The Dragon from Hell

Half an hour later, the bronze mirror that was originally hung in the hall appeared in Baihu's room.

Guan Mo walked around the bronze mirror and didn't see anything mysterious: "This mirror doesn't look like something from the Linxian Continent."

He commented, and Baihu next to him stiffened and quickly covered his ears.

Qin Feng glanced at him: "Why are you covering your ears?"

Baihu's face was pale and he shook his head repeatedly: "I don't understand, I can't hear, I don't know anything!"

He saw that Qin Feng and Guan Mo were not ordinary people, and he was afraid that if he knew too much, he would end up dead.

"Haha, I didn't expect that you, a cultivator, are so afraid of death even though you are a divine messenger." Guan Mo sneered and came up to pat his forehead: "Okay, don't waste time, hurry up."

It took a long time for someone to pick up the mirror. Qin Feng had recovered by now and didn't want to waste time: "Let's get started."

"Okay, okay, I'll start now!"

Bai Hu nodded tremblingly, and quickly followed the instructions he had given before and lit a stick of incense in front of the bronze mirror.

Qin Feng squinted at the incense in his hand. When the incense was lit, the first smoke that came out was unusual.

The smoke appeared in three strands, which looked like three heads with long tails coming out. Instead of dissipating in the air, it was absorbed by the bronze mirror.

The mirror surface also changed at this time, rippling like the surface of water, and then it seemed to become a well filled with mist, and the smoke rolled and spread over the entire mirror surface.

Then there was a long wait.

This incense stick is as long as two chopsticks, but it is very thin and burns very fast.

In just a few minutes, the incense stick has burned more than half, and Guan Mo's patience is running out. He pinched his fingers and made the joints "crack".

Baihu was sweating profusely, and cold sweat kept flowing down: "Don't worry, the two of you, maybe the saint is busy now. If it doesn't work, I still have three incense sticks here, let's..."

Before he finished speaking, Guan Mo grabbed the collar of his clothes and lifted him up.

"Little thing, do you know what will happen if you lie to me?"

Baihu had no power to fight back in his hand, and tried to tiptoe and begged: "I really didn't lie to you. Apart from the Buddha statue, this is the only way I can contact the saint. At this time, is there any benefit for me to lie to you?"

"Don't mention the Buddha statue to me. You may be the one who did something wrong with the Buddha statue just now. I haven't settled accounts with you yet, and you still dare to mention it?"

Guan Mo suspected that the Buddha statue was related to Baihu.

"It really has nothing to do with me!" Baihu waved his hands anxiously, looking at Qin Feng and explaining to him.

"Okay, let's put him down first." Qin Feng waved his hand: "Didn't he say he still had three incense sticks? Anyway, the burning time of an incense stick is at most ten minutes. Let him try again. If it doesn't work, it's not too late to kill him."

"Heh, you are so kind." Guan Mo rolled his eyes and threw him down reluctantly.

Baihu tidied his clothes, and the whole person was still in shock.

At this time, the first incense stick was about to burn to the end, but the mist in the mirror still did not change at all.

He held three similar incense sticks in his hand, each of which was very thin and burned faster than ordinary incense.

He knew that the saint was not someone he could call at any time. Although he had a way to contact the saint, whether the saint wanted to contact him depended entirely on her mood.

Seeing that the second incense stick was about to burn to the end, the sweat on Baihu's head was almost like rain.

Guan Mo sat by the table with his legs on the table.

He and Qin Feng were still wearing the suits they wore to the banquet yesterday. Qin Feng did not return to his original appearance. He was not as arrogant as Guan Mo. He just leaned on the table casually, supporting his head with one hand, as if he was resting his eyes.

The two of them were like two bystanders who had nothing to do with the matter. The more they downplayed it, the more nervous Baihu was.

After all, the aura of these two people just sitting there was enough to scare people.

He swallowed his saliva, lit the third incense stick, and prayed in his heart: Great Saint, please save me this time too...

As if hearing his prayer in his heart, the mirror changed this time.

Qin Feng raised his eyes and saw the mirror with gray smoke rolling began to roll, and layers of black mist came out from it, as if there was some strange monster in this bronze mirror.

Then the mist turned completely black, and then was absorbed by the mirror at a very fast speed.

The outline of a person vaguely appeared in this bronze mirror, and it seemed to be a woman.

However, the bronze mirror was tooIt was ancient and a bit old, with many scratches on the mirror.

In fact, even if such a bronze mirror is well preserved, it cannot fully reflect a person's appearance.

This bronze mirror now looks more like a display screen with poor pixels.

Seeing the figure of a woman finally appear on the other side of the mirror, Baihu breathed a sigh of relief, and almost collapsed to the ground with his legs weak. Reason made him barely stand firm.

But when Qin Feng saw the figure in the bronze mirror, he couldn't help but tilt his head: "Huh?"

Guan Mo looked at him: "Why, do you know her?"

The woman in the mirror couldn't see her face clearly, but he could see her clothes and figure.

It should be the figure of a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, graceful and slender, but because the "pixel" of the bronze mirror was not very good, the outline of her figure was also slightly distorted.

However, her outfit was very conspicuous, which was not common in China. She was dressed like a nun.

Behind her was the church, and you could see the huge cross of Jesus behind her through her figure.

Qin Feng stared at the figure in the mirror for a while, and finally shook his head in confusion: "I don't know her, I just feel that she looks familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen her."

As soon as he spoke, the person in the mirror responded.

When the woman spoke, her voice was the sweet voice of a young girl, but for some reason, her voice was filled with a chilling evil spirit.

Just hearing the voice, it was like being in an empty grave, empty, strange, and cold.

It reminded me of a funeral on a rainy day.

"White Tiger."

As soon as he heard the woman's voice, White Tiger knelt on the ground and made a strange gesture towards the woman in the mirror. It didn't look like the salute gesture of a sect in Linxian Continent.

"White Tiger greets the Saint!"

In this era, basically no one kneels down to salute when they meet. It seems that the era in which this Saint lived should be similar to that of Linxian Continent.

And coincidentally, Qin Feng could actually understand what she said.