"Mirrors are a magical thing. ”

"It can reflect the beauty and ugliness of the world, diffuse the brilliance of the sun and the moon, distort the gap between the real and the false, and build bridges between the world of life and death. ”

"Every mirror reflects a corner of the world. ”

"Countless mirrors, countless corners, glue these corners together, and they are the shadow of the whole world. This is what wizards often refer to as the 'world in the mirror'. ”

"We are now standing in this world that is both real and false. ”

Mr. stood beside Zheng Qing, his voice seemed to be a whisper, unusually slight, as if he was observing a fine dust, and if he spoke a little louder, it would make the dust fly and lose the opportunity to observe.

Compared with Mr., Zheng Qing's voice was much louder.

"Is this the world in the mirror?" the wizard walked to the door of another room, and looked through the glass on the door, which was a small bedroom, where several girls were sitting in a circle, with charms, incense and candles in the middle, and words in their mouths.

The boy vaguely heard the words 'Bloody Mary'.

“...... I thought the world in the mirror would be gorgeous. The young scholar glanced through the second door, at the third, to the fourth, and even to the end of the long corridor, and finally shook his head: "...... I didn't expect it to be so plain. Is every door here a mirror?"

"A mirror that has undergone magic, to be exact. The gentleman gently corrected: "Not just any mirror can form its own mirror door. Only the mirror that has gone through the magic ritual and communicated with the spirits of the mirror world has its own door. ”

"Elves? Are there elves in this world?"

"There is a spirit in every world that belongs to Him. Just like any flower has its own bees. ”

"Where are those elves, and why can't I see them?"

"It's up to you to find out for yourself. Speaking of this, the gentleman paused for a moment, and there was a hint of distress in his tone: "You just felt that this world was very 'simple', and this is because you are with me. My existence magnifies your 'order' and makes the world lose room for self-expression...... This was a little bit more than I expected. ”

"Order. The boy looked thoughtfully at the deep corridor, the torches and doors on both sides of the corridor. When you think about it, it's really pretty good here.

"Since you follow me, you can't feel the charm of this world. Then the rest of the journey will have to go down on your own. The gentleman patted the boy on the shoulder and asked, "Do you know how to get rid of the lost?"

"Direction and Faith. Zheng Qing replied: "And 'Dingzhi Fangzhong'." ”

The former one he learned in the library of the Nine Schools. There is too much knowledge in the library, and students who have no faith and direction can easily lose themselves in the vast ocean of knowledge.

The latter is a spell, a direction spell commonly used by hunters for nighttime positioning.

"Good. The gentleman smiled with satisfaction: "Then before you go, I will tell you one last note...... Plato once used a very interesting analogy, if a prisoner in a cave can only see the shadows on the cave walls from childhood to adulthood, thinking that those shadows are the only real existence, then when he returns to the real world, his self-consciousness will be shattered by the reality of the world. ”

"So, finally, and most importantly, you can't get lost in the mirror world for too long. Otherwise, even if you return to the truth, the worldview will be severely stimulated by falsehood and truth. ”

The young wizard nodded cautiously, silently contemplating his talisman in his mind.

Then he felt his husband push him so hard that he involuntarily stumbled forward. When he got up, he was no longer surrounded by the deep, narrow corridor, but by a thick white mist.

It's like the mist that Mr. had passed through when he had brought him here.

Zheng Qing's Colt python appeared in the mist very decisively, shaking the muzzle of the gun, alert for any slight movement around him. Soon, the fog cleared, and the wizard immediately noticed a dark shadow flashing not far in front of him.

"Don't move!" he shouted.

The fog cleared faster.

A few seconds later.

Zheng Qing looked at the huge mirror in front of him, looked at the young wizard in the mirror who was also holding a talisman gun and had a vigilant face, and exhaled softly.

"I'm scared to death," he muttered as he wiped the sweat from his palms on his robe as he changed his gun, "...... I thought it was the elf in the mirror that Mr. said. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward, trying to get a better look in the mirror.

This mirror is very similar to the one in the gazebo, with the same marble base, flanked by Roman relief columns, and a line of words carved into the frieze above the mirror.

But just like the mirror in the pavilion, Zheng Qing couldn't see what was written on the lintel. It was as if there was a layer of fog covering it.

I want to see it closer.

But he hesitated for half a step.

Zheng Qing didn't know why he had an anxious expression on his face. This is not normal. He thought about it for a while, and planned to put away the talisman gun first and hang a stack of talismans on his body to calm his mind and ward off evil spirits.

The talisman spear in his hand collapsed into a cloud of green light.

The boy's face froze.

Because the 'he' in the mirror also put away the talisman gun - only 'he' stuffed the talisman back into the gray cloth bag.

After realizing that the movements were inconsistent, the movements of 'Zheng Qing' in the mirror also stiffened.

Then he looked up and smiled apologetically outside.

"I know you're a fake!" The 'Zheng Qing' in the mirror reacted obviously quickly, screamed, and in the blink of an eye, he pulled out the talisman gun in the gray cloth bag again, and aimed it at Zheng Qing outside the mirror.

But obviously, the speed at which the brain 'thinks' is much faster than the speed at which it 'does'.

Before the 'Zheng Qing' in the mirror had completely pulled out the gray cloth bag, a barrel had already poked out of the center of Zheng Qing's forehead, and a dim blue halo had passed through the barrel.

"Bang!"

A dull gunshot rang out.

"Whoa!!"

The cracking sound of a broken mirror.

The frightened expression of 'Zheng Qing' in the mirror slowly converged in the cracking sound, and then showed a sad smile to the guests outside the mirror: "...... It's fast. ”

The cracked expression was especially happy in the breaking sound of 'bang-la-la'.

Zheng Qing's heart sank.

The huge mirror, after it was shattered, did not scatter all over the ground as expected. Instead, it floated in mid-air, revolving around Zheng Qing. It's like a giant windmill.

White mist poured up like a tidal wave.

When the windmill stops, the fog recedes again. What was once a huge glass mirror has become hundreds. Surrounded by the wizard's side, it was like a huge labyrinth, enveloping him.

In every mirror, there is a Zheng Qing, greeting him with a smile.

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