My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 59 Suicide
The room was turned upside down.

Countless debris fell to the ground. Ye Wuyou squatted in front of the bed in the room and looked down.

Empty.

The scene that he had just seen through Tian Yan was just a scene from the past, not the present.

He reached out and picked up a scattered box. He had seen this box before when he was sorting out his father's belongings. It seemed to contain paintings, but the paintings inside were very ordinary.

It's just a landscape painting.

When he opened the painting box, it was still that ordinary landscape painting, but Ye Wuyou's eyes had become sharper.

He sorted out these items in his home a few months ago and did not find anything unusual, but now it is different.

He is now very sensitive to any strange smell.

There was an extremely faint aura of the Great Dao in this box, so faint that it was almost dissipating...

It's not the painting that emanates, but the box.

"The painting is just a cover-up. Is the box a strange thing? No, the aura dissipated quickly. The painting inside was replaced by someone."

Ye Wuyou made a judgment first.

The other party doesn't understand anything weird, and may not have even come into contact with this kind of thing before, otherwise he would definitely take the box away.

But... that's not right. Normal people can't see anything weird at all, and it's difficult for them to even perceive it, so they ignore this painting box.

If it were anyone else, or anyone else in Tianlan City except Ye Wuyou and Lu Qingshan, after several months, no one would be able to detect this extremely weak breath of the Great Dao.

[Tsk, you chuckled. It's not even a remains, just another piece of trash...]

This painting box was left by my father, but why did my father have such an item?
He gently stroked the painting box with his hands, thinking constantly in his heart.

His fingertips suddenly paused, as if he had touched something. Ye Wuyou fixed his eyes, faced the candlelight, and looked into the painting box.

……

Wu Zulong stood silently in his room, the slap marks on his face red.

He had a sinister look on his face, but he hesitated for a while before finally taking out an object from the bookshelf.

The object was wrapped very carefully and even had a hint of spirituality, not like an ordinary object. It was similar to the bell that Qianhuanmen used to seal the eyeballs.

He took out its contents, spread them out carefully, and then knelt down in front of it.

That is a painting.

The portrait showed a woman with an excellent figure and temperament, but there was nothing on her face.

She is a faceless woman.

Afterwards, only Wu Zulong's voice was heard in the room.

"Fairy in the painting, fairy in the painting, please listen to my prayer."

"I saw a man... a man who was supposed to be dead."

"No, he must have died before, and in order to prevent anyone from finding out about his past, even his memory was erased..."

"I don't dare let others know, nor do I dare ask others to help. Otherwise, why do you think I would ask you?"

"Kill him, and kill him again."

"What are the conditions..."

Wu Zulong stood there for a long time, seemingly thinking about something.

Then he wrapped the painting up again and put it back.

……

Following the words engraved on the painting box, Ye Wuyou came to his own courtyard and turned over a bluestone slab.

There are densely packed handwriting on the back of the stone slab, written with qi, and this is Ye Changsheng's handwriting.

[I am Ye Changsheng. When you see this sentence, I will be dead]

[Now that you've found this place, Wuyou, you should have seen the painting and opened it, but listen to me, don't believe it]

[I can’t throw that thing away. Even if I throw it away or bury it, it will come back on its own. It’s like a dog-skin plaster. I can’t throw it away.]

[No matter what the thing in the painting says, don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer]

The temperature at night was a bit chilly, and combined with these words, it made people feel a little chilly.

Ye Wuyou frowned and looked down again.

[I found this painting by accident, in the month when you were taking the exam]

[I opened the painting, and it said it could help me realize my wish. You know, I don’t have many wishes in my life. I just hope you can pass the imperial examination.]

[But Dad misses your mom]

[I don’t believe in those superstitious things, but since the painting is already open, I might as well give it a try]

[I asked that thing if it could bring your mother back. I want to see her again.]

[That thing said yes, but put forward a condition, the price is a basin of dog blood]

[I was very excited at the time and thought this was too easy, so I caught the dog next door and killed it]

[Nothing happened at the time, and I thought it must be a scam, so I fell asleep.]

[But later, your mother really came back]

The handwriting was a little sloppy. It is conceivable that my father was a little excited when he wrote this.

But Ye Wuyou's heart gradually sank.

There is no resurrection after death.

Even if there is a magical power in this world that can see the dead, the price will definitely not be just a pot of dog blood...

How could a relic with the aura of the Great Dao possibly bring the dead back to life?
So my father, Ye Changsheng, was deceived... [I was really happy at the time, I thought that thing was a treasure, so I put it away]

[But I couldn’t explain it. I didn’t even dare to let your mother go out because she had been gone for many years. How would I explain it to someone if they saw me?]

[The little girl next door kept trying to come look for her dog, but I yelled at her several times and she was scared away]

[Those few days were your father’s happiest days. Your mother and I stayed at home and it was like we were back in our youth.]

[Then one day, I went out to buy some cakes. Your mother likes to eat white sugar cakes the most.]

[I came back early to give your mother a surprise]

[I regret it. I really regret why I came back quietly. It shouldn’t have been like this.]

[I didn't go in, I looked through the window to see what your mother was doing]

[I saw, I saw your mother combing her hair, but she took it off]

There was a shocking long scratch on the bluestone slab, covered with Qi. These were the words written by his father using Qi.

Ye Wuyou reached out and rubbed it gently.

The handwriting was just words, but Ye Wuyou could still feel his father's mood at that time.

Probably despair.

It's not a pleasant feeling to fall from heaven to hell.

[I killed your mother]

[No, that's not your mother. She's just a deceptive weird thing. She didn't even leave a corpse after her death.]

[But she really looks like me. When I killed her, she actually smiled at me.]

[When your mother left, she was also smiling]

[I wanted to tear up the painting, but I couldn’t. I threw it away countless times, but it just wouldn’t go away. When I woke up, it was back under the bed.]

[I thought about it for a long time, what is the use of this thing, can it be used]

[After all, if I hadn’t discovered it that day, would your mother have really come back?]

So, maybe it is useful.

[I made one last wish, I hope you can pass the exam]

[The price is that I have to kill someone]

[I started to feel a little confused, but soon I was no longer confused]

[It doesn't say who to kill, anyone can be killed, as long as they are human]

[Your father, I miss your mother]

The writing ends here.

Ye Wuyou took one last look at the bluestone slab, then crushed it with one foot.

[It's ridiculous, too ridiculous. You are sarcastic in your heart. You are a foolish mortal who easily believed the words of that ghost thing and got nothing in the end. It's really...]

"Shut up." Ye Wuyou said softly, his voice cold.

My father Ye Changsheng did not kill anyone, nor did he die of illness.

He committed suicide.

My father told himself not to believe in the things in the painting, but he believed it himself, or rather, he forced himself to believe it.

The old man’s last wish was just to pass the imperial examination, become an educated person, and live a better life.

However, the painting has disappeared, but Ye Wuyou has confirmed one thing.

That thing is deceptive.

Because he really didn't pass the exam.

Ye Wuyou stood in the desolate courtyard in the evening and sighed.

The words were unpleasant.

But in the true sense, he had never met Ye Changsheng.

but……

He hated this kind of playing with people's hearts.

Plus he cheated his own father of his life.

Ye Wuyou spread out his hands quietly, but he was not idle.

The little man in the palm of his hand has kowtowed nine times intermittently. For some reason, he feels that his body is a little scattered.

The Shinto technique Tianyan also advanced to the second level.

As for the third level, Ye Wuyou had no intention of watching the little man kowtow eighty-one times, and he could feel that his own strange "ghost" had weakened a little.

But enough is enough.

Deduce the secrets of heaven.

"The cause of my death, any clues."

This is what matters most.

If he did not die of illness but was killed by someone, then he was very likely in great danger.

The scene unfolded in Ye Wuyou's eyes.

The evening breeze is cold.

Ye Wuyou wants to kill someone.

(End of this chapter)