Yingmeng was restless. This was the first time that she couldn't calm down to practice, and even reading a book couldn't calm her emotions. This was a complicated feeling.

On one side are the things she has been taught since childhood, on the other side is the temptation of the so-called .

I have to admit that Yang Cang has been quite successful in brainwashing her these past few weeks.

Yingmeng has wanted to be recognized by others since she was a child.

Yingmeng, who has no memory of his pre-ascension period, has always been a good boy in the eyes of the old antiques in the fairy world. The most daring thing he ever did was to secretly read so-called banned books.

Now that he is able to do something that challenges the moral code, Yang Cang deserves a lot of credit.

Now Ying Meng thinks about how to use the rules he knows to create different techniques all the time.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out, wandering and wandering but unable to find an exit. She knew clearly what she wanted to do, but the moral burden kept holding her back again and again, and her heart suddenly felt better.

tired.

In fact, this is not a big deal. Why should I feel guilty? As long as I don't say there is no evidence, who can say that I did it?

Facts have proven that when a person particularly wants to do something, he can always find a suitable reason.

Yingmeng successfully persuaded

Later, he decided to sneak back to the graveyard.

"Are you asleep?" There was no reply. Yingmeng slightly propped up his body with his hands. "Boss Yang, Boss Yang?" Still no reply.

Yingmeng sat up carefully and squeezed the sweat from her palms. "Yang Ruffian, Yang Ruffian?"

Before she could finish her words, she saw a brick flying towards Ying Meng. Ying Meng quickly caught it with Yin Qi and carefully put the brick back on the ground, trying not to make any sound. She was so nervous that she opened her mouth.

His mouth stood there blankly, feeling uneasy in his heart, wondering if Yang Cang had woken up.

Except for the summer cicadas, there was no other sound around.

At night, it was eerily quiet.

She waited there for a while. Nothing happened.

It turned out that it was just an instinctive reaction and Yang Cang did not wake up.

Ying Meng walked over carefully, kicked Yang Cang twice, and found that he didn't react. He breathed a sigh of relief, used magic to turn a wooden stake into his own shape, and ran out happily.

Digging graves one after another, digging up corpses one after another, stepping on the rules, and studying the mysteries of the human body. This is an unprecedented joy, an almost perverted pleasure.

Unraveling how the human body moves depends on a magical electricity

After the flow spread through a special vein, Yingmeng began to think about how to use this knowledge.

The signal generated by the biochemical reaction in one living body is transmitted in the form of electric current. If the electromagnetic waves, mechanical and chemical signals generated by this biochemical reaction are introduced into another living body through mental power, can it change the biochemical reaction in another living body?

In order to achieve the purpose of controlling its actions.

"Oops, I overplayed it." Yingmeng looked up and saw that it was bright. Yingmeng hurried back to the ruined temple. Sure enough, Yang Cang was sitting on the steps, throwing a stone and waiting for her.

"Where are you going?"

Yingmeng's temples were twitching, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. She tried hard to control her nervousness, and pretended to be calm as she said, "Study how to apply the body-spelling spell to your face."

"Has the research been completed?"

"No." Ying Meng calmed down and used Yang's lying rules.

Yang Cang said with certainty: "Graves in chaos."

"evidence?"

Yang Cang laughed loudly and said with satisfaction: "Next time, clean the pupae on your shoulders."
Chapter completed!