After the Yin Qi reached a certain high point, the changes stopped, or the pressure that was released was gradually recovered, and all of it was received inside Yan An's body.
The ghost mist on his body gradually billowed, turning from black to gray, a rich, opaque gray like an oil painting.
The gray covering was so strong that even his vines changed color.
The tattered black clothes that were originally condensed by the black mist also changed their appearance little by little, turning into a green robe.
Li Ting's expression changed. This green robe was exactly the same as what Yan An used to wear in his previous life.
And these are obviously not the clothes Yan An wore before he died. Could this be the clothes that Yan An wore according to his wishes?
His hands are no longer composed of translucent ghost mist, but are a little bit solid. They are a pair of hands that are too thin and therefore appear to have relatively large joints, much like the claws of a skeleton.
But Li Ting knew that Yan An's hands looked like that when he was a human in his previous life.
He is no longer the dead ghost who can only use ghost mist to reveal his body, but he looks more and more like a human being.
In other words, it is more delicate, just like the difference between the mud that Nuwa throws out casually when making a human being and the little person that she carefully kneads.
There is this difference between the lonely ghosts in the underworld and the delusional and resentful ghosts in the human world.
This is the case for the King of Hell and Black and White Impermanence. They have neatly embroidered robes, complete limbs, and clear facial features. Except for some Yin energy and death characteristics unique to ghosts, they look very similar to monks.
This is the difference between Yan An at this time and Yan An before, and it is also what he looks like after absorbing the complete Wuwei Cao.
His face was as pale as most ghosts, his lips were blue, and there was a deep, invisible wound on his face, diagonally across the left side of his face from the center of his eyebrows, and hidden in his neck.
A pair of eyes are still deathly gray.
These are probably like Bai Wuchang's long tongue, which are characteristics of death that cannot be removed when condensing the ghost body.
Of course, if Yan An uses the ghost mist to transform into a normal face, he should be able to disguise himself as a human just like Funny.
But these are not important to Li Ting. What is important is Yan An's strength and the way he just turned his eyes.
The eyes first turned to the unconscious Han Ziqi, who was tied up by the gray vines protruding from his sleeves, and then looked up and forward to Li Ting.
He looked at it for a long time, and his expressionless face moved, and his gray-black eyebrows wrinkled little by little.
Li Ting suppressed the excitement in his heart and looked at Yan An with a smile.
But Yan An moved his eyes away as if nothing had happened and looked at the other people present. His eyes swept from Shuiying to Tang Yuan, then to Ye Ming and Ouyang Song behind Ye Ming. There were many things on Ouyang Song's body. He paused for a while, as if judging his state.
Then he laughed slowly, "You are all weaker than me!"
His expression was very vivid, and his thin face looked particularly unbeatable.
Ye Ming:......
Did the legendary fox doctor have this kind of personality? It's a shame that you've been floating so quietly.
Others had veins popping out, but Li Ting felt his eyes were slightly sore. More than twenty years later, he still remembered his shock when he looked at the shattered fate tablet, and the time when he doubted his fate.
He's been through so much without saying goodbye. ….
Master, thank you for your drink...
That's why when he fell into Jinni Marsh, he hated his life as Chen Shi so much. He had never said goodbye to anyone properly.
That's why he is so decadent and doesn't want to cultivate immortality.
But this time, the last relative in his previous life stood in front of him and spoke in a familiar tone, even if he was just a ghost.
Even if they are separated in the end, at least he can know the reason and he can say goodbye.
This was something that Chen Shi couldn't get in his previous life. It was very common, but he couldn't get it.
"Long time no see." The last thing he said was a plain word with a smile.
However, "Who are you?" Yan An took a step back and raised his eyebrows.
Li's smile froze when he heard this.
"Help me," Yan An said, throwing something to Li Ting.
Listening to his conditioned reflex, Li subconsciously caught it with his left hand, made a supporting motion, and raised his ring finger slightly.
This is his habit of carrying things, a habit that is difficult to change in emergencies, because he has carried things like this day and night for hundreds of years.
Yan An's expression changed, but Li Ting's expression turned ugly. Mushroom?
That slippery, human-flesh-like, pink, jungle mushroom? Why should I help carry such a disgusting thing? Yan An's brain hasn't recovered yet?
Seeing Li Ting looking at him with a dark face, but keeping a little smile to avoid getting angry, Yan An smiled and said, "Master, long time no see."
As he spoke, he secretly stretched out a vine and pulled the mushroom off Li Ting's hand.
At this point, there is nothing Li Ting can't react to. Yan An is a very defensive person, and he does things unscrupulously and goes his own way. Those reactions just now were just to confirm his identity.
It's not that Yan An's brain has not recovered well, it's because Wuweicao Taibu has made his brain recover very well.
Even the cunning and willfulness have been restored to 100%.
"Hey, isn't this the enemy who killed me?" Yan An looked at the tied Han Ziqi and asked Li Tingdao: "I remember something from when I was confused, and you gave it to me?"
Although he called him master, it was more of a weird teasing, or a habit that had been developed for a long time. Yan An's attitude towards Chen Shi was actually more like an old friend for many years.
Neither Chen Shi nor Li Ting actually have that much airs.
Chen Shi may seem inaccessible and aloof, but that's mainly because of his caution, his disappointment, and his luck.
He may have a desire to control, but he is not arrogant and conceited like Xie Yiyin and other weapon refiners, and likes to look at people with his chin raised.
He likes to interact with people sincerely, even though no one may believe him.
But if not, how could there be a word of peace, a thank you for a drink, where could Le Baixin, Chen Yaoyao, Mo Xingyu, those who remember him and want to find him?
They always miss him because they think he was good.
Li Ting nodded, "Since you have regained consciousness, you can kill him, and then we can talk."
"Okay, but it has to wake up and die."
As Yan An spoke, he injected yin energy into Han Ziqi's body.
Han Ziqi gradually regained consciousness, opened his only remaining eye, and then he faced Yan An's face.
"You have also become a resentful ghost!" Han Ziqi said resentfully.
"Otherwise, I won't have this eye." Yan An stretched out his hand to pinch Han Ziqi's eyeball and said, "I am Yan An, and I am not a piece of garbage made of resentment like you."
"Impossible!" Han Ziqi couldn't accept it, but the ghost energy around Yan An told him that there was indeed no resentment in this ghost.
"Shut up." Yan An said, "It was you who killed me. Now I haven't changed, and you haven't changed. Yan An killed the resentful ghost Han Ziqi. This is the right thing!"
"You came to me for revenge, how could you not be a resentful ghost?"
Yan An strangled the vine around Han Ziqi's neck and said, "Who came to take revenge on you?" He felt baffled and couldn't help but wonder if Han Ziqi was playing some trick.
"I made arrangements by the lake, and I felt you coming! I've been waiting for you for a long time! We are only half of Wuwei Cao, and we will eventually have to live and die, but I didn't expect you to cooperate with disgusting humans."
Yan An didn't look good. The vines from his wrists shot out and reached into Han Ziqi's mouth. Then he twisted it hard. Han Ziqi screamed and spit out a piece of black stuff. It was it. tongue.
"I told you to shut up." Yan An said sadly.
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