma at this time.
"Ghost! There is a ghost!"
After Qing Ya muttered something, she hurriedly climbed onto the kang, took out the ghost story novel, lit the candle, and burned it!
It wasn't until the book was completely reduced to ashes that she breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully helped Wang Ye up.
With his head shaking, Wang Ye opened his eyes and looked a little dazed. He scratched his head and asked curiously like a rough man: "Hey, why did I faint?"
"elder brother..."
"It was haunted just now."
Qingya said in a panic with a trace of tears on her face.
"Hey, it's still haunted!"
"You can make it up!"
"What are you doing? You know that bullying me is uneducated."
"If you are afraid, sleep in my room."
With that said, Wang Ye pushed Qing Ya out without any explanation, then closed the door, fell on the kang, and blew out the candle lamp.
"Okay, what the hell is going on? It's real."
Wang Ye muttered again, then turned over and fell asleep.
