Fantasy Mirror Travel Records

How many years does it take for a beauty to turn into a dry bone?

Maybe it's a lifetime, or a hundred years, or...just a moment.

After Lu Xiaofeng finished speaking, Tao suddenly pushed him away like crazy, ignoring the others present, stumbled towards the painted wall, and activated the mechanism of the tomb.

Followed by Tarot, Lu Xiaofeng turned his head and exchanged a glance with Chu Liuxiang, and asked, "I've got the Magic World Mirror, Brother Chu, do you want to go in and have a look?"

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, he is a curious person, the truth is right in front of him but he doesn't know it, it is undoubtedly a matter of scratching his heart.

"What did Brother Lu see inside?"

Lu Xiaofeng was silent for a moment, then said: "I'll accompany Brother Chu to see it again."

Behind the painted wall is not so much the main tomb as... an altar.

Countless bones are piled under the square altar, the steps are carved with dusty runes, and in the center of the altar is a sarcophagus.

Tao rushed to the side of the sarcophagus and pushed the lid with his right hand, even Tarot stepped forward to help, but when the lid was removed, there was no gold, silver, jewelry or remains inside.

Tarot jumped in and rummaged in disbelief, but the huge sarcophagus was empty and there was nothing.

Tao fell to the ground with a dull expression, as if she had aged a lot at this moment.

"I woke up from a dream, and found myself lying in this tomb, and I went forward to open the sarcophagus, and there was only this mirror inside." Lu Xiaofeng looked at her, "The Great Witch Ulan is dead, you are deceiving yourself and others, and you are unwilling to accept it. "

Tao's lips moved and her whole body was trembling.

With the danger of the high cliffs and the turbulence of the flowing water, there is little way for an ordinary person to survive if he falls, let alone the poisoned Ulan witch?

She ran there only because the rush of the water and the ferocity of the wolves left her no bones. Whether this body was fed to fish or buried in the belly of wolves was irrelevant to her.

Only the rare fantasy mirror that fell into the river was preserved. Tao found it as if she had found a sustenance and comfort, so she stayed in such a self-deceiving way.

She succeeded in intensifying the conflict and provoking Mo Di's civil strife. It stands to reason that she should return to the Central Plains after completing the task. How the city was burned.

Then, she went all over Mobei looking for the person who she thought was still alive, but she found nothing.

Her face was reflected in the fantasy world mirror, but she saw the shadow of the great witch in the mirror. Whether she was in a trance or fascinated, the mirror cut open the desire in her heart, let her indulge in the past, and became the "master" of the rest of her life.

Since then, the time has been wasted, and the fleeting years have solidified.

Tao's face was full of horror and disbelief, she staggered to her feet, grabbed a fantasy mirror, and reflected her face again.

The person in the mirror faded away from the peerless beauty in an instant, leaving only the vicissitudes of life.

This aging is not limited to the surface, but decays from the bone to the skin, from the inside to the outside, until in the end there is not even a hair or a bone left, only the ashes covered by clothes.

In the past 70 years, where will there be people who live forever?

She is just a slave selected by the fantasy mirror, when she wakes up from the illusion, she has to face the reality that everything is wrong.

Chu Liuxiang sighed deeply.

"Where's Modi's treasure?" he asked.

"There is no treasure at all, it's just a lie made by King Modi." Lu Xiaofeng spread his hands, "The people of the Modi people like extravagance, and the constant battles are not enough to consume even if they guard the golden mountain. Let the people blindly follow the backing, and then plunder the supplies during the battle, but the way of fighting to feed the war, and killing the people... will not last long."

Chu Liuxiang looked back at Tarot, the man was still sitting in the sarcophagus rummaging, looking like a madman.

Everyone has their own destiny.

"This is not a pleasant story, but it is an ending many years late." Chu Liuxiang turned around, "Brother Lu, we should go."

The power of the fantasy world mirror is strongest when day and night alternate.

When they walked out of the gate of the mausoleum, the east side was already faintly pale, and the thin sunlight was faintly peeking through the clouds, but there was still a faint shadow of the crescent moon in the gray sky.

Day is coming.

They each hold a mirror and stand under the sky, waiting for the moment when the sun rises and the moon sets.

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly asked: "Tell me, what will happen to these two mirrors after we leave?"

"Maybe they will stay here, be taken away, and then wander in the rivers and lakes." After a pause, Chu Liuxiang smiled, "Just like when we came here."

"Isn't that going around and around and nothing changes?"

"It hasn't changed in the first place, it's just... a worthwhile trip, that's all."

They looked at each other and smiled.

The next moment, the red sun jumped out of the clouds, the white moon fell from the sky, and the two mirrors flipped at the same time, reflecting the first and last rays of light respectively.

Two light sounds overlapped, and the mirror fell on the soft ground, but the two disappeared.

Since then, the rivers and lakes have not met each other, and I hope you will be safe forever and never fall into the fantasy world.