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Chapter 209: Soul Orb

Zhou Yiping's body fell to the ground, and he was not awake yet. Jiuyou didn't go up to investigate anything. Just sit quietly and wait.

In Zhou Ping's body, he opened his eyes. At this time, before he systematically learned to 'defend' and 'attack', he comprehended the last primary use of soul power: inner vision!

Previously, Chen Ji, with the help of Li, put him to death and then learned the intermediate application of "Condensing the Soul into the Ring". At this time, Zhou Yiping learned "Inner Vision" on the verge of soul collapse. It's really the same thing.

He saw a white world, and the whiteness frightened him. Zhou Yiping had loved the dark for a long time, and he was overwhelmed by such white light.

Zhou Yiping only felt that his body was floating in the air, light and fluttering, and this body was an invisible substance. So is this still considered a body?

Or maybe that's called divine thought.

Zhou Yiping's mind saw a small ball as black as ink in the vast white chaotic world. This little ball is so kind, and Zhou Ping's mind involuntarily wants to get close to it. What's in it?

The little black ball was there, without the slightest spin. Zhou Yiping's divine thoughts entered the ball without a trace of hesitation.

When you pass through the small ball wall, it is dark. But it's only a matter of moments. The mind passed through the wall of the ball unhindered to the inside of the soul orb. He has now turned into his body since his mind entered the orb.

A real body stood in the ball. Zhou Yiping stretched out his left hand and slapped it on the palm of his right hand, and it passed through the palm. It seems that the current body is only formed by divine thoughts, not an entity.

Zhou Yiping used the divine body transformed by his divine thoughts to look around. Inside the ball turned out to be a room, a strange room. This room is familiar. But the one qiē and the one qiē are all upside down. Now he is standing on the ceiling.

Although it was upside down, after he confirmed the furnishings and room furnishings several times. He looked disgusted.

"This is the place of the hell."

Yes, this is the home that Zhou Yiping hates. It was here that Zhou Yiping was severely beaten by his father, and it was here that Zhou Yiping stabbed his biological father to death.

Monday Ping Shen muttered to himself: "I must be dead!" So only ghosts can do that. When a person dies, he returns to a familiar scene. ”

Zhou Yiping looked at the upside-down room and felt a little uncomfortable, why is it upside-down here? It would be nice if I could come right over.

Just a thought, the soul ball turned one hundred and eighty degrees. Zhou Yiping's divine body fell to the ground. Fortunately, this is a divine thought, and it is not hurt.

This is the bedroom and everything is so familiar. But they were all covered with a gray-black substance. This strange black color reminded him of the color of the walls of the future hospital.

Zhou Yiping glanced behind him, and there was no door to the outside world. It's a complete wall. And what about the toilet, the kitchen, the bedroom? All three doors were closed, and Zhou Yiping used his hands to twist the handles of the doors. The palm of his hand was hollow and passed through the handle.

It seems that this formless body cannot use 'force' to open the door. Then the invisible body can enter through the wall. Zhou Yiping rushed to the bedroom door without hesitation. But it was bounced back by a gray-black light. This wall, this door, is darker than before.

It seems to mean that entry is prohibited. Zhou Yiping tried the toilet and kitchen doors again, but they were all bounced back. He frowned, he was trapped here after he died. Become a ghost in this living room?

Zhou Yiping didn't give up, and he couldn't get rid of this place after he died? He heard a voice. A wonderful melody came from the bedroom. Although there was still repulsion on the door, Zhou Yiping kept his ears as close to the door as possible.

The beautiful melody stopped abruptly, but the bedroom door slowly opened.

A man turned his back to Zhou Yiping.

Zhou Yiping couldn't help but tremble when he saw this body shape and this clothes.

The man turned slowly, a sharp knife stuck in his neck. That face, that knife is what Zhou Yiping will never forget.

"Don't come near me!" Monday shouted with all his might. He was not afraid of any terrible goblin, but deep down he feared his father the most.

"You...... How did you end up here! Zhou Yiping said tremblingly.

The sharp knife stuck in his father's neck fell to the ground. Blood flowed with the familiar smell of alcohol. The taste of this mixture of alcohol and blood is even more impossible to forget.

The oldest and deepest memory that humans remember is the sense of smell.

That's right! That's what it tasted like that night! Zhou Yiping suddenly figured out something. It was in this room that Dad died. So his soul is trapped in this bedroom as well.

Zhou Yiping slowly exited the bedroom. I watched as my father walked towards him with his hands outstretched. He fled to the middle of the living room. Hopefully, the ghost of my father doesn't come out of the bedroom.

But things didn't go according to people's wishes, and my father quickened his pace and rushed out at once. Caught Monday Ping.

Zhou Yiping was so frightened that he couldn't resist and sat down on the ground. His father's hands pinched Zhou Yiping's neck like pliers. Zhou Yiping's strength is losing little by little.

At the last moment, his misty eyes vaguely saw two clouds of black gas appear behind his father, one black gas turned into a nine-shadow blurred form, and a black gas turned into a thousand hands blurred. Two clouds of black gas flew into his father's body.

Zhou Ping suddenly felt his father's body tremble, as if there was something in him that was resisting his will.

The father wanted to strangle Zhou Yiping with all his strength. His hands were shaking from overexertion.

Zhou Yiping didn't feel the slightest strength coming, but his neck loosened. He took the opportunity to push his father away.

Blood stained his father's neck, and his skin changed from black to red. Zhou Yiping was stupefied. In front of his father, he was born like a mouse seeing a cat, losing all wisdom and courage. This is his natural nemesis.

At this time, there was a beautiful melody in the bedroom, which seemed to remind Zhou Ping of something.

The father's skin eventually turned blood red, and his pupils were filled with madness. The hole in the neck had formed a bloody stasis. Monday rushed back to the bedroom without looking back. Picked up the sharp knife that had fallen from his father's neck.

Lethal weapon! The murder weapon that kills the dead is the thing that ghosts fear the most.

My father chased him to the bedroom door. Zhou Yiping held this once-familiar knife in his hand, and he was a lot more reassured. He spotted his father's rushing figure, and thrust it into the blood stasis in his neck.

His father's eyes were still so crazy, but he didn't move anymore. Nor did it fall. He just stood motionless. Liang Jiu Zhou Ping let go. A mouthful of white blood spurted out of his father's mouth, and the madness in his eyes disappeared.

"You killed me again!" He saw that his father did not speak, and that the voice came from the wall of the room or directly in his head. Monday's deuce was unclear.

At this time, he shuddered, and the white blood sprayed on his body penetrated into his skin visibly. A sense of madness flashed in his eyes.

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