After the immortal disappeared

When He Lingchuan released Master Gan, he made it very clear that if he dared to reveal these things, the master of Baoshu Kingdom would definitely avenge his son.

The entire Fu Kingdom could not afford to offend King Baoshu, let alone a mere Wuze County.

After hearing this, Gan Sanye trembled twice and ran away in despair. After going back and forth several times, he didn't dare to say harsh words anymore.

After all, the soul-telling mirror that had been his master had been surrendered by He Lingchuan, and he finally realized that his thin arms could not twist the steel bar.

At this time, the east was white, the farmer's chickens began to clear their throats to tell the time, and He Lingchuan and the others returned to the county town.

Residents who get up early start to rush for their livelihood. In reality, Wuze County is full of fireworks. How can it be compared to the illusion in the mirror?

The three of them found a roadside stall and drank a large bowl of dried powder. The bowl was bigger than a person's face. I don’t know what kind of herbs this stall uses to stew the soup. The soup base has a bright flavor. Add a handful of mushrooms and a pinch of sour beans to create a sour and refreshing soup followed by a thick texture. He Lingchuan asked for another plate of peanuts, topped it with dried noodles, and ordered four big buns.

The people around were also squatting at the small swaying table, eating in a hurry, sweating on their foreheads, but it was very satisfying.

After dinner, Wu Jinsong went back to pack his bags and prepare to move into Zizhuyuan.

He also wanted to rush back to Taifu Sha's Mansion as soon as possible, but He Lingchuan would not set off with the caravan for two or three days, so the two guards could only suppress their temper and wait.

He Lingchuan returned to Zizhuyuan with the soul-telling mirror in his arms. Most of the guests here had not yet gotten up. Walking through the porch, you could still faintly hear snoring inside.

He went back to the soup room to take a bath and relax, then closed the doors and windows and took out the mirror.

Although all things have animism, if an artificial mirror accidentally acquires spirituality and then turns into a demon, it is really a lucky coincidence. Many artifacts do not receive this treatment. At best, it would be great to have an ignorant artifact spirit.

But after all, it has no legs and cannot run on its own, so it needs a mirror slave to carry it around.

As for the evil spirits, not only can they not touch the mirror, but the living creatures they control cannot touch the mirror, so they cannot pick it up either.

Now that it has concluded its contract with Mr. Gan, it cannot run away without the Mirror Slave and can only stay in He Lingchuan's hands.

Only then did He Lingchuan know that in fact, after Sha Xinghai made a deal with Uncle Gan, Uncle Gan hoped that the goddess would return her soul to him. This way, the ghosts would not be aware of it, and the Gan family would not have to take risks.

But the mirror refused.

How can you spit out the food that comes into your mouth?

Now the mirror began to beg He Lingchuan: "Please don't hand me over, I am willing to be your breast mirror."

He Lingchuan was no longer afraid to look at it. He shook the mirror and said, "You are determined to follow me?"

"Um!"

He took a mirror and looked around: "Are you impressed by my charm?" The guy in the mirror is so handsome!

"……Yes Yes."

He knocked on the mirror twice: "If you confess, you will be lenient, otherwise I will kill you..."

Twist it into a twist, right? The mirror is full of longing: "I want to feel the atmosphere of the City of the Dead. This will be of great benefit to me."

So this guy is yearning for Panlong City? "How to say?"

"You also know that I was born with resentful souls. However, I swallowed too many resentful souls, and their resentment and hatred never dissipated. They were all piled up in the mirror and could not be discharged, forcing me to eat something else. "The mirror has its own troubles, "The city of the dead behind you is far beyond imagination, and the power of hatred it can carry is far beyond imagination. I want to learn from it."

"You want to imitate the tiger and imitate the cat?"

"So be it."

He Lingchuan stroked his chin: "What do you need me to do?"

"No, just let me stay with you, and I can slowly figure it out." The most important thing in the mirror is time, "I vaguely feel that the City of the Dead is particularly powerful at night, and its connection with you is also very close."

This guy really feels right, he can only enter Panlong City at night.

Mirror asked again curiously: "How can you carry such a terrifying city of the dead without being affected by it?"

"What's the usual impact?"

"The overwhelming amount of Yin Qi and resentment will eat away at your essence and consume your Qi and blood, leaving you exhausted and depleted, and you will soon be riddled with pain and die. Considering the size of this city of the undead, It only takes... ten days at most to kill a living person?" Mirror asked him cautiously, "How long have you been in contact with it?"

"Half a year." Oh, that's okay. He feels better than he did half a year ago.

"!!" It's been half a year and this man is still as powerful as a tiger? "It's useless even if your physique exceeds that of ordinary people. This kind of yin power can even absorb the immortals! Not to mention the city of the undead, even the goddesses can't stand my dependence, so I have to sign them as mirror slaves, otherwise every other It’s very troublesome to have to replace someone within a few months.”

At this point, it let out a long "Oh", thinking it had found the truth: "Have you also become a slave of the City of the Dead?"

"Get out of here!" He Lingchuan flicked his fingers, causing the mirror to spin several times. "Do you think I'm an idiot like Mr. Gan?"

After Gan Sanye signed the contract, he had to obey orders. He Lingchuan's body and will were very free, and no one asked him to do this or that.

right?

He thought about it carefully and found that he had not made any contract, he just took a knife from the black dragon incarnate as Zhong Shengguang.

This is an agreement at best.

Oh no, wait a minute.

I can’t throw away the divine bone necklace, and the Fusheng knife will come back shamelessly, ah...

Thinking about it this way, he didn't seem so sure anymore.

The mirror turned in a circle and clicked its tongue: "It's so scary and so interesting. I must study it carefully!"

Which monster with enlightened intelligence doesn't yearn for the great road? But after all, it is too rare for objects to become demons. There is no ready-made path for it to take, so it can only explore on its own.

Unfortunately, there have been no results.

Just when it was about to lose heart, Panlongcheng appeared and pointed the way for it!

This is its path and the direction of its future efforts.

He Lingchuan picked it up and held it close to his chest.

The mirror only thought that he wanted to try the placement of the breast shield, but he didn't know that he actually wanted to see the reaction of the sacred bone necklace.

When he evacuated from Mochou Lake, the necklace heated up to remind him that the treasure was here.

Generally speaking, divine bones are only interested in what they can eat.

But this time was obviously an exception. Shengu was quiet and without any enthusiasm.

Do you look down on the goggles and find them difficult to swallow?

So the previous fever at the lake was just to remind him not to miss the culprit?

Although Dafang Hu did not have a master-slave relationship with him, it really paid close attention to his every move.

He Lingchuan looked at the simple and happy mirror, which still didn't know that it had just escaped disaster: "What happened to the battlefield in your mirror?"

Although the resentful souls that were originally eaten by the mirror have disappeared, their resentment cannot be relieved. The soul-capturing mirror is not a Pixiu. It has no ability to go in but not out. If it continues like this, it may burst. Therefore, it reproduces the battles that General You fought during his lifetime, allowing these grievances to be targeted and slowly resolved.

It's just that this method is like peeling off cocoons and drawing silk, and the effect is particularly slow. It has worked hard for more than two thousand years without giving away much.

So the mirror world can only remain as it is and let them play by themselves.

But now it has discovered that the number of people in the City of the Dead is far greater than its own, and its grievances are far deeper than its own, but it is a miracle that they can control them well.

"A miracle?" He Lingchuan immediately thought of the Three Corpse Insects.

Panlong City cleverly made use of the Three Corpse Insects, which was probably one of its ways to effectively resolve the resentment of the dead souls.

But this is an unspeakable secret.

"Can I use your mirror to recruit people?"

"It can't be done now." Jing Jing said miserably, "In order to prevent you from escaping, I intervened and changed the rules. Now the world is in chaos, and I won't be able to absorb living people for a long time."

"How long is a long time?" This mirror has existed for a long time, and the "long time" it mentioned was definitely not the same concept as what he understood.

"At least four, five... ten years?"

He Lingchuan gave it a heart-pounding meal: "Four to five years, or forty to fifty years, tell me clearly!"

"At least for several decades!" Jing Jing said sadly, "I would not dare to move you to the Soul Country unless I had to."

"That's not the fantasy world you created. How much trouble would it be to change the rules?" No wonder the mirror first sent him to a replica of Wu Ze County instead of the battlefield.

But this was the second time he heard the word "soul land" from the mirror.

"That's not what you say." Jing Jing said helplessly, "It is natural and has its own laws. Soul Village is copying the past history, so it must be absolutely perfect. If you add a little change, you will add a little bit. There will be more and more loopholes, unreasonable and unruly places, and in the end the entire soul town will be unable to operate and can only collapse. Then I, I will be unlucky!"

It originally hoped that the resentful spirits of Hunxiang could kill these intruders as soon as possible, so the loopholes caused would not be big, and it could just find a way to repair them later. Who knew...

Hong Luan was already scorched, but it was the one who reversed the law and chopped it down. It was better now. All the resentful spirits inside realized that history had changed and immediately rioted.

He Lingchuan hissed softly: "Hunxiang can't change at all?"

"No!" Mirror said firmly, "Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not! Not even a little bit."

It is a gory example. Its mirror world has just begun to take shape, but it has been messed up by those resentful spirits, and it is not known when it will be restored.

so serious? He Lingchuan stroked his chin. Doesn't it matter that he enters Panlong City every night, causing the dream and real history to diverge?

He was ignorant in the past and only thought it was fun; now after listening to the popular science of the Soul Mirror, he suddenly felt that the big square pot was really awesome, as if even the laws could be twisted.

"What does the city of the dead look like when you see it?"

"This..." The mirror was hard to describe, so I had to say, "See for yourself."

The next second, the outline of the city of the dead that it saw appeared on the mirror surface, which can also be said to be a reflection.

He Lingchuan let out a sigh.