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It's just a reddish spot, and it looks like the cinnabar that is often dotted on a woman's forehead.

After discovering it this morning, Su Changge thought that it was accidentally stained elsewhere, and scrubbed it vigorously a few times, but finally found that it was in vain.

An insignificant red dot, like a small mole born with it, is seared in the palm of the hand, shockingly red.

When I woke up, Emperor Xi's monk Hua was gone.

Memories of yesterday are messy and broken, with the after-effects of drunkenness.

But remembering that I didn't go to see the long night on the top of the snow last night, I felt regretful.

I haven't seen it for a few days, and I can't enter the door yesterday, as if I miss a little more, and I can't wait for a moment at the moment, and I go straight to the top of the snow.

I thought I could see the familiar figure at a glance, but I never thought that I searched the entire snow top, and there was no trace of that person. Even the steaming hot spring pools were watched back and forth by me two or three times.

The familiar figure, but I didn't see it in half of my eyes.

Out?

I looked at the empty snow peaks in front of me and reached out to catch the falling snowflakes.

There was a chill in the palms of my hands, which was the water that had melted after the snowflakes had melted.

A slight chill came over me, and I withdrew my hand, gathered my cloak, and pushed open the door to the igloo.

Squeak-

Everything familiar is in front of you.

I sat down at my desk bored, and flipped through the books I had read all night long, all of which were dry scriptures.

Putting down the book, I propped my head and stared straight out the ice window at the wind and snow.

Where will he go?

waited until the twilight, and the figure of the long night had not yet appeared.

Some immortals like to travel, and it is common for them not to return home for a hundred years or thousands of years.

But that doesn't include the long night.

In the long night, he had a stable heart, and he only read books and practiced swords every day, and occasionally went out for a walk, and he also had a premonition that something was going wrong, and he went to deal with the disaster and practice. It's like a long-sealed sword, which has to be unsheathed from time to time to maintain a sharp sword qi that has not been broken for a long time.

Thinking of this, I guessed that Changye might have gone out to sharpen his sword, and at the moment, without thinking too much, he returned to the Yan Palace, ready to wait for him to come back.

According to what I have seen, I have never been out for more than ten days. After walking out of the Western Wilderness, the snow peak on the void is the foothold where he has been living in a simple place.

Ten days, in my anxious waiting, finally came to the end of the long one.

However, on the tenth day, I waited for a whole day and a night, and I did not see the figure returning from the long night walking on the wind and snow.

I continued to wait.

On the eleventh day, the long night still did not appear.

I felt uneasy.

The strength of Long Night is undoubted, and going out to sharpen a sword is like a simple hunting game. What could change the habit he had been making for a long time?

In my mind, the turmoil in the fairy world more than four hundred years ago suddenly appeared. Don't......

I returned to the Yan Hall in a restless state, stole Feng Jiu's soul chasing mirror, silently recited the name of the long night in my heart, and pinched the complicated magic tricks.

The quaint bronze mirror suddenly flourished, and the back of a young man in black appeared on the smooth and waveless mirror.

I saw that the young man was holding a wooden sword and stabbing at a stump that was erected, sweat dripping down his sideburns, but the young man in black had no intention of stopping.

I flipped through the mirror and looked at the bird on the back, with red gems embedded in the stream.

This is the Soul Chasing Mirror, yes!

I turned the mirror over again, and it was still the black-clad boy who was chopping.

Could it be that the trick is wrong?

I silently recited the name of the long night in my heart, and pinched the trick again.

The mirror lit up again, and layers of floating clouds dispersed.

The scene in front of me changed.

A group of average-year-old children are facing off in pairs, each holding a dagger with a glittering cold light in their hands.

I looked over and didn't see the familiar figure, but I saw again the black-clothed young man who practiced stabbing before, and he was also holding a dagger and confronting people.

It's really strange, why doesn't the soul chasing mirror work this time?

The Soul Chasing Mirror is a magic weapon practiced by Long Night in the Great War, which is used to imprison the demon soul of the demon clan, so it is called Soul Chasing. After the end of the war, this lethal magic weapon was put aside by Feng Jiu and used as an ordinary bronze mirror.

Occasionally, he was reluctant to go to the court meeting, so he used this mirror to listen to the recitals of the ministers from afar.

I saw it once, and I thought it was very funny, so he taught me. After I studied, because of the lack of spiritual power, I could only see a general image, but I couldn't transmit sound through the air, and I couldn't hear the sound, so after seeing the traces of prosperity a few times, I was no longer interested.

Today, I suddenly remembered it, but I didn't think about it, but the trick didn't work.

Could it be that I haven't used it for a long time, and I pinched it wrong?

At that moment, he hurriedly went to find Feng Jiu.

As soon as Feng Jiu heard me, he made a few casual movements at the moment, and the bronze mirror turned into a half-human-high mirror and stood up.

The clouds dispersed, and the picture was seen again.

A blood-red patch.

There was the sound of messy footsteps and a rush of breathing.

A pair of blood-stained feet appear in the frame.

Forward, forward, stumbling a little, but still unwavering forward.

The wheezing sound became clearer and clearer.

The person in the picture seems to be tired, and bends down, and a hunched leg appears in the middle of the painting, and a bright red hand is propped up on the crook of the leg.

My heart that had been tight relaxed a little.

That is, the hand that belongs to a child.

I looked at Feng Jiu, but Feng Jiu stared at the picture with interest.

"Brother......

I finally couldn't help but open my mouth, and was stopped by Feng Jiu waving his hand.

"The Soul Chasing Mirror never makes a mistake. ”

He knew my doubts and said firmly.

I had no choice but to hold back my anxiety and continue to look down.

But until the time of a stick of incense is over, no other picture appears on the entire mirror.

It was the child who was running all the time, running non-stop, desperately, as if something terrible was chasing him behind him.

The sky is always blood-red, and the road under your feet seems to never see the end.

The mirror surface returned to its original unpretentious appearance, and I cast a puzzled gaze on Feng Jiu.

"It's a dream. ”

Feng Jiu said briefly.

Dream?

I was even more puzzled when I heard this.

Aren't you looking for the traces of the long night, how can you see the dream? Or is this dream belonging to the long night?

I looked up, and I met Feng Jiu's eyes, and I knew that my guess was right.

When the Soul Mirror is used, it is connected to the caster's mind.

Just like when I saw the black-clothed young man practicing his sword, his feelings were clearly transmitted to me.

In order to avoid the dream, after a tea time, Feng Jiu cast the spell again, and this time, I screamed in surprise.

"It's impossible to ......."

"What?" Feng Jiu asked.

I recounted the scene I had seen with the Soul Mirror.

Feng Jiu frowned, and after being silent for a long time, he retorted to me: "No, there is still a possibility. ”

"What is possible?" asked Feng Jiu, puzzled.

"Descend—"