I have an eternal eye

Bewitched?

Zhang Biao's heart moved and he slowed down.

In the past, he would have scoffed at the idea of ​​being possessed by evil spirits, thinking it was the ignorant talk of the common people.

But now, it pays special attention to it.

Tutu Temple, Guitouliu, Sanyang Sutra...

There is no doubt that the spiritual energy of this world has revived. Could it be that something evil has appeared again?

In order to avoid alerting others, Zhang Biao pretended not to hear and squatted in front of another stall to check.

Sure enough, the old man glanced at his back warily and saw him asking the stall owner opposite for a price, so he quickly closed the stall and left in a hurry with the skinny boy.

An old man and a young man left Jixianfang, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked quickly towards the south of the city.

Zhang Biao naturally followed secretly.

Unknowingly, we arrived at Yongdingfang.

Zhang Biao frowned slightly and stopped.

Yujing City is poor in the north and south. If Anzhenfang where he is located is a civilian area, this is a refugee shantytown.

This Yongding Square is close to the city wall. It is named because there is the entrance of Yongding Canal in the square.

In the early days of the founding of Daliang, although 108 squares were built in Yujing City, the population at that time was sparse and it was still a wild forest. There were even stories of tigers and wolves occupying and eating people. You can imagine its remoteness.

Nowadays, there are even more refugees and beggars gathering together. The dirt roads are full of potholes and sewage flows across the streets. Pedestrians are all dressed in tatters and have unkempt hair.

Although Zhang Biao had changed into civilian clothes, his figure was upright, clean and tidy, and he suddenly became a little conspicuous.

Sure enough, there were already evil eyes staring at him from the dark.

Zhang Biao glanced briefly and turned into the dark alley.

Several beggars squatting on the street corner quickly stood up, glanced at each other, and followed in with sharp knives in their arms.

There was no one in the dark alley filled with debris.

On the towering wall of the square, Zhang Biao had already shaken slightly, put away the hook, lowered his body and moved forward as fast as a civet...

…

In the dilapidated compound, garbage is piled in the corner.

The roof of the tiled house was covered with wormwood, half of the earthen wall collapsed, and even the beams were cracked and covered with spider webs.

No matter how you look at it, it is an abandoned house.

But in the courtyard, there were more than a dozen children gathered, some big and small, all dressed in tatters and unkempt.

Their eyes were horrified as they looked at the dead trees in the courtyard.

On the tree trunk, a young man with a scarred head was tied up with a hemp rope. His hands and feet could not move, his face was distorted, and he was smiling stupidly.

"Grandpa is back!"

As the old man entered the door, the teenagers immediately gathered around him.

The old man didn't talk nonsense. He looked at the tied up scabby boy and said with a gloomy expression, "Tell me, what's going on?"

A young man with a calm face said: "Master, don't be surprised, the little leper didn't mean it."

"Something was wrong with him when he woke up this morning. He kept saying that someone was calling him in the warehouse, and then he got in and touched a visible object, and that's what happened."

When the old man heard this, he became furious.

Snapped!

He slapped the young man who had replied hard and sent him flying out. He glanced around fiercely and said in a cold voice: "How many times have I told you that I am the only one who can enter the warehouse?"

"You are all white-eyed wolves. If I hadn't taken care of you, you would have starved to death. You haven't learned your skills yet, and you are thinking of rebelling!"

The young men were all trembling, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.

In the dark alley outside the courtyard, Zhang Biao stood against the wall, following a hole and seeing clearly what was going on inside.

This is a bunch of rubbish.

Tomb robbing is a job that involves many accidents and dangers.

Some old thieves are older, so they usually gather beggars, give them a mouthful of food, and teach them some rudimentary skills.

When working, some people look out for the wind, some go to the grave, and some are responsible for digging holes. The division of labor is clear.

These young men are called disciples, but in fact they are all tools of the old thieves. When they encounter the trap in the tomb, life and death depend on their lives.

Only the clever ones will slowly learn the craft, and either escape and go it alone, or outlast the old thieves and become the leader.

Generations have grown up this way.

Of course, these teenagers are not simple either.

Since childhood, they have experienced the warmth and coldness of the world, and have been looked down upon by all kinds of eyes. They are all hard-hearted, cunning and cruel.

If the old thief cannot control himself, he will immediately suffer backlash.

As expected, this old country rat ignored the scabby young man who was suspected of being possessed by evil spirits and giggled. Instead, he asked with a cold face: "Which exposed weapon did he use?"

The young man who had just been beaten struggled to get up. His face was swollen and purple, but he did not dare to show any resentment. Instead, he bowed his head respectfully and said, "Master, this is the bronze mirror we found in the Snake Temple."

"You said that thing was unlucky and probably worthless, so you just kept throwing it in the corner of the warehouse."

"Is that that thing?"

The old thief looked at an earthen house, his eyes uncertain, and then he sneered: "I have been eating dead people my whole life. No matter how weird the gadget is, it is just a phantom poison to scare people."

"This little leper's hands and feet are usually unclean. Most likely it's leprosy that oozes pus into his brain. He's stupid."

As he spoke, he looked at the beaten boy and threw out a bunch of keys, "Xiaotian, go and take out the bronze mirror."

"ah?"

"Ah what, be quick!"

The beaten boy's face was full of bitterness, but he did not dare to disobey. He picked up the key and walked into the room tremblingly.

This kid was also a bit shrewd. He tore off his tattered clothes, pulled the bronze mirror over with a stick, wrapped it up, ran out, and threw it on the ground.

Gululu…

The bronze mirror rolled down, and everyone quickly stepped back.

Zhang Biao also looked along the cracks in the wall.

It was a palm-sized bronze mirror, facing down, and only the backside could be seen with complicated patterns, including talismans and ghost faces.

No matter how you look at it, it is not something that normal people use.

"Grandpa."

The boy holding the mirror was full of fear, "This...this mirror is as cold as ice!"

"oh?"

As soon as these words came out, the old thief's face twitched slightly.

His eyes were uncertain, he hesitated for a long time, and then suddenly said: "In our business, we have to be careful about sailing for thousands of years. If something weird happens, just throw it away as soon as possible."

As he said that, he suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "We are not lucky enough to tolerate this thing. Old Ghost Liu must like it very much."

"Xiaotian, throw the mirror at his door so no one can see it!"

The young man who was beaten had a bitter look on his face, he picked up the bronze mirror in his tattered clothes and ran out of the ruined courtyard.

He turned left and right and came to another desolate old alley. Without bothering to check, he threw down the bronze mirror and turned around to leave.

Phew~

Accompanied by the sound of wind in his clothes, Zhang Biao fell from the wall, casually pulled a piece of ragged mat, wrapped the bronze mirror and left quickly...

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Bang bang bang...

As soon as he returned home, Zhang Biao made almost the same move as the boy and threw the mirror on the ground.

Without him, there is something strange about this mirror.

Even across the straw mat, there seemed to be a chill spreading down the arms, making people feel chilly.

Zhang Biao touched his palms with a solemn expression.

The temperature in the palm of the hand has not changed. Just like when I checked the Guitouliu before, this coolness directly affects the spirit.

Could it be related to the spiritual world?

After hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and started to use his spiritual vision.

Sure enough, the operation was a bit sluggish.

But to Zhang Biao's surprise, although his forehead was cold, there was no strange phenomenon when he checked Guitouliu.

With a burst of fatigue, the information came flooding in:

Ecstasy Mirror (Yellow Level 1)

1. A magical instrument made of bronze, with a mirror inlaid with dead jade, and three Yin symbols and charm patterns engraved on the back. After thousands of years, it has become mottled and incomplete.

2. The shadows are dark and charming, and the way back home is forgotten in the fog. Holding this mirror, qi and blood can be used as guidance, and words can be used to induce. You can use the trick: enchantment (yellow level one).

3. If the mirror pattern is damaged, a strong-willed person can resist it.

4. Its previous owner used the bronze mirror to seduce people's hearts and seek benefits, but he also became addicted to desire and suffered backlash and died...

Magic weapon? !

Zhang Biao's eyes were full of surprise.

Although he has mastered the Qi Refining Method of the "Three Yang Sutra", he is only at the second level of Huang level, so he is not considered to be a high-end product.

There is also very little knowledge about the spiritual world.

For example, if you don’t know how to use the jar of incense ash, you can only put it under the bed and continue to collect dust.

Now, there is finally a breakthrough.

Trickery: Fascination.

Is this the name of magic in the spiritual world? Why is it called trickery? It sounds a little ominous.

It's a yellow-level first-grade one, but the level is not high either.

However, Zhang Biao was particularly pleasantly surprised.

According to the prompts of the spiritual eye, this technique is performed with a bronze mirror. It does not require any spells and infuriating energy, but uses energy and blood as guidance and verbal induction.

Kind of like past life hypnosis...

But, how to guide Qi and blood?

Zhang Biao originally wanted to continue his research, but he used his spiritual eyes too much today and became sleepy, with waves of drowsiness coming over him.

I simply heated up the remaining medicinal food from yesterday and drank it before going to bed early.

The bright moon shone on the window lattice, and he was filled with thoughts.

Judging from the suicide note left by the monks in the "Three Yang Sutra", the advent of the Age of Dharma Ending will be a long period of time.

But now that the spiritual energy of the world has revived, the Black Sun and Blood Moon are quite powerful. Although it seems that the storm has subsided, changes are quietly taking place.

Xishi Guitouliu, Ecstasy Mirror…

Both of these were discovered today alone.

This change is expected to become bigger and bigger, and he has no idea what the future will bring.

Fortunately, I have awakened my spiritual eyes and made some preparations in advance so that I can deal with future changes...