Versatile Mage: I have no intention of dimensional throne

Chapter 180 My Dead Wife

"Okay, okay, I'm not serious, okay."

Bai Mo didn't take it seriously, thinking about Ding Yumian's evil destiny incarnation, and he didn't know what it was like.

Can his idea be realized?

Not long after, a powerful spiritual wave rushed outside, washing away Bai Mo's spiritual protective wind.

Feng Zhoulong was also dizzy for a while, but he said as if he didn't care: "Your girlfriend is incredibly psychic. I feel like you can't hide anything from her."

"Ah"

Bai Mo was too lazy to talk to him. He felt the movement in the house and appeared at the door in a flash.

The door to the meditation room opens, revealing the scene inside.

There was obviously light in the room, but Bai Mo felt a little eerie inexplicably, as the light was not very sufficient.

Ding Yumian stood quietly inside the door, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, and she was wearing a black loose sweatshirt, which highlighted her fair skin.

It's just that this fair skin seems to have a faint cold texture. It doesn't look like normal fair skin, with a face that is absolutely beautiful and expressionless. And the eyes that stared at him unblinkingly.

Bai Mo was in a trance, thinking that the person in front of him was a ghost. In short, his whole body was filled with a kind of beauty that was not like the world of the sun. It was cold but not too cold, like an old rag doll in a black and white photo.

It's so cute that I want to knead it, but it looks a bit too scary to get close to.

Inexplicably, a thought popped into Bai Mo's mind - my dead wife is back.

"How come you absorbed a cursed substance and transformed?"

"Does it look good?" asked a cold voice.

"It looks so good."

"This is caused by the aftertaste of the cursed substance. It will be fine after a while."

Raising his eyebrows, Bai Mo put his arm around her shoulders. Look carefully

"Huh~, it's a limited edition. It's not bad. Let's take a photo to commemorate it."

Taking out his mobile phone, his mind controlled him to float in front of them, and he framed a picture of a handsome man with a bright smile, and a beautiful figure with a gentle and demure smile that revealed a bit of a strange and cold quality.

When Feng Zhoulong saw that they had finished their work, he walked closer.

"How about it, how about evil fate?"

Bai Mo also turned his phone to Ding Yumian and saw her nodding slightly.

"It's very good. It's hard to explain in detail. Let me demonstrate the simplest one."

Ding Yumian still admires researchers like Feng Zhoulong. Sometimes he really admires their fantastic ideas.

"Haze of Fear - Hurt!"

Then Ding Yumian's dark pupils suddenly bloomed with a flash of dark red light, and she glanced at the wooden chair next to her.

Then he saw countless dark red lines covering the chair in an instant. In the blink of an eye, he saw that the chair that was still fine turned into dust on the ground in the blink of an eye.

"This is the corrosive power of evil destiny."

Feng Zhoulong nodded slightly and analyzed:

"This chair is made of copper-grained wood. It will not shatter even if it blocks an attack from a warrior-level monster. It can be instantly annihilated by your curse. It seems that the effect of evil fate is indeed very good."

"That's it, Lao Feng, I'll take my late wife out to see the sunshine."

Bai Mo said something and then pulled Ding Yumian away who rolled his eyes, leaving Feng Zhoulong alone to think about the meaning of his dead wife.

Does Ding Yumian know what this guy is thinking? The cold aura about her had long since dissipated, and this person was only concerned about the incarnation of her evil soul.

Sure enough, when he came outside, he saw that he had placed a layer of soundproof barrier around him, and a greeting came out immediately.

"How about it, how do you practice your evil soul incarnation?"

"I do not want to say."

"Why, I care about you, you don't think I really only have Thurse in my mind, do you?"

Bai Mo's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes kept asking, how could you think of me like this.

Giving him a roll of eyes, Ding Yumian remained unmoved.

"Speak quickly!" Bai Mo put his hand around her neck and urged her with his head very close.

"beg me."

"Please,"

"The curse needs to be infiltrated into other living beings and then extracted. In this way, the curse will have a life force. About a thousand such curses are needed. This is the first step to become the incarnation of the evil soul."

"Oh, what kind of living thing, can a bug do it?" Bai Mo reached out and caught a caterpillar from the tree, and was about to put it in Ding Yumian's hand.

Ding Yumian glanced at the caterpillar. In an instant, the green bug turned into a dark red bug, and then kept spinning silk towards Bai Mo's arm.

"This is the evil soul, which I developed in combination with psychic magic. This kind of weak life will not work."

"Okay, then the only thing we can do is find demons. One thousand is not a lot."

Bai Mo glanced at the bug on his hand that turned green again. The curse was withdrawn by Ding Yumian, but the caterpillar seemed to be fine.

"How come it's not dead?"

"I can control the soaked curse. It depends on my heart whether you die or not."

"Haha, domineering."

Bai Mo gestured with his thumb and put the insect back on the tree. Bai Mo asked:

"What's the second step?"

"You need a piece of my soul to take over the evil body."

"Like the hair ring you gave me back then?"

"almost."

Bai Mo nodded, and before he could ask any more questions, he heard her say:

"Let's go back to Jiangcheng."

"Huh? Why are you saying this suddenly? Lingling will call me when the battle is about to begin."

"No, I can save those who are haunted by the poison of the curse."

"How to save it? Lingling said that the spirit blood grass cannot be used temporarily. The poison is caused by a curse. You need to eliminate the curse first and then the poison."

After saying this, Bai Mo suddenly reacted and looked at her in surprise.

"Can your curse overcome that curse?"

"It should be possible, but it's not restraint."

Ding Yumian shook his head slightly and explained slowly:

"The evil destiny is very overbearing. People infected by the evil destiny will be assimilated by the evil destiny if they have a curse on them. I can't control the curse on them, but I can control the evil destiny curse." Bai Mo was a little surprised and guessed this in an instant It must have been the ability given by the devil, and he instantly understood Ding Yumian's thoughts.

"Will it cause harm to those people?"

In Bai Mo's view, some people are really bastards. He doesn't necessarily hate the disease that killed him, but he definitely hates the doctor who treated him poorly.

And some people think that no matter how nice you are to them, they think it is appropriate, but once you fail to do anything well, you are a heinous sinner.

Ding Yumian glanced at him, guessed what he was thinking, and shook his head slightly.

"No, but the damage caused to them by the cursed poison cannot be made up for."

"Okay, let's go to Jiangcheng."

Bai Mo immediately said that in fact, compared to how the government dealt with Shui Qilin, he was more concerned about those who were infected by the plague, especially those teachers and students who tested the poison on their own bodies.

Regardless of their original intentions, this behavior is already admirable.

At least Bai Mo asked himself, he would definitely not do this if he were himself.

After taking a plane directly to Jiangcheng and rendezvousing with Lingling, Bai Mo called Bai Mei to tell Bai Mei that he had a solution to the plague, and then took them to an isolated area where Dean Lin was.

Not everyone can enter the partitioned area. After making the announcement, Bai Mei came to lead them in.

When they arrived at their temporary work place, there was a free lounge, and Dean Lin was waiting inside. Also waiting inside were two people about the same age as Dean Lin.

"Is this the information you found about the source of the plague?"

As soon as Bai Mo and the others entered the room, they saw a middle-aged man with sparse hair next to Dean Lin asking. His pair of shining eyes were constantly looking at the three of them, as if looking for anything special about them. place.

"I don't think anyone dares to fake the reputation of our Qingtian Hunting Center."

Lingling raised her chin, somewhat dissatisfied with the little old man's questioning.

"Haha, kids, don't take it too seriously. Old man, I'm just a little curious."

The little old man with thinning hair smiled slightly and said kindly.

"This is the dean of the Bai Magic Academy, a school in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and this is Han Ji, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association."

Dean Lin gestured to the old man with sparse hair, and Han Ji, who had been standing aside silently and taciturnly. He was thin but had a strong character of his own.

The president of the Bell Tower Magic Association had been observing Ding Yumian as soon as Bai Mo and others came in. Bai Mo and Bai Mo naturally saw this scene, but they didn't pay much attention.

After all, Ding Yumian's talent has been controlled.

After introducing the two of them, Dean Lin turned his attention to Bai Mo and said directly:

"President Han is a master of the psychic system, but he can't do anything about the curse. Bai Mo, you said you have a way, is it true?"

So the three old guys who were not young but had bright eyes all set their sights on Bai Mo.

Nodding, Bai Mo stretched out his hand to pull Ding Yumian, who was half a body behind him, to the front. Bai Mo explained:

"This is my girlfriend, Ding Yumian. She is a curse mage and has just obtained a powerful curse substance that can assimilate other people's curses."

"Nonsense! This is just another way to die. Do you want your girlfriend to become a murderous criminal?"

As soon as Bai Mo finished speaking, he heard the old man from the Imperial Capital Academy immediately reprimand him, his face full of rejection and disapproval of this method.

"Old man He! Don't be frizzy like a child. Listen to Bai Mo and finish what he has to say!"

Dean Lin patted the table next to him, signaling the grumpy little old man with thinning hair to be quiet.

Old Man He snorted. Although he wanted to study more ways to save people, he still calmed down and muttered to himself,

"Let's see what you, a young boy, can say."

Then he became completely silent.

Bai Mo couldn't hear the muttering in his mouth, and continued at Dean Lin's signal:

"Yu Mian has strong control over her curse and will not cause harm to those people. She only needs to wait for her curse material to assimilate the curse on those people, and then she can draw out the power of the curse."

"In this way, the curse on those infected with the plague will be solved. The remaining poison can be solved with the spirit blood grass, right, Dean Lin?"

"can!"

Dean Lin nodded immediately, with some hope in his eyes. Han Ji and old man He next to him also felt the same way, hoping that this method would really work.

The feeling of being unable to deal with this plague even though you have a strong cultivation level is really uncomfortable.

"I'll be back as soon as I go!" Old Man He said, and his figure disappeared instantly, like a TV that suddenly cut off, then reappeared with a flicker.

But when he appeared again, there was another person in front of him.

This is a woman with hair in her forties, lying on a mattress on the ground. Her hair is gray and black.

It could be seen that her face, which should have been normally fair, now turned into a dark white with abnormal red lines.

His body was dry and shriveled, and his breathing was like a cow panting, very difficult and extremely clear. Her mouth was open wide, as if she was no longer under her control.

When she saw the people in the room, she seemed to want to get up, but she couldn't. She wanted to smile apologetically, but she just had a ferocious and strange expression on her face.

"This is the director of the healing department of Jiangzhou University. She has been infected with the plague. Little girl, come and try."

Old Man He introduced the identity of this middle-aged woman, and then said to Ding Yumian in a completely different gentle tone:

"Don't be afraid. They are all voluntary and hope to find a way. Even if they fail, no one will blame you."

"Hoo~ho~~" The middle-aged woman lying on the mattress also made two sounds like fingernails scratching her skull. A pair of still bright eyes also turned to Ding Yumian, and she blinked slightly, seeming to respond to what Old Man He said. affim.

"I see."

Ding Yumian nodded seriously, walked to the middle-aged woman and sat down, stretched out his palm, and hovered in front of the middle-aged woman.

The originally demure and indifferent temperament of his body has quietly turned into a cold one. His whole body exudes a domineering aura that can rule everything, and his pupils are smeared with a hint of dark red.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the three old guys in the room lit up.

They were all sperms. When they first met Ding Yumian, they took a quick look and knew what this girl was majoring in.

Therefore, I did not have high expectations for her curse power, but seeing this momentum now, it is indeed extraordinary, far beyond her current cultivation level.

The changes on Ding Yumian's side were still going on. Five cursed threads were seen sticking out of her fingers, like insects with life, slowly worming their way into the middle-aged woman's body. Gradually, traces of evil destiny were revealed. The cursed pattern with dots of black lines ran along the middle-aged woman's wrist like an ivy, covering her body.

Seeing this scene, Old Man He, who was closest to the middle-aged woman, narrowed his eyes, always paying attention to the middle-aged woman's situation to prevent accidents.

However, there was no surprise at all. Although the waiting process was quite long, the power of evil fate had been assimilating the original curse on the middle-aged woman in an orderly manner.

The lines of evil destiny covered the middle-aged woman's body in an orderly manner, gradually covering the lines on her face.

When this step was completed, Ding Yumian let out a long sigh of relief.

"receive!"

A cold and majestic order came out, and her fingers floating on the middle-aged woman's body danced and pinched.

Then he saw that the lines on the middle-aged woman's body seemed to come alive, and wisps of them flew out of the middle-aged woman's skin and converged on one of Ding Yumian's nails.

Dye your nails red.

(End of this chapter)