"Brother Yang, Jing Hai City has been really chaotic recently.”
In the midst of his haziness, he heard the familiar voice of a woman.
Yang Shou opened his eyes.
As expected.
The cemetery, the grave, and the tombstone with his own photo.
There was also the girl squatting on the ground and burning joss paper.
"I heard that it's not just the Jing Ocean that's in chaos. The entire Flaming Dragon Kingdom and the entire Blue Planet are in chaos.”
"There are some very small countries where the deviant has no scruples and has taken over the official forces there.”
"The more I hear, the more I feel that these humans are more terrifying than the strange ones.”
"Brother Yang, I'm so scared."
"But I still pretended to be strong in front of my parents.”
"Only when I come to visit you will I ramble in front of the grave.”
"You won't blame me, right?"
Zhao Maimai wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and continued to throw paper money into the flames.
"Brother Yang, ever since I found out about this strange thing.”
"I've always been looking forward to you coming to me in my dreams.”
"Tell me how you're doing over there.”
"Tell me, do you like the things I burned for you?”
"But I never dreamed of you.”
"Come to think of it, you've been gone for so many years. Surely it won't become strange, right?”
"I may never see you again.”
"But it doesn't matter. I know you're a very kind person. If it really becomes strange, you'll definitely be in pain.”
"I hope you can always be happy and happy, even down there.”
"Look what I brought you today.”
Zhao Maimai pulled out the bag behind her with great effort. She opened the pocket and took out books one by one.
Seeing this, Yang Shou's heart tightened.
It felt like scriptures from various sects again.
The scripture from last time had given him quite a fright.
Although it was a blessing in disguise and he really obtained the ability from the scripture.
As a strange person, he had an inexplicable sense of resistance towards this kind of thing.
He was always worried that sooner or later, these things that could be used to deal with strange things would scatter his ashes first.
It was too scary.
However, he focused his attention and observed carefully.
Yang Shou realized that something was wrong.
This time, it didn't seem to be a scripture.
The cover was colorful and gaudy.
"These are all comics and novels."
"The ones who are very popular among the young people."
"I don't know what you like either.”
"I can only burn it for you according to my guess.”
"Here, it's the fantasy novel that you guys like the most. It's a cultivation novel.”
"There are also hot-blooded comics."
"When you are bored down there, you can read these to pass the time.”
"Hehe, Brother Yang, look at how smart and considerate I am.”
"With me holding a memorial ceremony for you, you'll definitely be the happiest one down there.”
"After two days, you can finish reading these. If there are any characters that you like, I can burn some figurines for you.”
"Brother Yang, do you know what a figurine is?”
"It's a character from a novel or a manga. It's molded into a small person.”
"Actually, I don't understand these things."
"But a lot of boys like it."
"I won't allow Brother Yang to fall behind.”
"I…"
Zhao Maimai's voice was light and clear, like a muddled elf whispering in the forest.
As he listened, Yang Shou once again fell into a deep sleep.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
She slowly could not breathe.
There was something heavy pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to turn over.
Ghost pressure?
Yang Shou subconsciously thought.
Then, he realized that something was wrong.
He himself was strange.
How could there be ghosts pressing down on the bed?
When he opened his eyes, the room was brightly lit.
However, there was a white thigh that pressed against her chest. Her smooth skin was even fairer.
"Reba?"
"Why are you so dishonest in your sleep?”
"If I'm sleeping, I'm sleeping horizontally. My thighs are pressing on my body!”
"And didn't I emphasize it before?"
"You have to wear pajamas to sleep. At least wear something, right?”
Yang Shou shouted and hugged Reba's thigh to the side.
Reba and Yang Mi were woken up at the same time. They rubbed their eyes and looked at him sleepily.
"Brother Yang, it's really hot to sleep with clothes on.”
"Nonsense, three people squeezing into a bed, it must be hot. Look, it's so hot that I'm on fire and my nose is bleeding.”
Yang Shou's face was serious. He wiped the blood from his nose and quickly pulled the blanket over Reba and Yang Mi. He emphasized again,
"In short, when you sleep tonight, you must wear some clothes, understand?”
Reba and Yang Mi had no choice but to reply weakly.
Yang Shou had no choice but to say so.
He was worried that if this continued, he would not be able to control himself.
It would be fine if they were two living people.
No matter how good-looking these two were, they were just paper figurines.
She felt a little strange.
"If the strangeness descends and I can appear in reality, will I see their true bodies?”
"Then I don't have any psychological concerns."
Yang Shou muttered, then shook his head with a smile.
The paper figurine was his maid.
It should have nothing to do with the main body, right?
It was impossible for the two big stars to serve him like this in reality.
She got up and was about to get out of bed. She bent down to put on her shoes when she realized that there was a lot of cash under the bed.
If Zhao Maimai continued to burn like this, the entire floor of the room would be paved with red bricks.
There was no place to go, it was full of bundles of money.
He just didn't know where those novels and comics went.
Yang Shou was quite interested in this.
He wanted to know how real works were different from the works in their world.
He looked around and found nothing.
Could it be that this kind of thing that was written blindly could not be turned into reality?
Just as he was thinking about this, his mind was suddenly in a mess.
It was like an exclamation mark being forcefully inserted into a full stop.
Huge and complicated memories flooded into his mind.
Cultivation techniques, moves, bloodlines, talents…
Compared to the knowledge in the scriptures last night.
These things were more complicated and messy. Most of them were not systematic and could not be used for a while.
However, there were already some unconstrained abilities that materialized into reality.
Yang Shou opened his eyes in shock.
He finally realized.
So that was the case.
No matter what Zhao Maimai burned on his grave, it would become real!
His strangeness seemed to be a little invincible!
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