"Taoist Priest, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" Luo Jiutian helped the Taoist Priest sit up, "Can you tell us? We..."
"Jiutian," Lao Luo gently interrupted his son, "you'd better stop asking."
Luo Jiutian looked at his father's appearance and seemed to understand something.
The Taoist priest cried silently, but the two strings of tears did not last long. A few minutes later, amid the quiet concern of Li Muyuan and Luo Jiutian, the Taoist priest's eyes refocused, he touched his face and exhaled.
Take a breath.
"I'm sorry," the Taoist priest's voice was hoarse, "I lost control, didn't I scare you?"
"No, no," Luo Jiutian told a lie while wiping the sweat on his forehead, "Taoist Priest, how is your health?"
"Fortunately," the Taoist priest flexed his wrist, "There is nothing wrong for the time being."
"That's good," Luo Jiutian nodded, "Come down quickly and drink some water."
"It seems that our experiment failed," the Taoist priest looked around and saw that they still had not left the hotel room, and said, "What a pity."
Li Muyuan and Luo Jiutian looked at each other.
"You can't say that," Li Muyuan said, "Although we didn't see Xia Hua and Zhou Ye directly, we did seem to have entered an unknown world."
The Taoist priest showed a confused expression, and Luo Jiutian described what had just happened.
"Yiyao?" The Taoist priest became more and more confused, "Is it Mr. Yi from Yi Nian?"
"Exactly," Li Muyuan said, "I'm also very confused, why is it Mr. Yi?"
"Could it be that Mr. Yi is also our enemy?" the Taoist priest asked.
"I don't think so," Li Muyuan said. "First of all, we feel more at ease with Mr. Yi's character. Secondly, if Mr. Yi is really an enemy, wouldn't he be directly exposed this time?"
"My father knows Uncle Yi very well," Luo Jiutian said. "Uncle Yi is indifferent to fame and wealth, and he is elegant and humble. He is not the kind of person who attaches great importance to external things."
"But..." the Taoist priest said in a low voice, "Originally, Qiao Moqin was also such a person, wasn't he?"
This sentence suddenly made the atmosphere even more silent.
"I still don't quite believe it," Luo Jiutian said angrily, "I think there is probably a misunderstanding."
He looked at Lao Luo, whose thoughts were also wandering. After noticing his son's gaze, Lao Luo turned his head and said in a low voice, "What I care more about is, why did they choose Yi Yao?"
Luo Jiutian's pupils turned, wondering if this issue was any different from the one they just discussed?
"This world... is a world that ordinary people cannot understand," Lao Luo continued, "I am worried that it is because Yi Yao has entered this world that... he has been imitated by this world?"
Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian were shocked.
"What's wrong?" Li Muyuan saw something was wrong between the two of them, "What did you think of?"
Luo Jiutian repeated Lao Luo's original words. Li Muyuan smacked his lips. After thinking for a while, he suddenly frowned.
"What?" Luo Jiutian asked anxiously, "Muyuan, what did you think of?"
"Have you ever heard of Mirror Man?" Li Muyuan asked.
"Mirror Man?..." the Taoist priest asked, "Is it the mirror of the mirror?"
"Exactly," Li Muyuan continued, "What about Jiutian, have you heard of it?"
"I...I don't have it," Luo Jiutian glanced timidly at his father, "What is that? A kind of human being?"
"No, although it is called Mirror Man, in fact, Mirror Man is not an independent existence, but a phenomenon," Li Muyuan said, "Mirror Man means that in a certain corner of the world, there may be a
A person who is exactly like you is like your twin. That person's personality, temperament, habits, etc. are exactly the same as yours. You and him are like yourselves existing on both sides of the mirror, so they are called mirrors.
people."
"Wow..." Luo Jiutian sighed dubiously, "Is this true? Does this mirror man really exist?"
"I don't know," Li Muyuan shook his head honestly, "I just suddenly thought of it because of Yi Yao just now."
"But the Yi Yao just now is not exactly the same as the real Uncle Yi," Luo Jiutian said, "Even I can feel that the temperaments of the two people are different."
"Is there any danger in that mirror man?" The Taoist priest asked the key point, "Is it difficult to deal with him?"
"It's not a question of right or wrong," Li Muyuan bit his nails, "What worries me is not the Mirror Man himself, but the legend behind the Mirror Man."
After hearing this, Lao Luo sighed and nodded.
Taoist priest and Luo Jiutian became nervous.
"What legend?"
"According to legend, the mirror person just lives quietly on the other side of the world. As long as he does not meet his true body, nothing will happen," Li Muyuan said, "But if a person sees his own mirror person,
In other words, if you see your other self with your own eyes, it means...that person's end is coming."
***
Xiaolan knelt on the ground, using her forehead as a detector to detect everything, while cursing and muttering some words that were not suitable for a child of her age.
"Do you feel it?" Yi Yao asked hurriedly when she saw Xiaolan's movements paused.
"I feel..." Xiaolan sneered, wiped her sweat, and said sarcastically, "Does it count as feeling angry?"
"Alas... Xiaolan," Yi Yao said pretending to be serious, "you have to put the overall situation first."
Xiaolan thought to herself, if I hadn't put the overall situation first and now the whole place had been overturned, would I still be here begging for rain with my forehead?
Xiaolan swallowed the bad breath and searched patiently with her forehead again, but there was still no response. Xiaolan finally couldn't help it anymore. She sat up and sighed.
"No, Uncle Yi," Xiaolan used her remaining sense to remain polite, "I can't find anything. Are you sure this method will work?"
"I'm not sure either..." Yi Yao looked at Xiaolan whose face was covered with dust, raised her chin and thought, "Isn't it useless? Hiss... this is a headache..."
Xiaolan pursed her lips, feeling that her sanity had been cleared.
She turned her head and looked to both sides, thinking that if she killed Yi Yao right here, no one would notice.
"Wait a minute, Xiaolan, something seems to be wrong," Yi Yao's voice attracted Xiaolan's attention and indirectly saved his own life, "You...you..."
Yi Yao pointed at Xiaolan's face, her eyes widening. As an adolescent girl who still cared about her appearance, Xiaolan subconsciously touched her face.