The name of A Central Hospital is also called Xikou Hospital, located in the city of A where the traffic is better and extends in all directions, every day there will be countless patients who have stepped on the iron shoes to seek medical treatment, patients come in and out of the crowd, from morning to night, there are people who come in an endless stream to enter the door, until the night will stop a little.

In the evening of that day, a couple stumbled through the hospital door with their daughter, who was about five or six years old, covered in blood and unsure of what kind of injuries had been suffered. The girl was wearing a pink floral dress with a pure white background, and her bare arms and legs were mottled with blood, and along the way, even the floor of the hospital hall was covered with blood-red spots - all of which were dripping from the little girl's body.

The girl's parents were obviously anxious, their faces were full of panic, and they rushed directly to the hospital counter with their daughter in their arms, they were at a loss, they opened their mouths and were speechless for a long time, but the head nurse at the front desk was very witty, stood up and went to call the emergency, and then a bunch of nurses rushed out and carried the girl on a stretcher and took it away.

He Qianjue sat in the mirror and watched this scene.

At the entrance of the lobby of Xikou Hospital, there is a large mirror next to it, which should be regarded as a grooming mirror strictly speaking, placed in the aisle, for passers-by to sort out their appearance.

The mirror is about 1.75 meters high, more than two meters long, retro shape, the frame is carved from red wooden material, there are complex animal-shaped patterns on it, the mirror surface is smooth and the reflection is clear, clearly reflecting the pedestrians, patients or nurses and doctors coming and going in the lobby of Xikou Hospital, which may also be mixed with one or two lonely ghosts.

He Qianjue is in this mirror.

Do not doubt that he is indeed "inside" in the mirror.

He Qianjue himself didn't know why he was in the mirror, but when he woke up about half a month ago, he was already here.

When He Qianjue woke up, apart from his name, he couldn't remember who it was, where he came from, and where he was going.

He didn't remember anything, his mind was blank, white as untouched paper.

But he was calm at the time, not hysterical or panicked, and the loss of memory did not give him much of a sense of crisis at all.

He vaguely realized what he seemed to be waiting for, but this time it would be a long time, perhaps many, many hours of his life.

Therefore, he decided to observe himself first.

If he doesn't remember who he is and wants to get answers, the clothes he wears will always give him some clues.

He Qianjue then lowered his head and looked at his body, he had waist-length black hair, wearing a dark robe, wide cuffs, a crossed collar on the right side, a belt and skirt curved, black loose bottoms and black boots.

This outfit seemed to him to be nothing wrong, but when he looked up and looked out in the mirror, he would see that the mortals outside were dressed in two worlds from him.

The mortals outside were dressed in short clothes and trousers, with different colors and styles.

Especially some women, heavy makeup, gorgeous makeup, they even wear skirts that are not more than the knee, their arms and long legs are exposed, and the shoes they wear are very high, raising the whole person high, and the clothes on their bodies are wrapped very tightly, showing off their exquisite figures, which will be reprimanded for being immoral in the old days.

This kind of bold and exposed, sexy and chic style, He Qianjue was a little uncomfortable when he saw it at first sight, but after watching it for a long time, he felt that it was not bad.

After all, those mortals, both men and women, are accustomed to this kind of dress, and no one is surprised or unnatural, then this is probably the style of this era, and He Qianjue has nothing to object to the style.

After carefully observing his clothes, He Qianjue reached out and groped for his pocket, wanting to see if there was anything in his pocket. He fumbled for a long time, and really found something in his pocket—a dagger, a leather scabbard, with a rough handle, neatly arranged stripes, and a grooved blade, which looked featureless.

He Qianjue didn't know the origin of this dagger, but when he held the dagger in the palm of his hand, he couldn't help but stand up, and naturally, instinctively began to play with this blade, so that the dagger flew between his fingers, flipped several times, threw it up and then held it accurately.

He gripped the knife and pointed it quickly in front of him, striking a pose that seemed to be provoking some kind of enemy.

The whole set of postures is like a cloud of water, which is so neat that He Qianjue himself is a little surprised.

It seems that I must have been a good knife maker before. He Qianjue said secretly in his heart, played with the blade in his hand for a while, and finally withdrew the dagger, put it back in the scabbard, and put it back into his pocket. He had roughly checked what he was on and there was nothing but the dagger, so he decided to take a look at his surroundings.

He was indeed in a mirror, and he thought he was most likely sealed in.

Although he has no memory, He Qianjue believes that he is by no means human.

He remembered that there was an ancient sealing technique in the cultivation realm, which seemed to be created by the ancient ancestor of the Chaos Kun, which was specially used to seal evil things such as demons and monsters, and this sealing technique could strip the flesh and soul of the demon, and seal the soul into a certain item, and refine this object with true fire and demon blood, so that the soul of the demon could be tamed, making this object become a variety of different "magic weapons" in the hands of the cultivator.

The more powerful the sealed demon is, the more powerful the "magic weapon" will be, and it can use all kinds of tricks against the sky, which is an indispensable weapon for killing people and traveling all over the world.

In order to refine their magic weapons, a large number of cultivators walked out of their respective sects, wreaking havoc on all kinds of demons and monsters, strange people and beasts, that period was quite tragic, the selfish behavior of the cultivators caused the anger of the demon world, after that, the demon world also together with the demon world, the coalition army launched an attack on the Xiuzhen world, this is a war that lasted for hundreds or even thousands of years, making all parties in the three worlds of people, demons and demons are devastated and scarred.

But that was a long time ago.

He Qianjue felt a little strange, he actually remembered what happened so long ago, and he remembered it very clearly, but he only forgot a word about himself, except for the three words He Qianjue, he couldn't even remember what he looked like.

So he had to go in front of the mirror, where he could see the hospital outside, and he could vaguely see his own face reflected in the mirror.

The eyebrows are delicate, the posture is wonderful, the eyes are bright and the teeth are bright, and the lips are red like blood. He Qianjue's appearance made him feel a little strange, this face was too handsome, less manly and resolute outline, but more feminine.

Especially when He Qianjue stood in a dark corner, shrouded in darkness, that face looked like an evil feeling.

He does look like a demon.

He Qianjue was sure of this in his heart, he could vaguely guess his identity, because he didn't have much fear or discomfort about the identity of the demon, he accepted it lightly, and then began to wander around in this mirror.

The mirror space in this grooming mirror is actually a reflection of the hospital hall outside the mirror, and what is in the hospital hall outside is what is in this mirror.

Outside, there are rows of benches and sofas in the hospital lobby for patients and pedestrians to take a break. So, the space inside the mirror will also have this.

It was the first time He Qianjue had seen such a thing as a sofa, and he couldn't help but be curious, and after sitting on it, he found that the chair was so soft that the whole person could sink into it when he sat upright, just like the chaise longue covered with thick plush animal skins that he liked the most before.

Did I really have such a recliner before?

He Qianjue thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember more details, he knew that he might have had such a chair a long time ago, covered with soft and thick animal skin, and the fluffy touch was lovely, he used to lie on the chair comfortably stretched or rolled over with only a single coat, and next to him was a plate of lychees that the man had prepared for him to peel the shell.

The memories gave He Qianjue a little headache, as if his skull was covered with a diamond circle, and then someone gave him a mantra endlessly.

This kind of pain made He Qianjue dying, and it took him a long time to come to his senses, get up from the sofa, and start to walk around the other places in this mirror space.

The shape in the mirror space is exactly the same as the hospital hall outside, so there is also a hospital gate in the mirror, the hospital gate is a glass sliding door, outside the door is not a sunny world of birds and flowers, but a boundless darkness, when He Qianjue stands in the mirror space, he can see the darkness outside through this glass door, it is an abyss with no light at all, so dark that it seems to be able to swallow people.

Seeing that terrible darkness, He Qian couldn't help but tremble when he watched it, and he suddenly realized that there must be nothing in that dark area, no light, no living things, and no matter, if he accidentally broke in, he might never be able to come back.

So He Qianjue didn't try to open the glass sliding door, he went somewhere else, and observed the lobby furnishings and decoration of Xikou Hospital one by one in the mirror space. Because it is a space reflected by mirrors, everything here is "opposite" to the hospital lobby outside.

There are murals on the walls that show the hospital's propaganda, such as that the doctor is an expert in treating the disease of the hospital, and how many honors and awards the doctor has received in the past few years.

He Qianjue knows a little about these things, the font in the mirror space is "anti", and the font in modern society has also been simplified a lot, which makes living fossils like He Qianjue look in the clouds.

However, even if he guessed, He Qianjue had a rough idea of what kind of place this was, which was about the medical hall where doctors gathered in the old days, a place for diagnosis and treatment, and a gathering place for the souls of the dead.

There is nothing to visit in the mirror space, because this mirror space only reflects the scene of the Xikou Hospital hall outside, and there are tables, chairs, sofas, and counters in the hospital hall, so there will be them in the mirror. But if it was outside the hospital hall, when He Qianjue opened those doors or walked into the corridor outside the hall, all he could see was a chaotic darkness, exuding a terrifying aura, as if it could suck people in.

He Qianjue didn't dare to face the darkness, he hurriedly closed these doors, returned to the mirror, and continued to observe the outside world through the mirror.