Help! This Savior Is Too Old!

Listening to Shan Qingyi's words, Jiang Bai nodded, "No."

Shan Qingyi rolled her eyes, "Then why are you asking me?"

I asked but didn't help. Isn't this asking in vain?

Jiang Bai said plausibly, "I'm just asking, I didn't say I wanted to help!"

Jiang Bai asked Shan Qingyi, ‘Do you want to help?’, but he didn’t say that he must help!

Listening to the other party's confident answer, Shan Qingyi was a little surprised.

"Are you serious?"

Most people can't say such shameless words.

"Is it true or false, does it matter?"

Jiang Bai ignored Shan Qingyi and continued to walk forward.

Shan Qingyi held the two swords, looked at Jiang Bai's back, and frowned slightly.

"He didn't doubt me?"

"Just leave like that?"

"It can't be fake..."

Jiang Bai's behavior was very abnormal. Shan Qingyi, who was holding a pair of swords, hesitated for a moment and finally decided to let Jiang Bai leave.

She still has her own things to do, and she must seize the time to hunt down the mirror image.

The most important thing is that fighting Jiang Bai will be harmful to her, and may even allow other Shan Qingyi to reap the benefits.

Jiang Bai continued to move forward, and the frequency of encountering Shan Qingyi became less and less. The sounds of fighting were heard from other places in the Ghost Mirror House from time to time, and then fell silent again.

Obviously, life and death were determined when the two fighting parties met, without any unnecessary actions.

It can only be said that there is a gap between Shan Qingyi.

In terms of pure combat power, the main body and mirror ghost are definitely stronger than the mirror image.

Jiang Bai stopped again. This time, the scene in front of him changed again.

Shan Qingyi was hiding in the corner holding a single sword. The sharp blade struck at an extremely tricky angle. In the midst of the lightning, Shan Qingyi advanced instead of retreating. The sharp blade penetrated the skin and penetrated into the flesh. Shan Qingyi clung to the opponent. One arm locked the opponent's knife hand, and the other hand held the short knife and stabbed forward crazily.

After a few blows, the attacker was killed and shattered into countless crystals. However, these crystals did not dissipate like before, but were instead absorbed by the 'Single Sword Single Qingyi'.

The crystal light entered the body, Shan Dao Dan Qingyi's injuries healed, and his momentum also increased little by little.

She pulled out the dagger that had pierced her ribs. The dagger did not disappear, but instead became her trophy.

In less than a minute, in front of Jiang Bai, she evolved from 'single sword and single Qingyi' to 'double sword and single Qingyi', just like the single Qingyi Jiang Bai met before.

"Do you need help?"

"Okay, can you help me kill them all?"

"cannot."

"Then why are you asking me?"

"..."

The same conversation happened again.

Jiang Bai ignored Shan Qingyi's double sword and continued to walk forward.

He used his gun to clear a straight path in the mirror. No matter how the mirror maze in the Ghost Mirror House was constructed, Jiang Bai would definitely be able to get out of the maze if he followed this straight line.

Jiang Bai is now close to the edge of the maze, and the frequency of encountering Shan Qingyi is very low.

After previous observations, Jiang Bai can be sure that mirrors can become stronger by fighting against each other.

Thousands of mirror images are put together, and the strong one that emerges is not necessarily weaker than the original body!

"Single sword and single Tsing Yi, double sword and single Tsing Yi, what's next, three swords and single Tsing Yi?"

Jiang Bai soon knew the answer.

At the exit of the maze, a double-sword Shan Qingyi was punched through the chest. The cracks spread and broke into countless crystals.

The two knives landed on the ground, but were kicked aside. In the corner, dozens of short knives were piled into a hill. These precious trophies were placed like garbage.

Standing in front of Jiang Bai was Wu Dao Shan Qingyi.

Shan Qingyi, who was bare-handed, was covered in blood, both from his own and from his enemies. His body was injured and healed, healed and injured again, and the cycle went back and forth, countless times.

Listening to the footsteps, Shan Qingyi raised his eyebrows and said hello,

"Hey, Jiang Bai, are you here too?"

Before Jiang Bai could reply, Shan Qingyi asked enthusiastically,

"Do you need help?"

Jiang Bai:......

Is there a possibility that this is my line?

Jiang Bai asked, "Will you help me?"

Shan Qingyi nodded, "Of course not."

Jiang Bai's eyes almost rolled to the sky, but it was a pity that Shan Qingyi couldn't see it.

"However, I can tell you one thing that may help you."

Shan Qingyi said,

"The old Beast King and I entered the Ghost Mirror House together. He originally planned to use the Light Bodhi to solve this disaster. Who would have thought that the old Beast King himself could not accommodate the Light Bodhi. Not only was he seriously injured, but he also lost the Light Bodhi. .”

Combined with the information the previous store owner told Jiang Bai, Guangming Bodhi is the key to solving this disaster.

It turns out that the person who plotted against the painter was Shan Qingyi.

The old beast king intervened and took away the Guangming Bodhi. Who would have thought that he would fail again.

In other words, all the people and ghosts deep in the burial ground are facing an extremely dangerous situation at this moment - they have to face an almost unsolvable disaster!

Hope is dashed and all that is left is death.

Jiang Bai was not surprised when he heard the news, he just nodded.

Returning the favor, Jiang Bai also shared his experiences and discoveries with Shan Qingyi.

Mirror image, mirror ghost, body,

Single knife, double knife, no knife.

After Shan Qingyi listened, he frowned and thought for a moment, and finally gave up thinking.

Obviously, before Jiang Bai appeared, she had already thought of a way to deal with it.

The two met each other and parted ways again.

Shan Qingyi wants to stay in the Ghost Mirror House and Jiang Bai wants to go out. They have their own things to do and don't want to be disturbed by anyone.

Before leaving, when passing by, Jiang Bai suddenly spoke,

"Want to know how to tell the difference between real and fake?"

His tone was confident, as if he had found a way.

Shan Qingyi asked, "Why do we need to distinguish the true from the false?"

Shan Qingyi, who had empty hands, turned her back to Jiang Bai, and smiled even more, with a bit of madness.

"Whether you're talking about mirror image, mirror ghost, or body..."

"I don't care."

"The one who can fight out of the Ghost Mirror House is the strongest Shan Qingyi. This era does not need weak people, let alone a weak Shan Qingyi..."

Shan Qingyi with empty hands thought so, Shan Qingyi holding two swords thought the same, and so did Shan Qingyi with a single sword.

They are either Shan Qingyi's true form, or they are carved out of the same mold as Shan Qingyi. When faced with the same thing, they all make the same judgment.

They chose to stay in the Ghost Mirror House, fight each other, and hunt each other!

The identity of prey and hunter often changes in just an instant!

Thousands of mirrors, thousands of mirror images, a mirror ghost, and a real body are all in the ghost mirror house, joining in this carnival of killing.

A dragonfly loomed, floating on Shan Qingyi's shoulder.

"Today, there is no distinction between true and false, only life and death."

Shan Qingyi, who was dressed in blood clothes, closed her eyes and opened her arms, as if she was embracing the whole world. Her voice was a little crazy and a little free and easy, and she murmured in a low voice,

"That's only fair."