[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

The scene in front of me was even more creepy than the stiff puppet-like humans downstairs who chanted with potions.

The thick smog made it impossible for them to see those black figures of various sizes that were watching them motionlessly, exposing their entire body, including their weaknesses.

And this made Damian have some bad thoughts. He recalled some scenes he saw in the Cthulhu mythology when he was a child, and this really made Damian feel a 'crisis'.

Fear is not counted, it is just a subconscious emotion in Damian's heart, called 'fear', the instinctive fear of the unknown.

At this time, Damian missed his long sword very much, when he held the long sword in his hand——

Damian will feel safe when it is his most commonly used weapon and the most proficient weapon, even though he is holding a spell with astonishing attack power.

But Damian is not good at using spells, maybe not as powerful as the long sword in his hands.

It wasn't just Damian who felt that way of being watched, but Merrell too, needless to say, Jade too.

Xiaoyu frowned, she clenched the spell in her hand, the power of the snake spell was still showing.

"Be careful, we don't know what kind of enemies these shadows are, but the only thing that is certain is that they are very dangerous."

"So my suggestion is that we give priority to finding the eyes of the formation and Daolong, destroy the magic circle, and try not to confront these shadows."

The san values ​​of Damian and Xiaoyu were more or less frightened by the strange and weird scenes in front of them, which led to a slight drop.

Only Merrell is like a normal person, not only did he not keep his nerves tense like Xiaoyu and Damian, but he watched everything around him nervously.

Merrell didn't even feel how strange the scene before him was.

Even though Merrell's feeling of being watched by these shadows was as strong as Xiaoyu's and Damian's, he didn't feel any fear, and even got used to it.

Um, because after he was selected by the Shadow Corps to inherit the Shadow Corps, Merrell often couldn't control his consciousness well, which caused the Shadow Corps to appear suddenly.

Just like when Xiaoyu got General Tara's mask logo tattooed on her ankle, she got up early to brush her teeth, because she was too sleepy and couldn't control her thinking well, so the Shadow Corps received meaningless instructions from Xiaoyu.

The Black Shadow Corps thinks that Xiaoyu needs them, so they appear and serve Xiaoyu without authorization.

Later, Merrell, who inherited the Shadow Corps, did the same. First, he felt a strong fear of the existence of the Shadow Corps. In fact, at the beginning, Merrell did not resist the Shadow Corps very much.

He had to admit that he was a little envious when he saw the Shadow Corps serving Xiaoyu, and then Xiaoyu was dominated by the dark power to become the Queen of the Shadow Corps.

At that time, Merrell was no longer envious. If the price of power is to become another person, to become the enemy of the world, the enemy of Uncle Long and Daddy, then it would be better for him not to.

However, this cannot be tolerated by Merrell, the Shadow Corps has already selected the next parasitic target.

Merrell was hit by the black energy of the Shadow Corps and fainted. After waking up, he felt a different restlessness in his body, and when he saw Uncle Long's slightly heavy expression and his father's sad and dignified expression.

The old man said: "I'm very sorry for Cheng Cheng, you were chosen to be the host by the power of the Shadow Corps, and there is currently no way to get rid of the signs in your body." '

What did Merrell understand? What the old man said meant that Merrell would become the same as the Queen of the Shadow Corps back then.

Merrell stayed in the thirteenth district during that time, and was targeted by countless weapons. As long as Merrell had any signs of becoming part of the Shadow Corps, these weapons would not hesitate to shoot at Merrell .

Dad would come to the thirteenth district two or three times a day to give Merrell the potion he had developed, but none of the potions were successful and could drive away the Shadow Corps.

Merrell seldom summons the Shadow Legion, because the more power is used, the easier it is to lose control.

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Uncontrollable after falling asleep.

Merrell often feels that he is being watched by many pairs of eyes after closing his eyes at night, which makes Merrell's mental state drop extremely quickly, and he often has nightmares. When he wakes up because of nightmares.

He would find that his room was already full of shadow troopers, all kneeling and half kneeling on the ground, without exception, staring at Merrell with their red, magical eyes.

Merrell: ...thank you, I almost gasped and was scared to death.

In short, although the father told Merrell not to summon the Shadow Corps as much as possible, but the Shadow Corps appeared in Merelle's room every night and raped Merrell to sleep, so half a month passed and Merrell still hasn't out of control.

Merrell was not as frightened as he was at the beginning, thinking that the Shadow Corps would swallow him at any time, so he just stayed quietly in the room in the thirteenth district, waiting to be swallowed.

The last time Xiaoyu was controlled by the Shadow Corps was only about a day, and Merrell was not controlled for half a month, which inevitably made the ten-year-old child a little bloated, after all, he also summoned the Shadow Corps at night.

Merrell began to run back and forth with Papa's antique shop in the thirteenth district, and occasionally asked the Shadow Corps to help him with some small favors.

Father naturally wouldn't believe that his potion had an effect, because all the potions he concocted were, without exception, the potions that could be taken orally to drive away demons in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign books.

And more than ten days have passed, and the Shadow Corps is still alive and kicking with Merrell, as if their lives have been bound together.

It didn't take Pop a second thought to know that the potions written in these ancient books to exorcise demons didn't do anything.

Later, they tried a series of methods such as magic circle exorcism, but they couldn't get rid of the shadow army from Merrell's body.

Only then did Dad realize that these shadow corps might not be able to get rid of, but the only good news is that Merrell was not affected by the shadow corps and lost control.

So Dad changed his research direction, and he began to study why Merrell would not be controlled by the Shadow Corps.

Then the old man came to the conclusion that Merrell is not only an extremely rare magical insulator, but also has the instinct of iron will. His will is extremely firm, and it is difficult to be influenced by the outside world or magical substances.

Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. Merrell didn't need to worry about being manipulated by the Shadow Corps, but instead got the help of the Shadow Corps.

After that, Merrell began to concentrate on learning how to control the Shadow Corps, and even spent time studying the habits of the Shadow Corps to cultivate feelings.

Merrell has been stared at by the Shadow Corps too many times, and he is no longer afraid of sight.

As for why Merrell is immune to this white mist, please, most of the monsters in the shadow kingdom look like weird, calm, stormy waves, Transformers...

To sum it up in one sentence, the monsters in the Kingdom of Shadows look quite restrained.

In short, when Xiaoyu reminded Merrell, Merrell had already left the range protected by the snake spell and walked in front of one of the shadows.

"Cheng Sheng!"

Merrell touched the black shadow with his hand, turned his head and told Xiaoyu: "Oh, these black shadows are quite close, Xiaoyu, it's nothing, the reason why we have the feeling of being watched is because there are countless faces standing here. Mirror."

Xiaoyu: ...

Merrell stared at the full-length round mirror carved with black borders in front of him, and Merrell's appearance was reflected in the mirror, every movement of Merrell was perfectly restored in the mirror.

Merrell turned to Xiaoyu and Damian, and said disapprovingly: "What's wrong with Daolong, doesn't he know that mirrors are dangerous? Not to mention setting up so many mirrors in one room."

Mirrors are always the most dangerous things, even those who don't practice magic should know.

This hall full of mirrors and lingering smoke, when you walk in it, you suddenly find that another one is approaching you, but it is yourself reflected in the mirror, or it is not yourself, which makes people feel scalp numb just thinking about it.

There are only a few things that appear most often in ghost films and can fill the atmosphere, such as mirrors, faucets, telephone ringing, and strange sounds.

It's not entirely without reason that these things will become regulars in ghost movies.

The degree of danger of the mirror is incalculable, its uncertainty is too high.

The world reflected by the mirror is a world that is completely independent of reality and cannot be touched, and it can reflect many details.

Either ghosts exist in mirrors, or mirrors can reflect invisible ghosts in reality, or Daolon uses a large number of mirrors to gather yin energy.

Either way, it's enough to make you think about it.

Therefore, Merrell didn't notice that the self in the mirror that was 100% synchronized with his movements just now seemed to be half a beat behind.

Although the expression and demeanor were still similar to Merrell's, Merrell in the mirror seemed to have other thoughts.

"Come on, you have to be thankful that these are just mirrors, not monsters staring at you."

"Yeah, what's wrong with Daolong, these mirrors are too dangerous, wouldn't having so many mirrors in one room feel the same as being stared at by countless monsters?"

It was Merrell's voice, with a light smile.

It seems to be laughing at Daolong's actions, but also seems to care about what he is referring to.

Damian frowned. The vigilant nerve in his body didn't subside just because Merrell told him that those shadows were mirrors. On the contrary, it intensified.

Damian suppressed the awkward feeling in his heart, and he said sarcastically: "Answering my own question, it seems that you are very rude and ignored, Merrell."

"...But, but I didn't say anything just now?" Merrell's voice was blank and innocent.

That sentence just now was not what Merrell said at all.

But it was indeed his own voice, and it was also coming from Merrell.

That's why Merrell felt confused. This voice was exactly the same as his usual voice, and he couldn't turn his head around what happened for a while.

"Who else is it if it's not you?" Xiaoyu frowned. "It's not funny to joke about now, Merrel. You know it's not a good time to be joking, do you?"

Although Xiaoyu asked in this way, in fact, she had already squeezed the pig charm and the rabbit charm tightly.

Now Merrell also had some bad premonition, he was going back to Xiaoyu and Damian's side.

Thick fog covered the entire room, and Merrell could only distinguish the positions of Damian and Xiaoyu through the silhouettes of them.

It's funny to say that the snake charm can indeed make most of the outside world's substances unable to detect the appearance of the holder, but they don't really disappear in this world, they just disappear in the eyes of people.

The heat sensor catches them, as does the natural fog.

The fog cannot penetrate the real bodies of Xiaoyu and Damian, so there will be two transparent figures that are extremely conspicuous in the fog.

I'm not joking.

"I'm not joking," said Merrell.

Merrell gave a sharp pause.

That was exactly what he wanted to say, but he hadn't said it yet.

But another voice, the same voice as him, spoke out first.

That voice seemed to predict what Merrell was going to say, but it was said one step ahead of Merrell.

Goosebumps crawled all over Merrell's body in an instant, he felt his body was icy cold, and his back was wet with cold sweat, and fear finally climbed into Merrell's brain at this moment.

Does this mean that this unknown being who has the same voice as him is reading his mind, or even better than his own mind?

Then when this unknown existence completely takes precedence over oneself, does he become a substitute?

Thinking of this, Merrell abruptly withdrew the hand that had landed on the mirror, but there was another hand holding Merrell's hand, preventing Merrell from being able to withdraw that palm from the mirror.

A cold, seemingly temperatureless hand with slender fingers and not many calluses——

Oh my god, Merrell even had time to think about the structure of these hands, no, it should be said that he was not thinking about it, but the feeling that these hands brought to Merrell was as familiar as his own.

This is indeed 'seeing it as one's own', because of this feeling, it is clearly Merrell's own hand.

With a gentle but irresistible force, that hand grasped Merrell's palm that was close to the mirror, and interlocked with Merrell's fingers in a very sweet movement between lovers.

That hand firmly clasped Merrell's hand to the mirror, and the strong suction made Merrell's locked hand unable to move, and he couldn't release his hand from the control of that hand.

Merrell was forced to maintain this sweet and ambiguous posture, like a mouse who went to steal cheese and was caught in a mousetrap.

At this time, Merrell couldn't help but think, why didn't he keep the cow charm for himself just now, if he had the cow charm in his hand now, he would have beaten that hand a long time ago.

However, it feels more and more strange.

That hand seemed to be gradually getting warmer, like a human body temperature, while my own, my own body temperature was dropping.

'It' is absorbing its own popularity.

Realizing this, Merrell turned his head sharply to look in the mirror which he hadn't looked at since he tried to pull his hand away from the clutch.

In the mirror, as Merrell had predicted, it was 'Merrell'.

The same appearance and clothes as Merrell, the voice just now was also made by the 'Merrell' in the mirror, the only difference is that the expression of the 'Merrell' in the mirror is similar Lyle is not the same.

Merrell's own expression, he guessed, was distorted, terrified, or something.

But there will never be someone who has been sucked away from popularity and still maintains a smile of enjoyment and anticipation. Merrell is sure that he is not Shaking M.

Even if it is Shaking M, as a normal Shaking M, it just likes whipping, candles, language training, etc. Does anyone really like the feeling of their own existence and popularity being sucked dry?

What's the difference between this and being bitten by a zombie or a vampire?

Daolon created extremely dangerous mirror magic, and now Merrell has guessed about those people downstairs, those who can talk and think normally are most likely created by Daolon's mirror magic. Humanity'.

And the real humans are the guys below who are like puppets holding potions and muttering words.

Because when Merrell was absorbed by himself in the mirror, he also felt that his body temperature was dropping. With the drop of body temperature, his brain also seemed to slow down.

Thinking of himself as the commander of the shadow corps and the leader of the thirteenth district, AKA the masked man, he will soon enter Alzheimer's disease ahead of time like those people who have been deprived of popularity downstairs.

Merrell couldn't help lamenting the coldness of the world in his heart.

But Merrell's mentality is very good, as can be seen from the fact that he can think of other things at a critical moment.

Merrell moved his fingers calmly, and several strands of black shadows stuck to the ground and quickly merged into the white mist.

Merrell looked up at the 'Merrell' in the mirror, and the 'Merrell' in the mirror was feeling sincerely excited and wanton because he was about to get a new life from the empty and cold mirror world.

He didn't notice Merrell's little movement at all.

And Merrell drooped his eyelids, already looking sluggish after being overabsorbed by his popularity——

Of course, it was Merrell's faking.

Strictly speaking, Merrell, the Lord of the Shadow Corps, is not a complete human being. He still has all the characteristics of a human being, but his soul is no longer human.

His soul has been engraved with the logo of the Shadow Corps during the past seven years, and his popularity is drawn from his soul.

To die of laughter, Merrell doesn't have much popularity at all.

Even if the popularity in his body was completely deprived, the Shadow Corps still took away a lot of his popularity, at worst, let the Shadow Corps give it back to him first.

As for if he loses his mind due to the loss of popularity, he can still live, the big deal is that Batman will fight again.

Can you still expect him to really become like those walking dead downstairs?

The 'Murrel' in the mirror is depriving the real Merrell, who has gradually gained himself.

From the beginning, he could only imitate Merrell's behavior and movements one by one, to the ability to break away from the original Merrell's movements later, and finally to move one step ahead of Merrell's movements.

And the process of being deprived of Merrell can't even resist, he can only let himself be snatched away by the 'Merrell' in the mirror.

"Merrell? Are you still there? What are you doing?" Damian asked in a serious voice, and he was walking this way.

There was a smooth smile on the face of 'Morrell' in the mirror, and he stuck his head and most of his body out of the mirror world just as he was holding Merrell's hand.

'Morrell' rested his chin on Merrell's shoulder, and he turned his face gently to Merrell's ear, speaking in a very low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Hello, Merrell Wayne."

The 'Merrell' in the mirror is still going out, he is holding Merrell's hand, as if it is his medium to the outside world, while he is going into the world outside the mirror, he is also forcefully pulling the Merrell hand to the outside world. Lyle pulled into the world of mirrors.

It was as if only one of them could exist in the outside world, and the other would be the reflection existing in the mirror.

Or a crazy person who fell into the water would not hesitate to step on the rescuer, stepping him into the water and climbing up to the shore by himself.

When the last leg of 'Morrel' in the mirror stepped out of the mirror, most of Merrell's body already existed in the mirror space, leaving only a head and neck left outside.

'Merrell' smiled at Merrell again, and finally said to Merrell, "Goodbye, Merrell Wayne."

Merrell's pupils flickered, and his lips twitched. Being sucked away from him made him weak, and he couldn't even make a sound.

Probably out of curiosity about the other self, the real self, 'Morrell' in the mirror moved to his lips, wanting to hear what Merrell was going to say.

He heard Merrell say in that pale, weak voice that seemed to be overused: "Are you the mirror succubus created by Daolong? You seem to be sucking a little too much. I'm dying."

'Morrell'·Succubus·Not really a succubus·Just Daolaurus is used to copy human-created creatures·Wayne: ...I feel humiliated.

'Merrell' listened to what the real Merrell said with a blank face, and he lowered his head to look at the weak Merrell who seemed to have been drained of energy by the succubus.

Then he pressed Merrell's head firmly and without hesitation, and sent him into the world of mirrors.

Merrell: Le, how can this dummy 'Merrell' get angry so easily.

"What are you doing?" Damian looked at 'Merrell asked'.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious about something I saw in the mirror." Merrell laughed. "Where's Xiaoyu? The three of us had better not go separately, it's very dangerous here."

Damian immediately took two steps back vigilantly, and he snapped, "Hand over Merrell, you impostor."

'Merrell': ...

He didn't expect to be spotted so quickly, he didn't understand, he clearly had the same appearance and clothes as Merrell, and he knew most of Merrell's habits, how could he be spotted by Damian at a glance.

The real Merrell in the mirror: "Pfft."

Hearing the voice, Damian looked into the mirror.

In the mirror, Merrell just folded his arms and watched the big show outside the mirror.

In the mirror world, he will not be affected by lack of popularity and move freely. After all, the original fake Merrell in the mirror can move around in the mirror without popularity.

Merrell is now in the same state as 'Merrell' in the mirror.

Damian looked at the Merrell in the mirror and the fake Merrell outside the mirror, and understood something in an instant. It must be Merrell who did something to make the "self" in the mirror come out. I was locked in.

Who told Merrell to act first by himself, clearly said that this place is dangerous, and Merrell rushed in like a stunned young man.

"Merrell, you are truly a talent." Damian boasted with an angry smile.

Merrell shrugged, dismissing Damian's words.

"I am, because the way to break the game is in the mirror. Don't you think about it? The place where the magic of the potion converges, the mirror, a lot of mirrors, and the invisible knife dragon."

"Is it possible that Daolon made all these mirrors to duplicate another person? There is still room in the mirror." Merrell said.

In fact, he had guessed as early as he came here, but he didn't see Daolong.