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, Mr. Gan Sanye trembled twice and ran away in despair. After going back and forth several times, he did not dare to say harsh words again.
After all, the soul-capturing mirror that had been his master was 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 farm 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 randomly found a roadside stall and drank a large bowl of dried powder. The bowl was bigger than a person's face. The stall used unknown herbs to stew the soup, and the soup base had a distinct flavor. Adding a handful of mushrooms,
A pinch of sour beans, sour and refreshing followed by a thick texture. He Lingchuan also ordered a plate of peanuts, added a layer of peanuts, and ordered four large steamed buns.
The people around were also squatting at the swaying small 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 stay at 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 vaguely 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 turns into a demon, it is really a lucky coincidence. Many artifacts do not have this treatment. At best, it is great to have an ignorant artifact spirit.
But after all, it doesn't have legs and can't run on its own, so it needs a mirror slave to carry it around.
As for those evil spirits, not only can they not touch the mirror themselves, 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 his 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 this mirror begins to pray to He Lingchuan: "Please don't hand me over, I am willing to be your breast protector."
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 was full of longing: "I want to feel the atmosphere of the City of the Dead. This will be of great benefit to me."
It turns out that this guy is yearning for Panlong City? "How do you say that?"
"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?"
"That's right."
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 about 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 is really 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 energy and resentment will eat away at your essence, consume your energy and blood, and make you exhausted and depleted. Soon you will 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 half a year ago.
"!!" After half a year, is this man 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 goddess can't stand my dependence.
, that’s why I signed them as mirror slaves, otherwise they would have to replace them every few months, which would be very troublesome.”
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 just 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 circles and said: "It's so scary and so interesting. I must study it carefully!"
Which monster with enlightened intelligence does not yearn for the great road? But after all, it is too rare for objects to become monsters. There is no ready-made path for it to follow, 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 way 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.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! 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 things they can eat.
But this time was obviously an exception. Shengu was quiet and not at all enthusiastic.
Do you look down on the goggles and find them difficult to swallow?
So when he had a fever at the lake earlier, he was simply reminding him not to miss the culprit?
Although Dafang Hu does not have a master-slave relationship with him, it really pays 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 eaten by the mirror have disappeared, their resentment cannot be relieved. The soul-catching mirror is not a Pixiu, and it does not have the ability to only go in and out. If it continues like this, it may burst. Therefore, it reappears.
After the battles that took place during General You's lifetime, these grievances were targeted and slowly resolved.
It's just that this method is like peeling off a cocoon and pulling out silk, and the effect is extremely slow. It has worked hard for more than two thousand years but has not given away much.
Therefore, 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 Wuze County instead of the battlefield.
But this was the second time he heard the word "hunxiang" from the mirror.
"That's not what you are saying." 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 will, I will be in bad luck!"
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 it later. Who knows...
The red luan was already scorched, but it was the one who reversed the law and chopped it down. Now it was better. All the resentful spirits inside realized that history had changed, and they 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 bloody example. Its mirror world has just begun to take shape, but it has been messed up by those resentful spirits. It is not known when it will be restored.
So serious? He Lingchuan stroked his chin. Doesn't it matter that he entered 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-Taking 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.