According to Ebrie, Baruta is a very difficult person to get along with. He didn't want to contact him during his time, but he was scared away by the hostility he showed.

As long as you get close, you will hit someone. If you do something, you will never stop. Even if you are caring, you will not contact him.

Chen Qiye looked at the lonely Baruta curiously. What kind of mentality does that guy have to do that kind of thing?

He couldn't come up with a conclusion for a while, and he was too lazy to think about this matter anymore. After all, for him, it is the most important thing to know the secret of the existence of spiritual power and magic from Baruta.

If possible, I can also discuss with him the skills that can practice nine clones.

Only when the clone is in the realm of a three-century gentleman can you get a little touch. If you want to truly cultivate the clone and reach a perfectly driven state, you must be a four-century gentleman.

But the appearance of Baruta subverted his perception. Chen Qiye felt that if he could get Baruta's clone skills, wouldn't he be able to directly gain a few more lives?

After training on the training ground, Baruta, who had a lonely meal and returned to the dormitory alone, did not say a word to anyone throughout the whole process, nor did he communicate with anyone with his eyes. He kept staring at the ground with his head down and almost never raised it.

This state of introvertedness is simply eye-opening, and of course it may also be related to what he encountered today.

Chen Qiye waited until it was a little dark and quietly touched the building. He observed Baruta outside the window for a long time. After confirming that he had not caused trouble, he entered the dormitory with twelve minutes of caution.

"When will the illusion you mentioned appear?" Chen Qiye pulled over a chair and sat in front of Baruta.

"I don't know, but it should be at dusk." Baruta was not surprised by his appearance. He raised his head and looked at Chen Qiye's eyes: "I usually hear other people's movements in the room at that time."

"If you want to talk about the most likely time, it will be dusk."

Hearing him say this, Chen Qiye looked out the window.

"It's going to be dusk soon."

"Take this opportunity to tell me in detail how well you know your clone."

Baruta shook his head, "I know nothing, except that I am someone's clone."

"Think about it carefully, maybe what will you remember?"

"For example, who did you see the day you opened your eyes for the first time?" Chen Qiye guided his thinking direction, trying to remind him of useful things in this way.

"The first time I opened my eyes..." Barutta wanted to choke him, but was still induced to think in this direction.

"It was decades ago... not right!"

"The first time I opened my eyes, I saw me..." Barutta suddenly frowned.

"Where is this memory coming out?"

"No, the first time I opened my eyes was a woman..."

"It's not right! The first time I opened my eyes, I saw it was obviously a child."

Baruta's memory became chaotic, and he grabbed his hair and couldn't figure it out.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Why do I have many memories that do not belong to me in my memory?"

Baruta murmured in a low voice, and he looked at Chen Qiye in confusion, "Sir, is this your ability?"

Chen Qiye blinked and spread his hands: "It's obviously not."

"I don't have any ability to influence memory. What you think of is the memory that is sealed deep in your brain?"

"If you think about it carefully, are there any memories of how you were created?"

"Or the memory of your spiritual power that you can use as a demon?"

Although he didn't know what was wrong with Baruta, Chen Qiye saw hope. He just mentioned it casually, but he didn't expect that he would accidentally plant the willows and willows to form a shade.

He was thinking about how to catch several other Balutha clones, and how to torture and force him to find out what he wanted.

"this……"

Hearing Chen Qiye's words, his eyes became even more confused and he looked up, but his eyes were not focused anywhere.

“How I was created…”

Chen Qiye stared at Baruta in great anticipation, and it seemed that he was about to remember.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a voice coming from behind: "Is this the only thing you want to know?"

This voice is a bit similar to Baruta, but it is very old, just like Baruta, who is in his seventies or eighties, is talking.

Chen Qiye's hair stood up in an instant, and he turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound came.

Outside the dormitory door, a thin figure was standing quietly. The national face looked vigorous and full of power and authority under the afterglow of dusk.

The man stepped gently into the dormitory. He stood beside Shen Qiye, looked at Baruta with a confused look on his face and chuckled.

"It's good to be young..."

Chen Qiye swallowed in fear. Even if this old version of Baruta stood very close to him, he could not sense his traces of existence through spiritual power or soul power!

You should know that he is now the eighth throne of Di Shui Yuanjun. Even if Oles is standing beside him, he can vaguely sense Oles' breath, but this old man...

He couldn't use his soul and spiritual power to sense his existence as the old man spoke beside him!

He swallowed hard again, "Are you...Baluta's body?"

"Me?" The old Baruta looked at Chen Qiye, chuckled and narrowed his eyes, "You know a lot."

"Why do you think I am the essence?"
Chapter completed!