Bluebell couldn't help but frown when he saw Alpha staring at Rena.

"What do you mean?"

"Miss Rena has spiritual strength that ordinary people can't match." Alpha replied.

Wren and Rena also heard the conversation between Bluebell and Alpha, and Wren's face changed color slightly.

"Will it be dangerous?" Wren Road.

"Of course there is a certain degree of danger. If you want to counter the Mirror Demons, you must go deep into their spiritual world. Sometimes, the process is irreversible, and once you can't extricate yourself, you become a part of them and strengthen them. "Alpha Road.

"You mean to say that the fat men may have become part of the Mirror Demon?" Wren's expression became anxious.

"It's different, they're just food, and they can't be included in the group of mirror demons."

"Tell me what to do?" Rena said with a solemn expression, obviously ready.

"It's simple, enter the river and open your heart to accept those mirror demons." Alpha stalled his hand.

"Can we help?" Wren asked hurriedly.

"Theoretically, yes, but if you want to help, it's an extra opportunity, but it's also an extra danger." Alpha added.

"Time is running out, let's go." Rena led the way towards the river, followed by Wren.

When Bluebell was about to follow, Alpha suddenly whispered:

"Master, there is one thing I must warn you of. Once you enter the spirit world of the mirror demon, you may see all kinds of vague visions, but you must not get lost in them, otherwise you will not be able to come back. Remember your reference, the bell on your wrist, that's who you really are. ”

By this time, night had fallen, and the cold wind was blowing from all directions, and the river was almost frozen.

The three of them entered the river, held hands in a circle, looked at each other, and plunged headlong into the icy water. It didn't take long for Bluebell to feel darkness in front of him, endless cold coming from all around him, and consciousness becoming more and more blurred.

Alpha did not linger on the banks of the river, but returned to the chariot. It stared at the electronic screen in the control room, lost in thought. It didn't take long for it to turn on a recording device.

"The 32nd record of Silver Servant 9 shows that the test subject has entered the semi-mature stage, and if it can pass this test, it will enter the next new stage. Wish...... Will not disappoint your expectations. ”

At this point, a blurry avatar appears on the electronic screen, staring motionless at Alpha.

When Bluebell opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vast snowfield, and looking at everything in front of him, he felt very familiar. When have you ever come to this strange land? However, even he racked his brains, but he couldn't find any relevant memories.

Growing up in the desert, he would never have seen anything like snow. The cold wind kept blowing, and the snowflakes in the air were like sandstorms in the desert, slicing through the bluebell's cheeks like knives.

Wren and Rena were nowhere to be found.

"Wren...... Rena! ”

Bluebell kept rubbing his almost frozen hands together and shouted loudly, but received no response.

The wind and snow gradually subsided, and there was a thick layer of snow under your feet. In the distance, a dead forest catches the attention of Bluebell.

After more than an hour of arduous trekking, Bluebell entered the dead forest. The dead trees in the woods, though stout, do not see any life. It's like it's been dead for years, leaving only a frozen corpse.

Looking around, Bluebell suddenly spotted some stray footprints among the dead trees. According to rough estimates, the number of people who left footprints was twenty or thirty. But who are they? Why does it appear in the spiritual world of this mirror demon?

Following these footprints, Bluebell found something unsettling. It was more than twenty charred corpses, in strange poses, like twisted tree trunks, merging with the entire dead forest.

Bluebell examines the bodies and discovers that they are all hairless.

Between these charred corpses, Bluebell also found a long knife. I don't know what kind of metal it's made of, it's harder and sharper than my own long knife. The most peculiar thing is that this knife can be retracted and folded, which is very easy to carry.

As Bluebell gripped the hilt firmly, some mottled memories popped up in his mind. He saw the tall buildings he had never seen before, the crowds of people who were as busy as ant colonies, and the sunset that disappeared into the sky. At the same time, an inexplicable emotion welled up in Bluebell's chest, a deep anger, like having been robbed of something beloved, never to be found.

Bluebell shook his head abruptly, pulling himself out of this inexplicable emotion. Follow the footprints of those charred corpses in the other direction.

Following these footprints, the blue bell weaves its way through the dead woods until it finally comes to a village with smoke in the air. When he first saw the village, the strange sense of déjà vu resurfaced, and everything in the village appeared in vague memories.

What the hell is going on? Where is this? Why does it feel so familiar? Bluebell's heart was filled with confusion, and at the same time, there was a trace of pain that was not easy to detect.

But at this moment, a toddler of six or seven years old walked out of the village and walked in the direction of the blue bell.

The toddler was wrapped in a thick cotton coat, revealing only a small red face and clear eyes. He stared at the blue bell curiously, and after a while, he smiled slightly:

"This knife doesn't belong to you, and you shouldn't be here."

"Where is this?" Bluebell asked in surprise as he felt a warm strength from the toddler.

"This is a place of pure refuge, but it has no reason for you, and you have another place to go." The words of the young boy did not sound at all like what should be said at this age.

"Where can I go, then?" Bluebell asked again.

"Has anyone seen my child?" A mother came out of the hut and shouted around.

"What's wrong, Yangjin?" At this moment, a stout woman walked over.

"Ram, my child is gone." The mother said anxiously.

"There!"

Suddenly, a villager spotted a bluebell and a toddler on the edge of the village. Seeing this, the stout woman drew her long knife and rushed towards the blue bell with a fierce momentum.

"Ram, don't be impulsive." The mother followed.

The toddler saw this and sighed.

"Give me the knife, you don't have time."

Although Blue Bell didn't know why, he handed the long knife to the young boy as he said. But he saw the young boy throw the long knife into the air, but he never saw it fall again.

The toddler smiled in satisfaction, then tapped his index finger on Bluebell's forehead. Bluebell felt a little cold, and her body gradually floated, as if she had lost her gravity.

"I don't know if it makes sense, but I still hope you make it to the end."

However, this sentence did not reach the ears of Bluebell. I saw his body flying with the wind, like that long knife, floating into the gloomy and unknown sky. At the same time, his consciousness was empty, and his thoughts stopped for a while, as if he had entered a static time and space.