Lan Mu, a golden retriever mouse, hid in a garden with a brush and a bronze mirror in his mouth, eating the abundant fruit while studying the two containments.

Three days passed, and their characteristics were basically figured out.

"They should all be containment objects with hidden dangers!"

The first is the bronze mirror, which has a very simple function, has the ability to read minds, and can open the perspective of God and monitor all human beings within a radius of 100 kilometers.

There are only human beings, and any other non-human beings will not be displayed on it, including Lan Mu, whose human soul is the body of a mouse.

This characteristic is nothing, the monitoring ability and Lan Mu's spiritual power scanning coincide, but the scope is larger.

But being able to show what the target is doing at the moment is something that Lan Mu can't do.

"It's a pity, it's still a bit of a chicken rib. It actually appeared in the form of an app, and the names had to be found one by one, which was too troublesome. ”

Lan Mu didn't find a search function, the only thing that was more convenient was that it could show people nearby.

And Lan Mu sensed that the bronze mirror body was a containment object, and it had some kind of side effect.

It seems to cause some kind of damage to brain cells, and if you use it too much, it is likely to lead to a catastrophe......

"All the names that appear in the bronze mirror will become more and more dull and clumsy as the number of times they are viewed, and eventually they may become idiots."

Lan Mu used his mental power to scan the monitored person, and crystal particles will appear in the brain cells, and if there are more such particles, it will definitely cause damage to the human brain.

"It's no wonder that shelters can't be abused, and they have suffered this loss, and they have misused containment, leading to the flu that killed 70 million people."

"If someone uses this containment object in the metropolis for a long time, I'm afraid it will cause millions of people to become idiots on a large scale, right?"

Lan Mu imagined for a moment, and everyone in Los Angeles became idiots, that sour ......

"I'll take care of this thing.

"Magic pen! Stop them! ”

Lan Mu's spiritual power sensed that the group of Shambhala people did not react, and shouted a few more times, even changed to English, and tried several ways to give orders, but in the end it was still useless.

"How so? Can't you really control these people? ”

The gargoyle magic pen can control zhì. It's strange that these humans born from corpses can't control it.

"There is no soul. At least not a natural person, right? But the magic pen can't control zhì, are they human beings or puppets? ”

Lan Mu was puzzled. When he found a garment to wear in the palace, he ran out of the palace and found a Shambhala.

He directly transformed into a nine-tailed fox and used charm on it.

The man froze, clearly immersed in the charm, but not too obsessed.

"Can charm...... It turns out that the target of charm is not the soul, as long as there is a thought? ”

"But what is the difference between the mind and the heart? Am I the soul or the mind? How many 'I's' do people have? ”

After thinking about it for a while, Lan Mu hurriedly stopped, this question was temporarily held back, and he quickly ran in the direction of Fang Moqi and the others.

At this moment, Fang Moqi and the others were in the snow-capped mountain area on the edge of Shambhala, and most of the people in the town had also run there.

It was obvious that Fang Moqi and his party were planning to leave Shambhala.

If he leaves, Lan Mu will definitely leave, he killed the Dharma King, and now he doesn't know how to leave Shambhala.

But when he reached the vicinity of the snow-capped mountain full of hope and reached over with his spiritual power, he heard a piece of news that made him regret it.

"There is no exit from Shambhala, and no one has left Shambhala for at least more than a hundred years," said Mr. Charlie. ”

"How so? So why is there a legend of Shambhala out there? Reilly and Fang Moqi exclaimed.

Mr. Charlie said: "That's a very old legend, dating back a long, long time. Anyway, I've been in Shambhala for eighty years, and I've been looking for an exit for so many years, didn't we search the palace two days ago? That's the only place I haven't been. No matter who I ask, no matter how I find ...... Shambhala is not exported at all! It's a separate and closed world. ”

Fang Moqi and Reilly and others were pale, and Charlie and other explorers of the older generation were very bland.

Those old people have been in Shambhala for many years, and they have long since given up on returning home, and now that His Holiness is dead, they would rather retire in this beautiful wonderland, after all, this was once their dream home, which in itself was what they hoped for.

But the young people of Reilly find it difficult to accept that their beautiful illusions about Shambhala have been shattered, that this is not paradise at all, but just a sweetheart poison that consumes people's will.

Want to stay in Shambhala forever? For some people out there, it's the ultimate dream of a lifetime! Everybody wants to come in!

However, it was a nightmare blow for those of them who entered it, and they wanted to get out!

Lan Mu in the distance heard this and was annoyed!

"Shambhala has no exit?"

"I don't believe it!"

"Even if there is really no exit, even if I become a towering beast, I will shatter this place and return to Earth!"

Lan Mu sank into his mind, ready to choose the color of his next transformation in the life ball. (To be continued.) )