How do people in the mirror look so much like themselves?

The more Wu Butong looked at it, the more incredible he felt, the picture in the mirror was like a dream, and he felt as if he was going back to that era.

He hadn't eaten for many days, he was dazzled, his limbs were weak, and the "Death Moonlight Mirror" in his hand fell between his legs.

Wu Butong's face was pale, like a patient who was about to die, and his appearance was extremely terrifying; He wanted to bend down to pick up the mirror, but he was so hungry that he didn't have the strength at all, and he accidentally fell to the ground.

"Dad...... Mom......" Wu Butong looked at the dark night with desperate eyes, and thought with a dying breath, "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you, the afterlife...... I'll report ...... next life."

Wu Butong hadn't finished thinking about it, when an old voice came from his left, "The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, and starve their bodies and skin." ”

Although Wu Butong's language is poor, he can also understand the meaning of this sentence.

Hearing the sound of speaking, Wu Butong seemed to see the dawn in the darkness, he struggled to get up from the ground with all his strength, staggered, and looked in the direction where the sound came, only to see an old man in a white satin robe standing on a big stone on the riverbank.

The old man had a pair of bright eyes, a kind face, and white hair, like a Taoist immortal descending to the mortal world.

"Save, save...... Help me! Wu Butong raised his weak right hand to the old man, and pleaded for help in a weak voice, "Please, please save me......"

The old man did not stretch out his hand of great mercy in time, but glanced at the "Death Moonlight Mirror" on Wu Butong's heel, and then said, "The two of us make a deal, are you willing?" ”

At this moment, Wu Butong just wanted to fill his stomach, where was he still in the mood to do any trade, he was desperate again.

The old man looked at Wu Butong's dark and busy eyes, knowing what he was thinking and what he needed at this moment.

Forget it!

He's pathetic enough!

The old man took out a mirror that was only the size of a fist from his arms, and said to Wu Butong head-on: "I will use this mirror of mine to exchange for your mirror, are you willing?" ”

It's funny, it's hilarious, it's so hilarious!

I'm dying! I'm not unfamiliar with what you want that mirror to do.

But don't you want to take away my "Death Moonlight Mirror", which is my only property.

Wu Butong looked at the old man's face, smiled bitterly, and then said to the old man with a hateful face: "I, I Wu Butong thought you were some kind of worldly master, I didn't expect, I didn't expect you to come to my mirror, don't even think about it, even if I, I die today, you can't get it." ”

The old man still looked amiable, and at this time, a light wind hit from the sea, and I saw the old man floating in front of Wu Butong.

"Child, your calamity is over! Heaven has given you the arrangement, and you will go to another world. The old man handed the mirror in his hand to Wu Butong and continued, "This 'return mirror' can take you to another world, remember, this mirror can only be used five times, five times ......"

Wu Butong took the "Reflection Mirror" and stared at the mirror without blinking, and when he came back to his senses, the old man no longer knew where he was going, and the "Death Moonlight Mirror" on the ground did not know where he went.

He searched for a long time on the bank of the river, but still did not find the mirror, and his heart was extremely sad.

Wu Butong was so angry that he wanted to smash the mirror in his hand on the ground, but as soon as he raised the mirror, he vaguely felt a warm current in his body slowly flowing from the dantian to the major meridians.

What's going on?

Wu Butong only felt that the entire nerve veins were expanding, and the warm current in his body was becoming more and more violent, quickly flowing towards all meridians.

It's really weird!

The moon in the sky slowly became rounded, and the echo mirror in Wu Butong's hand began to burn under the rounding of the moon.

In less than three minutes, Wu Butong only felt dazzled, as if something was holding up his body.

Suddenly, a red light shot down from the sky on the full moon, and the mirror in Wu Butong's hand was full of fire.

With a sound of "Ah......", Wu Butong suddenly flashed like a leaf, flashing towards the full moon in the sky with the firelight......

Wu Butong passed through the Qing Dynasty in the reverse flow of time, came to the Ming Dynasty, jumped over the Tang Dynasty, and fell into a bamboo forest.

"Ahh Wu Butong propped his left hand on the ground, rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, and slowly got up from the ground with a painful expression.

He looked around, the bamboo forest was foggy, he didn't know anything, there was no road, it was deserted.

"What the hell is this place? How did I end up here? Wu Butong thought with some fear in his heart.

He walked forward a dozen steps, but still there was no figure in sight, and there was no road, Wu Butong became even more frightened in his heart, and he began to shout: "Is there anyone?" Is there anyone here......"

After shouting for a long time, there was no reply, and he was a little nervous and began to trot.

After running for a long time, he finally ran out of the bamboo forest, and he came to a small stream; Wu Butong put the mirror in his hand in his trouser pocket, and bent down to drink water with his hand.

I had just taken two sips when I heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the left.

"Drive, drive, drive!"

"Drive, drive......"

Wu Butong immediately raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came, only to see more than a dozen people dressed in black, carrying horses across the creek quickly, and in the end, all that was left was dust.

"What are these people going to do in a hurry?" Wu Butong frowned and thought, "How else do you wear ancient clothes?" ”

Although he traveled to ancient times, Wu Butong hadn't reacted yet, and he thought it was still in modern times.

"There are ......" Wu Butong was about to scold those guys, and suddenly, he remembered what the old man said on the desert island.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Wu Butong was scared, he had a nervous expression, sweating profusely, "This is fake, it must be fake, fake ......"

Wu Butong took out the back and forth mirror from his trouser pocket in a panic, he looked at the mirror with a frightened face, and said in a trembling voice: "This is a lie, it must be a lie, say, is it a lie?" ”

"Young man, it's getting dark, hurry home!"

At this time, an old woman's voice came from behind Wu Butong.

He immediately turned to look in the direction where the voice came, and saw an old woman about sixty years old standing five meters away, wearing a long robe and linen clothes, and carrying a basket in her right hand.

Wu Butong quickly came to the old woman, and asked with a look of anxiety and fear, "Grandma, may I ask what kind of place is this?" ”