Parasitic Cultivator, I Know Everything

The moment he saw this action, Wang Hao immediately realized the other party's intention.

Wang Hu, he is about to start.

There was a look of anticipation in Wang Hao's eyes. At this moment, he couldn't help but think of everything that might happen in the future.

How would he restore the bed plank?

Thoughts are floating, but in the next moment. The corner of Wang Hao's eyes...

It was so silent and suddenly lost its luster.

And this sudden change is also spreading in an instant, almost in the blink of an eye.

Wang Hao was completely deprived of color perception.

Everything... everything turned into black and white.

The light of the blue sky and day can still come from outside, but when it hits this room, it seems to have been stripped of a concept called 'illumination'.

And then replaced by the depicted image.

The room was already pitch-dark at this moment, and the deep color of ink fainted at this moment, making Wang Hao feel as if he had fallen into the endless darkness.

And here, the only light is the back of Wang Hu, who has only simple lines and barely discernible outlines.

It was like a dummy film, the absurd undertones of a mime made Wang Hao stunned for a moment.

"…Uh?"

How is this going?

I... why can't I see the color all of a sudden?

Can make a monk change, in this case, only one result can be inferred.

Wang Hao was affected by the demon incarnation.

It's already been pulled to a relatively safe distance, but can it still be affected?

Wang Hao was a little anxious, but soon, he realized the problem again.

No...it shouldn't be a matter of distance.

If this change was caused by being too close, it should have started to react as early as Wang Hu got up.

What's happening right now, and it's taking effect, should be some more simple reasoning, or maybe a rule...

A little panic, but mixed with more confusion. Fortunately, Wang Hao had already had some psychological preparations, and at this moment he was still able to endure the urge to yell.

Instead, he tried to adjust his state by looking away.

"I haven't been attached yet, so I shouldn't enter an irreversible state."

Wang Hao's thoughts floated. Although there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his almost instinctive calmness played a crucial role at this moment.

He took a few steps back one after another until he pressed his body against the door. At the same time, Wang Hao also turned his head around until he completely stripped Wang Hu out of his sight.

Also at this moment.

Wang Hao found that he had regained his sensitivity to color—the old window sill was tawny, with gray moth-eaten holes and black marks that had cracked over time.

Wang Hao can see the color change again.

The light from the windowsill, as an indispensable catalyst, made Wang Hao realize that he had returned to normal.

Everything should be colored. This is a theorem, and it is also a part of logic.

Perhaps for other creatures...such as cats, dogs, mice, they can see another situation.

Only for humans.

Having the recognition of color is an ability of being a human being.

But…

In the face of Wang Hu, who is attached to the incarnation of the inner demon, it seems that this characteristic, which is similar to 'instinct', is also deprived in an instant.

There is no room for bargaining.

And it's just the result of him taking a look, unable to maintain it for even a second. At this intensity, Wang Hao continued to observe for two seconds, three seconds, or even longer.

Then what will you become?

Wang Hao only felt that his heart was a little tight, and he had already remembered all the points in his heart, but now it came to his mind again, which made him mutter to himself.

"The more powerful, the incomprehensible individual, the existence of its own..."

more pollution.

Wang Hao seems to have a deeper understanding of this sentence.

At this point, Wang Hao is not even qualified to continue observation. He had to stick carefully to the top of the door, and then tried to judge the current situation through the sound.

He only heard some strange noises at this moment.

Both fine and low.

In a short time, high-frequency echoes came from layers to layers, which made Wang Hao even more curious.

What exactly is Wang Hu doing?

His heart was like a cat scratching, but fortunately, after about ten seconds, Wang Hao suddenly felt a change.

The position that spread was rapidly weakening at this moment, but a breath of neutrality had already disappeared. Immediately afterwards, Wang Hao only heard a plop coming from his ear.

This movement...

Did Wang Hu fall down? !

Wang Hao didn't dare to look back immediately, but in awe of Yu Cai's prestige, he had to turn his head slowly. After confirming that there was nothing different this time, he turned around completely and took a look at the situation.

At this moment, the scene in front of Wang Hao can be said to be very simple—

A sound bed board, a figure lying on the ground, without the slightest bit of life.

Seeing this situation, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Wang Hao's eyes narrowed slightly.

Because his conjecture was confirmed.

The bed board was actually repaired! !

This shock is not concealed in the slightest, just because Wang Hao has many considerations for this 'wish'.

If this is simply to restore the bed board, it may not be too difficult.

Re-splicing the sawdust and debris, and restoring the structure through the power beyond the mundane, this is only the most superficial ability application.

For the incarnation of demons, it shouldn't be a problem.

But…

Through this wish, it actually restored all the straw mats and pillows on it!

Wang Hao's memory is not bad, so he compared the current situation with his memory, and soon found that he could not find the slightest flaw.

Whether it's the layout, or where the bedding is placed.

There are even some subtle features...such as the shiny bamboo skin that has been rolled up, and the slightly blackened semi-dirty bedding.

At this moment, it has been completely restored as such.

In this situation, the brilliance in Wang Hao's eyes shines brightly. Because of this phenomenon, he has discovered the most outrageous possibility.

"Return the broken bed board to its original state. This sentence can be understood in many ways. According to the response of the demon incarnation, I can also roughly infer its upper limit..."

Now it seems that Wang Hao did not underestimate it.

It can reproduce the bed board without the slightest change, and even the details can be copied to the exact same level.

Except for the possibility of kneading it on the spot...

"This demon incarnation is likely to be able to reverse time to a certain extent?"