Chapter 180 My Deceased Wife

"Okay, okay, it's me who's not serious, that's enough."

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

Can his idea be realized?

Not long after, a powerful mental wave rushed out of the room, washing away Bai Mo's mental protective wind.

Feng Zhoulong also felt dizzy, but he said as if he didn't care: "Your girlfriend's psychic ability is ridiculous. It seems that you can't hide anything from her."

"Oh"

Bai Mo was too lazy to talk to him. Sensing the movement in the house, he appeared at the door in a flash.

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

Although there was a light in the room, Bai Mo felt inexplicably eerie, as if the light was not enough.

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

But this fair skin seemed to reveal a faint cold texture. It was not like normal fair skin, with a beautiful and expressionless face. And eyes that stared at him without blinking.

Bai Mo was in a trance as if the person in front of him was a ghost. In short, there was a kind of beauty all over the body that was not from the world of the living. 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 touch it, but it looks a little scary to get close to it.

Inexplicably, a thought popped into Bai Mo's mind - my deceased wife has come back to life.

"How did you absorb a cursed substance and transform?"

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

“It’s so beautiful.”

"This is caused by the aftereffects of the cursed substance. It will heal after a while."

Raising his eyebrows, Bai Mo hugged her shoulders and looked at her carefully.

"Wow, it's a limited edition. Not bad. Let's take a photo to commemorate it."

He took out his cell phone and controlled his telekinesis to float in front of them, freezing a picture of a handsome man with a bright smile, and a pretty figure with a gentle and quiet smile but revealing a weird and cold texture.

When Feng Zhoulong saw that they were done being affectionate, he walked closer.

"How is it, how is Xie Ming?"

Bai Mo also turned the focus from his phone to Ding Yumian, and saw her nod slightly.

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

Ding Yumian has great respect for researchers like Feng Zhoulong, and sometimes he really marvels at their brilliant ideas.

"Haze of Fear - Injury!"

Ding Yumian's ink-black pupils suddenly flashed with a dark red light, and she glanced lightly at the wooden chair next to her.

Then countless dark red lines instantly covered the chair. In the blink of an eye, the chair that was originally in good condition turned into dust on the ground.

“This is the corrosive power of evil.”

Feng Zhoulong nodded slightly and analyzed:

"This chair is made of copper-grained wood. It can block an attack from a general-level demon without breaking. It can be annihilated in an instant by your curse. It seems that the effect of evil destiny is really good."

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

Bai Mo said this, then pulled Ding Yumian, who rolled her eyes, away, leaving Feng Zhoulong alone to ponder the meaning of his deceased wife.

How could Ding Yumian not know what this guy was thinking? The cold aura on her body had long since dissipated, and this person was only concerned about her evil soul incarnation.

Sure enough, as soon as I came outside, I saw that he had set up a soundproof barrier around him, and a greeting immediately came out.

"How about your evil soul incarnation? How do you want to practice it?"

"I don't want to say it."

"Why? I'm concerned about you. You don't think that Sese is the only one in my mind, do you?"

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

Ding Yumian rolled her eyes at him and remained unmoved.

"Hurry up and tell me!" Bai Mo put his hands around her neck and put his head close to her to urge her.

"Please."

"Please,"

"We need to infect the curse into other life forms and then extract it. This way, the curse will have a life force. We need about a thousand such curses. This is the first step in becoming an evil soul incarnation."

"Oh, what kind of living thing? A bug will do." 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, and instantly the green worm turned into a dark red worm, and then continued to spit silk towards Bai Mo's arm.

"This is an evil spirit servant, which I developed by combining it with psychic magic. It won't work with such a weak life."

"Well, then we have no choice but to look for demons. A thousand isn't a lot."

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

"Why isn't it dead?"

"I can control the curse. It's up to me whether I die or not."

"Wow, domineering."

After giving a thumbs up and putting the bug back on the tree, Bai Mo asked:

"What is the second step?"

"You need a part of my soul to enter this evil body."

"Like the hair ring you gave me?"

"almost."

Nodding, Bai Mo heard her say before he could continue asking:

"Let's go back to Jiangcheng."

"Huh? Why are you saying this all of a sudden? Lingling will call me when the battle starts."

"No, I can save those who are afflicted by the cursed poison."

"How can we save him? Lingling said that the Lingxue Grass cannot be used for the time being. The poison is caused by a curse. We 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 work, but it's not restraint."

Ding Yumian shook his head slightly and explained slowly:

"Evil fate is very overbearing. If a person is infected by evil fate and has a curse on him, he will be assimilated by evil fate. I can't control the curse on them, but I can control the evil fate curse."

Bai Mo was a little surprised, and instantly guessed that this should be an ability bestowed by the devil. He also instantly understood Ding Yumian's thoughts.

"Will it cause harm to those people?"

In Bai Mo's opinion, some people are really bastards. He may not hate the disease that kills him, but he definitely hates the doctor who doesn't treat him very well.

Some people think it is their duty no matter how nice you are to them, but once you do not do well in one thing, they will be considered an unforgivable sinner.

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

"No, but the damage that the curse poison caused to them before cannot be repaired."

"Okay, let's go to Jiangcheng."

Bai Mo immediately said that, in fact, compared to how the authorities dealt with the water unicorn, he was more concerned about those who were infected with the plague, especially those teachers and students who tested the poison on themselves.

Regardless of their original intention, this behavior is worthy of admiration.

At least Bai Mo asked himself that if he were in his place, he would definitely not do that.

After taking a plane directly to Jiangcheng and meeting up with Lingling, Bai Mo called Bai Mei to tell her that he had a solution to the plague, and then took them to a cordoned-off area where Dean Lin was.

Not everyone can enter the separated area. After the notice was given, Baimei came to lead them in.

When they arrived at their temporary workplace, they found a vacant lounge where Dean Lin was waiting, along with two people about the same age as Dean Lin.

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

As Bai Mo and the other two stepped into the room, they saw a middle-aged man with sparse hair next to Dean Lin asking, his pair of bright and crystal eyes kept examining the three of them, as if he was looking for anything special about them.

"I think no one dares to impersonate the reputation of our Qingtian Hunting House."

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

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

The little old man with thinning hair smiled and spoke in a amiable manner.

"This is the dean of the White Magic Academy of the Jiangzhe Academy, and this is Han Ji, the president of the Bell Tower Magic Association."

Dean Lin gestured to the old man with thinning hair, and to Han Ji, who had been standing silently on the side, with a thin figure but a unique demeanor.

The president of the Clock Tower Magic Association had been observing Ding Yumian since Bai Mo and his friends came in. Bai Mo and his friends naturally saw this scene, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

After all, Ding Yumian's talent has been brought under control.

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

"Dean He is a master of the psychic department, but he can't do anything about the curse. Bai Mo, you said you have a way, is that true?"

So the three old fellows, 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 length behind him, to the front, and 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 murderer?!"

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

"Old He! Stop being so impulsive like a child and listen to what Bai Mo has to say!"

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

Old Man He groaned. Although he wanted to think of ways to save people, he still calmed down and muttered to himself,

"Let's see what you can come up with, young man."

And then he became completely silent.

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

"Yu Mian has strong control over her curse, and it will not cause harm to those people. She just needs to wait for her curse substance 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 lifted. The remaining poison should be able to be removed with the Spirit Blood Grass, right, Dean Lin?"

"able!"

Dean Lin nodded immediately, with some hope in his eyes. The old man Han Jihe next to him was the same, hoping that this method would really work.

The feeling of having powerful skills but being unable to fight against the plague is really uncomfortable.

"I'll be back soon!" Old Man He said, and his figure disappeared instantly, just like a TV that suddenly went out of video, flickered, and reappeared.

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

This was a woman in her forties, with gray hair mixed with black and white, lying on a mattress on the ground.

It can be seen that her face should have been a normal white color, but now it has turned into a dark white color with abnormal red lines.

Her body was dry and shrunken, and her breathing was like a cow's, very difficult and unusually clear. Her mouth was wide open, as if she had lost control of it.

She saw the people in the room and seemed to want to get up, but she couldn't do it. She wanted to smile apologetically, but only a hideous and weird expression appeared on her face.

"This is the head of the healing department of Jiangzhou Academy. She has been infected with the plague. Little girl, come and give it a try."

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

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

"Ho~Ho~~" The middle-aged woman lying on the mattress also made two sounds like nails scratching her skull. Her still bright eyes turned to Ding Yumian and blinked slightly, as if to express her affirmation of what old man He said.

"I see."

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

Her originally quiet and calm temperament quietly transformed into a cold one, and she exuded a domineering aura that could rule everything, with a hint of dark red in her pupils.

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

They were all very experienced. When they first saw Ding Yumian, they only took a quick look at her and knew what this girl's major was.

Therefore, she did not have high expectations for the power of her curse, but now seeing this aura, it is indeed extraordinary and far beyond her current level of cultivation.

Meanwhile, the changes on Ding Yumian's side were still continuing. Five cursed threads stretched out from fingers, like living insects, and slowly drilled into the middle-aged woman's body. Gradually, strands of cursed patterns with black lines belonging to the evil destiny spread along the middle-aged woman's wrists like ivy and covered her body.

Seeing this scene, Old Man He, who was closest to the middle-aged woman, narrowed his eyes and kept an eye on her situation to prevent any accidents.

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

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

When this step was completed, Ding Yumian breathed a sigh of relief.

"receive!"

A cold and majestic command was heard, and she saw her fingers dancing above the middle-aged woman, making a gesture.

The lines on the middle-aged woman's body seemed to come alive, floating out of her skin and gathering on one of Ding Yumian's nails.

Paint your nails red.

(End of this chapter)