"This immortal, dare to ask if you know who the person in the mirror in the main hall of the Immortal Palace is?"

"This fellow Daoist looked very angry, he should have just ascended, since the catastrophe a hundred years ago, no one dared to enter the main hall, so we have never seen the person in the mirror you mentioned."

Yang Yang wandered in the immortal world, asking one immortal after another, but he didn't get a single useful message, only knowing that the mirror in the palace was a forbidden artifact, and no one dared to touch it. And no one has ever seen the so-called man in the mirror.

Under the fairy world, layers of thick black clouds suddenly appeared in the ethereal clouds. When the immortals noticed the abnormality, they gathered together and talked about it.

Yang Yang also discovered the black cloud, came to the immortals, and wondered: "The immortals, what is this black cloud?" ”

An old immortal said: "This is the Netherworld Ghost Fire, although the name sounds like a ghost domain thing, in fact, it was born in the demon world, this thing is strange and extraordinary, although it can't fight against the immortals in the fairy world, but it can hurt the mortal world, and the immortals can't help it." ”

Ghost Domain, Demon Realm, Netherworld Ghost Fire.

These three nouns have never appeared in "Tsing Yi Eternal", and there are only words like underworld and demon in this book.

Just when Yang Yang was puzzled, the lucky card vibrated even more violently, he took out the lucky card, and found that it indicated that a new virus had invaded.

Seeing the hint on the lucky card, Yang Yang was drenched in a cold sweat, and it was not until this moment that he realized that it was not the virus used by the editor-in-chief to contact him that invaded the world of his novel, but that other super writers were secretly making trouble!

Viruses are things that specialize in destroying the system, and for the world of fiction, viruses are like catastrophes, which are irresistible disasters for the characters in the world of novels, and will lead to the complete destruction of the world of novels!

Yang Yang was in an urgent mood, his mind was longing, and his body instantly appeared in the mortal world. I found that the world at this time was already pitch black, and I couldn't see the sun, it was really dark, as if a catastrophe was coming.

Yang Yang was at a loss at this time, the only thing he could do was to find the person in the mirror as soon as possible, he thought hard, but there was no way.

Just when Yang Yang was almost desperate, a soft light suddenly bloomed in the sky.

It was a group of beautiful and holy girls, a faint soft light shrouded their bodies, long silky blonde hair dragged down to their ankles, they all looked almost the same, and they were all dressed in pure white skirts, under which were a pair of crystal clear feet, exposed to the air.

They were chanting softly, and a pair of huge white wings stretched out from their backs at the same time, which were the symbol of holy angels.

Looking at this group of angels who suddenly appeared, the people in the mortal world regarded them as goddesses, only Yang Yang couldn't cry or laugh, at this moment, his novel world has been completely integrated with the novel world of the man in the mirror.

Suddenly there was a cry like a ghost crying in the black clouds, and dark sparks fell. Fortunately, this group of angels seemed to be the natural nemesis of the Nether Ghost Fire, they sang a heavenly song, a faint soft light slowly spread from their side, when their singing was finished, the soft light suddenly erupted, like a dazzling scorching sun, directly shining into the clouds, instantly swallowing the black clouds that covered the sky.

When the black clouds disappeared, the angels smiled holy, and the people also knelt on the ground and worshiped the angels.

Yang Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, and the temporary crisis was resolved.

He flew up to the sky, looked at the group of angels, smiled and said, "Beautiful angels, I thank you on behalf of the people of this world. ”

The angels winked at him very regularly, and suddenly a shorter angel suddenly screamed and shouted, "Sisters, today's work is done, and I have finished my work and gone home to see the child breastfeeding and eating!" ”

After saying that, the angels scattered and disappeared into the sky.

Yang Yang scratched his head, speechless.

"What the hell is this, guy in the mirror, what you write is a nonsensical spoof?" Yang Yang let out a silent cry in his heart, eager to find this nonsensical author immediately.

The crisis in the world has been eliminated, but Yang Yang doesn't know when those invisible and intangible viruses will attack again, he can't stop, he must search all corners of the novel world, and find the author in the mirror as soon as possible.

Yang Yang continued to think, there is no abnormality in the world, and it is still the cultivation realm he described, and the only one who can find a breakthrough is the immortal realm.

So, he returned to the fairy realm again, and found that the group of immortals had also dispersed, as if nothing had happened, and continued to wander around aimlessly.

Looking at these lazy immortals, Yang Yang couldn't help but complain: "What's the use of your group of immortals, it's not as good as the group of nonsensical angels who appeared just now!" ”

"Angel!"

Yang Yang suddenly shouted, patted his head, and muttered to himself with a look of chagrin: "Damn, such a good opportunity was wasted like this, and I forgot to ask those angels about the people in the mirror just now!" ”

Just when Yang Yang was standing there shouting and shouting like a nervous person, a woman in a white dress floated in front of him like the wind.

Yang Yang turned to look at her, and she floated back like the wind again.

With tears in her eyes, the woman stretched out her hands to Yang Yang, but retracted her arms again, making a look of wanting to say something, making Yang Yang, who was suffering from advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder, anxious.

"Beauty, did you recognize the wrong person?" Yang Yang looked at this beautiful woman with a puzzled expression.

The woman moved her lips lightly, with a look of infatuation, with a poignant tone, and said in a trembling voice: "With a flick of her fingers, a thousand years have passed. On that day thousands of years ago, you caressed the jade flute and the window. The graceful sound of the flute blew away the peach blossoms, blew the south bank of the river, and touched the heart of a young girl. ”

Yang Yang scratched his head: "I'm sorry beauty, you really recognize the wrong person..."

The woman didn't seem to hear what Yang Yang said, and continued to say to herself: "Hongchen is fateful, and the flute is a companion. I will see the breeze dancing and the bright moon with you, and the dreams will fall among the flowers. The affection around the fingers, the love of a lifetime, in the pipa and the song, deduced one after another years of nostalgia. Between the eyebrows, lovesickness is dyed. Watch the wind rise with you, watch the flowers fall, listen to the sound of the water, and pluck the strings quietly. You look back, the city is warm, I smile, drunk and passed. ”

"No, you listen to me......" Yang Yang looked helpless.

The woman still said to herself: "In the end, we can't stand the years, you and I disappear in the red dust, and then reincarnate for another thousand years." A dream for a thousand years, when will it come true? ”

"You are the tenderness of my life, sprinkled with a fragrant fragrance in the moonlight, warming the love of my life. A stream of autumn water flowed in my eyes, and thoughts fell on my eyebrows. Under the bright moon, I am still a dream-like woman, with long hair fluttering, neon dress, dancing and shadowing. And you are still the flute splashing ink, the white clothes are better than the snow, and the smile is clear? ”

"The love in the previous life, I am lovesick, and the reunion in this life, is it a dream again?"

"Sorrow, under whose piano music has it softened into a thousand heart knots? The moon is falling, whose wind and frost have been sung for a thousand years? When he laughed and provoked infatuation, he was destined to be in the red dust, and he wanted to go through a thousand years of entanglement with you. Tonight, I couldn't help but get drunk in the wind and waning moon in my previous life. Deep in the lotus flowers, on the shore of the willows, you are the dream of my alluring city. ”

Yang Yang looked at the chattering woman with a blank face, and when he saw that the woman finally stopped, he yawned, shook his head and said, "Girl, you really recognize the wrong person..."

"Hmph, it's just that I'm so infatuated, but I'm waiting for you to be a ruthless man!" The woman flicked her sleeves and turned around and left angrily.

Only Yang Yang was left alone in the wind.