Obsessed?

Zhang Biao's heart moved, and his pace slowed down.

If he had put it aside, he would have scoffed at the idea of evil and thought it was the ignorance of the people.

But nowadays, it's taking it very seriously.

Land Temple, Ghost Head Willow, Sanyang Sutra...

There is no doubt that the aura of this heaven and earth has recovered, could it be that there is something evil again?

In order not to startle the snake, Zhang Biao pretended not to hear it and squatted in front of another stall to check.

Sure enough, the old man looked at his back vigilantly, and saw that he was asking the stall owner opposite, so he quickly closed the stall and left in a hurry with the thin young man.

An old man and a young man walked out of Jixian Fang, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked quickly towards the south of the city.

Zhang Biao naturally followed secretly.

Unknowingly, I arrived at Yongji Fang.

Zhang Biao frowned slightly and stopped.

Yujing City is poor in the north and south, if Anzhenfang, where he is located, is a civilian area, this is a shantytown for displaced people.

This Yongji Fang has been close to the city wall, because there is an entrance to the Yongji Canal in the Fang, so it is named.

In the early days of the founding of the Great Liang Dynasty, although the Yujing City built one hundred and eight squares, it was sparsely populated at that time, and it was still a barren forest, and there were even stories of tigers and wolves entrenched in eating people, which can be imagined to be remote.

Nowadays, there are even more homeless beggars, dirt roads are potholes, sewage is flowing sideways, and pedestrians are all dressed in tatters and unkempt.

Although Zhang Biao changed into civilian clothes, his figure was tall, clean and tidy, and he suddenly became a little conspicuous.

Sure enough, there were already grim eyes staring at him in the dark.

Zhang Biao glanced faintly and turned around and entered the dark alley.

Several beggars crouching on the corner quickly got up, glanced at each other, and followed in with their sharp blades.

The dark alley full of miscellaneous trees was empty.

On the towering wall, Zhang Biao shook slightly, put away the soul hook rope, lowered his body and flew forward like a civet cat...

……

In the dilapidated compound, garbage is piled up in the corner.

The tiled roof was overgrown with artemisia grass, the earthen walls had collapsed in half, and even the beams were cracked and covered with cobwebs.

No matter how you look at it, it's all a deserted house.

But in the courtyard there were more than a dozen children, large and small, all dressed in tattered clothes and unkempt.

Their eyes were frightened, and they looked at the dead trees in the courtyard.

On the trunk of the tree, a young man with a scar on his head was bound by hemp rope, unable to move his hands and feet, his face was distorted, and he was smirking.

"Grandpa is back!"

As the old man entered the door, the teenagers immediately gathered around.

The old man didn't talk nonsense, looked at the leper boy who was tied up, and said with a gloomy face: "Say, what's the matter?" ”

A half-grown man with a calm face spoke: "Grandpa, don't blame, the little leper didn't mean to. ”

"There was something wrong with him when he got up this morning, and he kept saying that someone in the treasury called him, and then he went in and touched a bright vessel, and it became like this."

When the old man heard this, he immediately became furious.

Syllable!

He slapped him hard, flew the young man who replied with a fan, glanced around with fierce eyes, and said coldly: "How many times have I said that I am the only one who can enter the warehouse." ”

"White-eyed wolves, if it weren't for the old man to take you in, you would have starved to death, and you haven't learned the skills yet, so you want to rebel!"

The teenagers were all trembling, bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

In the dark alley outside the courtyard, Zhang Biao stood against the wall, following a hole to see the situation inside.

It's a litter of dirt rats.

There are many dangers of various accidents in the work of tomb robbing.

Some old thieves are old, and they usually gather beggars, give them a mouthful of food, and pass on some basic skills.

When working, some people look at the wind, some people go to the grave, and some people are responsible for digging holes, and the division of labor is clear.

These teenagers are called disciples, but in fact they are all tools of old thieves, and when they encounter the organs in the tomb, they depend on their lives.

Only the clever one will slowly learn the craft, or run away and work alone, or survive the old thief and become a leader.

Generations have grown up like this.

Of course, these teenagers are not simple.

Playing small to see the warmth and coldness of the world, suffering from all kinds of white eyes, all of them are as hard as iron, cunning and fierce.

If the old thief can't control it, he will be attacked immediately.

Sure enough, the old man of the earth rat didn't pay attention to the leper boy who was suspected of being evil and smirking, but asked with a cold face: "Which weapon did he move?" ”

The young man who had just been beaten struggled to get up, his face was swollen and purple, but he didn't dare to show any resentment, but bowed his head respectfully and said, "Grandpa, it's the bronze mirror we found in the Snake Temple." ”

"You said that thing was bad luck and was estimated to be worthless, so you kept throwing it in the corner of the storeroom."

"Is that the thing?"

The old thief looked at a mud house, his eyes were cloudy, and then he sneered: "The old man has eaten dead man's food all his life, no matter how strange things are, they are just phantom poison and scare people." ”

"This little leprosy doesn't clean his hands and feet on weekdays, and eighty percent of his leprosy leaks pus into his brain, and he is stupid."

As he spoke, he looked at the beaten boy and threw out a bunch of keys, "Xiao Tian, go, take out the bronze mirror." ”

"Huh?"

"Ahh

The beaten young man had a bitter face, but he did not dare to be disobedient, picked up the key, and walked into the room trembling.

This kid was also a little shrewd, ripped off his torn clothes, pulled the bronze mirror with a stick, wrapped it up, ran out, and threw it on the ground.

Grunt...

The bronze mirror dripped, and everyone hurriedly retreated.

Zhang Biao also looked along the crack in the wall.

It was a palm-sized bronze mirror, face down, and only the intricate patterns on the back could be seen, with both talisman and ghost faces.

No matter how you look at it, it's not something used by normal people.

"Grandpa."

The young man with the mirror had a look of fear in his eyes, "This... This mirror is as cold as ice! ”

"Oh?"

As soon as these words came out, the old thief was also slightly cheeked.

His eyes were cloudy, he hesitated for a long time, and suddenly said: "Do our business, be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, since there is something strange, throw it away quickly." ”

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly rolled, "We can't afford this thing, Old Ghost Liu must like it very much." ”

"Xiao Tian, throw the mirror at his door, don't let people see it!"

The beaten young man's face was bitter, and he picked up the bronze mirror with his rotten clothes, and ran out of the broken courtyard.

He turned left and right all the way, came to another desolate old alley, didn't bother to check, threw down the bronze mirror and turned to leave.

Call~

With the sound of the wind in his clothes, Zhang Biao fell from the wall, pulled a broken mat casually, wrapped the bronze mirror and left quickly...

…………

Boom Boom ......

As soon as he returned home, Zhang Biao and the young man made almost the same action, throwing the mirror on the ground.

Without him, this mirror is strange.

Even through the straw mat, there seems to be a chill spreading along the arm, which makes people's hearts chill.

Zhang Biao touched his palm, his face solemn.

The temperature of the palm has not changed, and it is the same as when I checked the ghost willow before, and this coolness is directly acting on the spirit.

Could it be related to the spirit world?

After hesitating, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and began to use the Psionic Eye.

Sure enough, the operation was a little sluggish.

But to Zhang Biao's surprise, although his forehead was cold, there was no vision when he looked at the ghost head willow.

With a burst of exhaustion, information poured in:

Ecstasy Mirror (Yellow Level 1)

1. The magic weapon made of bronze, the mirror is inlaid with dead jade, and the back is engraved with three yin charms and charm patterns. After thousands of years of mottled years, it has been mutilated.

2. The shadow is dark and ghostly, and the fog forgets the way back. Holding this mirror, qi and blood are guided, words are induced, and trickery can be used: ecstasy (yellow-level first product).

3. The mirror pattern is damaged, and the strong-willed can resist.

4. Its previous owner used a bronze mirror to deceive people and seek benefits, but because of this, he was addicted to desire and was devoured and died...

Ritual weapons?!

Zhang Biao's eyes were full of surprise.

Although he has mastered the Qi refining method of the "Three Yang Sutra", he only has a yellow-level second-grade product, and he is not a high-end product.

There is also very little knowledge about the spiritual world.

For example, the jar of incense ash will not be used, so it can only be placed under the bed to continue to accumulate dust.

Now, at last, there is a breakthrough.

Trickery: Ecstasy.

Is this the name of the magic in the cultivation world, and why is it called trickery? Sounds a little unlucky.

The yellow grade is a grade, and the grade is not high.

However, Zhang Biao was very surprised.

According to the prompts of the spiritual eye, using the bronze mirror to perform this technique, there is no need for any spell true qi, but with qi and blood as a guide, verbal inducement.

It's kind of like a past life hypnosis...

It's just, how to guide the blood and blood?

Zhang Biao originally wanted to continue his research, but today he used his spiritual eye too much, and his spirit was sleepy, and his drowsiness kept coming up.

I simply warmed up the leftover medicinal food from yesterday and went to bed early.

The bright moon shone on the window, and he had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

Judging from the suicide note left by the monk on the "Three Yang Sutras", the advent of the era of the end of the Dharma is a long era.

And if the aura is revived today, the black sun and blood moon are not small, although it seems that the turmoil has subsided, but the changes are quietly breeding.

West City Ghost Head Willow, Ecstasy Mirror...

Both of these things have been discovered today alone.

This kind of change is estimated to be bigger and bigger, and he doesn't know what the future will be.

Fortunately, I awakened the Spiritual Eye and made some preparations in advance to deal with future changes...