After the fairy disappeared

Chapter 367 Soul Hometown
When He Lingchuan released San Ye Gan, he also made it very clear that if he dared to reveal these things, the Grand Tutor of Baoshu Kingdom would definitely avenge his son.

The whole country of Fu couldn't afford to offend King Baoshu, let alone a mere Wuze County.

After listening to Mr. Gan, his mouth trembled twice, and he ran away in despair.After going back and forth a few times at the gate of hell, he didn't dare to speak harshly again.

After all, the soul-absorbing mirror that had been his master was subdued by He Lingchuan, and he finally realized that his thin arms couldn't twist the steel bars.

At this time, the east was white, and the chickens in the farmhouse began to clear their throats to tell the time, and the three of He Lingchuan also returned to the county town.

Residents who got up early began to rush for their livelihoods. Wuze County in reality is full of fireworks, how can it be compared with the illusion in the mirror?
The three of them just found a roadside stall and slurped up a large bowl of powdered rice, the bowl was bigger than a human face.This stall does not know what herbs are used to stew the soup. The soup base has a bright taste. Add a handful of mushrooms and a pinch of capers, which is sour and followed by thick and thick.He Lingchuan also ordered a plate of peanuts, spread it on top of the noodles, and asked for four big steamed buns to deal with.

The people around were also squatting at the edge of the small swinging table, sweating profusely from eating, but it was very refreshing.

After dinner, Wu Jinsong went back to pack his bags and prepared to move into Zizhu Garden.

He also wanted to rush back to Sha Taifu's mansion as soon as possible, but it would take two or three days for He Lingchuan to leave with the caravan, so the two guards could only restrain their temper and wait.

He Lingchuan returned to the Purple Bamboo Garden with the soul-destroying mirror in his arms. Most of the guests here hadn't woken up, and the snoring inside could be vaguely heard as they walked through the porch.

He went back to the soup room to take a bath and relax, then closed the doors and windows tightly, and took out the mirror.

Although all things have spirits, but the man-made mirror becomes a demon after becoming spiritual by chance.Many artifacts do not have this kind of treatment, at best, it would be great to have an ignorant artifact spirit.

But after all, it doesn't have long legs and can't run by itself, so it needs Jing Nu to walk around with itself.

As for those evil spirits, not only can they not touch the mirror, but the living things they control can't touch the mirror, so they can't pick it up either.

Now it has broken the contract with Mr. Gan, and without the mirror slave, it can't run anymore, so it can only stay in He Lingchuan's hands.

Only then did He Lingchuan know that after Sha Xinghai made a deal with Uncle Gan, Uncle Gan hoped that the sorceress would return her soul to others.

But the mirror refused.

How can you spit out the food that reaches your mouth?

Now the mirror began to pray to He Lingchuan: "Please don't hand me over, I am willing to be your breast-protector."

He Lingchuan is not afraid to look at it anymore, shaking the mirror and saying: "Are you determined to follow me?"

"Ok!"

He took the mirror and looked left and right: "Is it because of my charm?" The guy in the mirror is so handsome!

"……Yes Yes."

He knocked on the mirror twice: "Be honest and be lenient, or I will put you..."

Twist it into a twist, right?The mirror is full of yearning: "I want to feel the breath of the city of the dead, it will be of great benefit to me."

So this guy yearns for Panlong City? "How to say?"

"You also know that I was born with resentful souls. But I have devoured too many resentful souls, and the resentment and hatred they had in life never fade away, and they are all piled up in the mirror and cannot be dispelled, forcing me to eat other things instead. "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 also far beyond imagination. I want to learn from it."

"Do you want to draw a cat like a tiger?"

"That's it."

He Lingchuan stroked his chin: "What do I need to do?"

"No, just let me stay on your body, I can figure it out slowly." What the mirror lacks most is time, "I vaguely feel that the city of the undead is particularly powerful at night, and its connection with you is also very close."

There is nothing wrong with this guy, he can only enter Panlong City at night.

The mirror asked curiously again: "How can you bear such a terrible city of the undead without being affected by it?"

"What is the effect usually?"

"The amount of yin and resentment will erode your essence and consume your blood, leaving you exhausted, empty and internally exhausted, and you will soon die of illness. Considering the size of this undead city, It only takes... ten days at most to kill a living person?" The mirror asked him cautiously, "How long have you been in touch with it?"

"Half a year." Oh, it's okay, he feels better than he did half a year ago.

"!!" It's been half a year, and this man is still fierce? "Even if your physique surpasses that of ordinary people, it is useless. This kind of Yin power can be sucked dry even by immortals! Not to mention the city of the dead, even the witches can't bear my attachment, so I will sign them as mirror slaves, otherwise every time You have to change people in a few months, which is very troublesome."

Having said that, it let out a long "oh", thinking that it had found the truth: "Have you also become a city slave in the city of the undead?"

"Get out!" He Lingchuan flicked his fingers, causing the mirror to spin several times, "You think I'm an idiot like Mr. Gan?"

Sanye Gan will obey orders after signing the contract, but He Lingchuan's body and will are very free, and no one asks him to do this or that.

right?

He thought about it carefully, but he didn't make any contract, he just took a knife from the black dragon incarnate by Zhong Shengguang.

It's an agreement at best.

Oh no, wait a minute.

You can't even throw away the divine bone necklace, and the Fusheng knife will come back with shame, ah...

Thinking about it this way, he didn't seem so sure anymore.

The mirror twirled around and said, "It's too scary and interesting, I must study it carefully!"

Which spiritually enlightened monster does not yearn for the Dao?But it is too rare to become a demon after all, it has no ready-made path to go, so it can only explore by itself.

Unfortunately it has been fruitless.

Just when it was about to lose heart, Panlong City appeared and showed it the direction!
This is its way and the direction of its future efforts.

He Lingchuan picked it up and brought it close to his chest.

The mirror only thought that he wanted to try the placement of the breastplate, but he actually wanted to see the reaction of the divine bone necklace.

When he was evacuated from Mochou Lake earlier, the fever of the necklace reminded him that the treasure was here.

Generally speaking, god bones are only interested in what they can eat.

But this time is obviously an exception, Shengu is quiet, without any enthusiasm.

Is it because you look down on the breastplate and think it is difficult to talk about?
So the previous fever by the lake was just to remind him not to miss the culprit?

Although Dafang Pot has no master-slave relationship with him, it really pays close attention to his every move.

He Lingchuan looked at the pure and happy mirror, who didn't know that it had just escaped a catastrophe: "What happened to your battlefield in the mirror?"

Although the resentful souls eaten by the mirror have disappeared, their resentment cannot be dismissed.The soul-absorbing mirror is not a brave, it does not have the ability to only enter and exit, and if it continues like this, it may explode by itself.Therefore, it reproduced the battle of General You during his lifetime, allowing these grievances to be targeted and slowly resolved.

It's just that this method is like peeling cocoons and spinning, and the effect is particularly slow.It has worked hard for more than 2000 years without giving away much.

So the mirror world can only keep it going, let them play by themselves.

But now it finds out that there are far more people in the city of the undead than it, and the grievances are far more serious than it, but it can be controlled well, which is really a miracle.

"A miracle?" He Lingchuan immediately thought of the three corpses.

Coiling Dragon City cleverly used the three corpse insects, which was probably one of its effective ways to resolve the resentment of the dead souls.

But this is an unspoken secret.

"Can I use your mirror to recruit people?"

"It can't work now." The mirror is miserable. "In order to prevent you from escaping, I forcibly intervened to modify the rules. Now that world is in chaos, and there is no room for inhaling 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 said is definitely not the same concept as he understood.

"At least four or five... ten years?"

He Lingchuan gave it a good meal: "Four or five years, or four or 50 years, make it clear!"

"At least decades!" Mirror said sadly, "If I had no other choice, I wouldn't dare to move you into the land of souls."

"That's not the fantasy world you created. How much trouble would it be to change the rules?" No wonder the mirror sent him to a recreated Wu Ze County first, instead of the battlefield.

But this is the second time he heard the word "soul home" from the mirror.

"That's not the way to say it." The mirror said helplessly, "The heaven and the earth are long, and they are self-contained. The soul town is all copied from the past history, so it must be well-fitted, but if you add a little change, you add a little bit." There will be more and more loopholes, unreasonable and unsuitable places, and in the end, the entire soul city will not be able to continue to operate, and can only collapse. At that time, I will be, I will be out of luck!"

It originally hoped that the wraiths in Soul Town could kill these intruders as soon as possible, so the loopholes it caused would not be too big, and it would be fine to find a way to fix them later.I don't know...

The red luan was burnt, and it was the one who went against the law and chopped it down.Now it's all over, all the resentful spirits inside found that history has changed, and they rioted instantly.

He Lingchuan hissed lightly: "Can't Soul Town be changed at all?"

"No!" The mirror said firmly, "Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not! Not at all."

It is a bloody example.Its mirror world was only just taking shape, but it was messed up by those grievances, and it was unknown when it would be restored.

so serious?He Lingchuan stroked his chin.Then he entered Panlong City every night, causing the dream and the real history to diverge, is it all right?

He used to be ignorant and just thought it was fun; now that he listened to the popularization of Soul-stealing Mirror, he suddenly felt that Dafang Pot is really amazing, as if even the rules can be distorted.

"What does the city of the dead you see look like?"

"This..." The mirror is hard to describe, so I had to say, "Look for yourself."

In the next second, the outline of the undead city it saw appeared on the mirror surface, which can also be said to be a reflection.

He Lingchuan snorted.

(End of this chapter)