He Lingchuan also made it very clear when he released Gan Sanye, if he dared to shake these things out, the Taifu of Baoshu Country would definitely avenge his son.

The entire Fu country can't afford to offend the King of Baoshu, let alone a mere Wuze County.

After listening to this, Gan Sanye's mouth shook twice, and he ran away. After going back and forth a few times at the Ghost Gate, he didn't dare to say anything cruel.

After all, the soul mirror that had been his master was subdued by He Lingchuan, and he finally realized that his thin arm couldn't twist the steel bar.

At this time, the east was white, and the farmer's chickens began to clear their throats to tell the time, and He Lingchuan and the three of them also returned to the county seat.

The residents who got up early began to run for their livelihoods, and the fireworks in Wuze County in reality are full, which is comparable to the fantasy in the mirror?

The three of them casually found a roadside stall and sucked a large bowl of dried noodles, which was bigger than a human face. I don't know what herbs to use in this stall to stew, and the soup base is distinctive, plus a handful of mushrooms, a pinch of capers, sour and heavy. He Lingchuan asked for another plate of peanuts, put it on the powder, and asked for four big buns to deal with.

The people around him were also squatting on the edge of the swaying small table, and they were sweating thinly, but they were very cool.

After the meal, Wu Jinsong went back to pack his bags and prepared to stay in Zizhuyuan.

He also wanted to rush back to Sha Taifu's Mansion as soon as possible, but He Lingchuan would not leave with the caravan until two or three days later, and the two guards could only wait with their temperament.

He Lingchuan returned to Zizhuyuan with the dementor mirror in his arms, most of the guests here had not risen, and he could faintly hear the snoring sound inside when he walked through the porch.

He went back to the soup room to take a bath and relax, then closed the doors and windows and took the mirror out.

Although all things have spirits, but the artificially made mirror occasionally becomes a demon after gaining spirituality, it is really called a coincidence, but it is impossible to meet. Many artifacts don't have this treatment, at best, an ignorant artifact spirit is very remarkable.

But after all, it doesn't have long legs and can't run on its own, so it needs the mirror slave to take it around.

As for the demons, not only cannot they touch the mirror, but the living creatures they control cannot touch the mirror, so they cannot pick them up either.

Now that it has dissolved the contract with Gan Sanye, without the mirror slave, it can't run anymore, so it can only stay in He Lingchuan's hands honestly.

He Lingchuan only knew at this time that in fact, after Sha Xinghai made a deal with Uncle Gan, Uncle Gan hoped that the goddess would return the soul to others, so that the gods would not know it, and the Gan family would not have to take risks.

But the mirror refused.

How can you spit out the food that reaches your mouth?

Now the mirror began to pray to He Lingchuan: "Please don't hand me over, I want to be your heart guard."

He Lingchuan was not afraid to look at it now, and shook the mirror and said, "Are you determined to follow me?"

"Hmm!"

He held the mirror and looked left and right: "Are you impressed by my charm?" The guy in the mirror is so handsome!

「...... Yes, yes."

He should knock on the mirror twice: "Confess and be lenient, or I will ...... you."

Twist it into a twist, right? The mirror is full of yearning: "I want to feel the breath of the City of the Dead, and it will do me a lot."

It turns out that this guy yearns for Panlong City? "How?"

"You know, I was born out of a grudge. But there are too many resentful spirits devoured, and their resentment and hatred have always dissipated, and they have all accumulated in the mirror and cannot be discharged, forcing me to eat something else. "The mirror has its own troubles, "The city of the dead behind you is far beyond imagination, and the power of resentment can be carried far beyond imagination, I want to learn from it."

"Do you want to draw a cat like a tiger?"

"Sort of."

He Lingchuan stroked his chin: "What do you need me to do?"

"No, just let me stay with you, I can figure it out slowly." The last thing that the mirror lacks is time, "I have a vague feeling that the City of the Dead is especially powerful at night, and it is also very close to you."

This thing really doesn't feel wrong, he can only enter Panlong City at night.

The mirror was curious again, "How can you carry such a terrible city of the dead without being affected by it?"

"What should be the usual effect?"

"The heavenly amount of yin qi and resentment will eat away at your essence and blood, causing you to be weak and weak, empty and internally exhausted, and soon you will be sick and dying. With the size of this city of the dead, it would take at most ...... to kill a large living person Ten days? The mirror asked him cautiously, "How long have you been contacting it?"

"Half a year." Oh that's fine, he feels better than he was half a year ago.

「！！「 It's been half a year, and this man is still fierce? "Even if your physique surpasses ordinary people, it's useless, this kind of yin power can even be sucked dry by immortals! Don't say that even the goddess can't stand my attachment, so I have to sign them as mirror slaves, otherwise they will have to be replaced every few months, which is troublesome."

At this point, it let out a long "oh" and thought it had found the truth: "Have you also become a slave in the City of the Dead?"

"!" He Lingchuan flicked his fingers to it, and the mirror spun several times in a row, "You think I'm a stupid guy like Gan Sanye?"

After Gan Sanye signed the contract, he had to obey orders, He Lingchuan's body and will were very free, and no one asked him to do this or that.

Be...... Right?

He thought about it carefully, and he didn't make any contract, but he took a knife from the black Jiao that Zhong Shengguang incarnated.

This is an agreement at best.

Oh no, wait a minute.

The god bone necklace can't be thrown away, and the floating knife will come back with a dead face, ah......

Thinking about it this way, he doesn't seem to be so sure.

As the mirror spun around, she sighed, "It's terrible, it's so interesting, I have to study it!"

Which youkai who has opened his mind does not yearn for the avenue? But after all, there are too few things to become demons, and it has no ready-made road to go, so it can only explore it by itself.

Unfortunately, nothing has come of it.

Just when it was about to lose heart, Panlong City appeared and pointed it in the right direction!

This is its way and the direction of its future efforts.

He Lingchuan picked it up and put it close to his chest.

The mirror only thought that he was going to try the placement of the heart guard, but he actually wanted to see the reaction of the god bone necklace.

When he was evacuated from Mochou Lake earlier, the necklace fever reminded him that the treasure was here.

In general, the Divine Bone is only interested in what it can eat.

But this time it was obviously an exception, and the gods were quiet and not enthusiastic.

Is it to look down on the heart shield and find it difficult to put your mouth down?

So the fever by the lake before, just to remind him not to miss the culprit?

Although Dafang Ju is not a master-slave relationship with him, it really pays close attention to his every move.

He Lingchuan looked at the simple and happy mirror, the latter didn't know that it had just escaped: "What is going on on the battlefield in your mirror?"

Although the resentful spirits that were eaten by the mirror have disappeared, their resentment cannot be discharged. The Soul Mirror is not a Pixiu, it does not have the ability to only enter and not exit, and if it continues like this, it may be blown up by itself. Therefore, it reproduces the battles of General You during his lifetime, so that these grievances can be targeted and slowly resolved.

It's just that this method is like peeling off the cocoon, and the effect is particularly slow. It worked hard for more than two years and didn't send much away.

So the world in the mirror can only be kept forever and let them play on their own.

But now it has found that the number of people in the city of the dead is far greater than it, and the resentment is far deeper than it, but it can be controlled well, which is really a miracle.

"Miracle?" He Lingchuan immediately remembered the three corpse insects.

Panlong City made clever use of the Three Corpse Worms, which was probably one of its effective ways to resolve the resentment of the revenants.

But it's an unspeakable secret.

"Can I use your mirror to accept people?"

"Not anymore." The mirror was miserable, "In order to prevent you from escaping, I forcibly intervened to change the rules, and now the world is in chaos, and there is no strength left to suck in the living for a long time."

"How long is it?" This mirror has survived for a long time, and it says "for a long time".

What he understood was certainly not a concept.

"There must be at least four or five ...... Ten years?"

He Lingchuan gave it a shudder: "Four or five years, or forty or fifty years, make it clear!"

"At least a few decades!" Mirror said sadly, "I wouldn't dare to move you into the Soul Land unless I had to."

"That's not the illusion world you created, how annoying is it to change the rules?" No wonder the mirror sent him to a replica of Wu Ze County first, rather than a battlefield.

But it was the second time he had heard the word "soul country" in the mirror.

"That's not what I said. The mirror is helpless to popularize science, "Heaven and earth are long, and they are self-contained. The soul town is a copy of the past history, then it has to be tightly fitted a little bit good, but if a little change is added, it is to add a little loophole, and there will be more and more unreasonable and unconscionable places, and in the end, the entire soul town operation can not be sustained, and it can only collapse. Then I was, I was unlucky! 「

It had hoped that the resentful spirits of the Soul Land would kill these invaders as soon as possible, so the loopholes caused were not big, and it would just find a way to repair them later. Who knows......

Hongluan was scorched, and it still took action to reverse the law of change and split it by itself. It's okay now, all the resentful spirits inside have found that history has changed, and they are *** in an instant.

He Lingchuan sizzled lightly: "The soul realm can't change at all?"

"Nope!" The mirror is categorical, "Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not! Not at all."

It is a bloody example. The world in its mirror has only just begun to take shape, and it has been messed up by those resentful spirits, and it is unknown when it will be restored.

So serious? He Lingchuan stroked his chin. Then it doesn't matter if he enters Panlong City every night, causing the dream to diverge from real history?

I used to be ignorant, I just thought it was fun; Now listening to the popular science of the dementor, he suddenly felt that the generous pot was really bull X, as if even the law could be distorted.

"What does the city of the dead look like when you see it?"

"This ......," the mirror was hard to describe, so he had to say, "Look for yourself." In the next second, the mirror surfaced the outline of the city of the dead that it saw, which could also be said to be a reflection.

He Lingchuan sighed.