"Mirror Spirit?"

Although Lu Xingyao has only been in contact with the immortal cultivation realm for a short time, it does not prevent her from knowing that some high-level magic weapons may form an internal spiritual consciousness with the passage of time, or because of the special casting materials of their own casting, that is, things called machine spirits.

It's just that in any case, this kind of "spirit" should not appear in such a place where there is a lack of aura.

No, to be precise, in fact, among the magic weapons she touched, there was one thing that could have a "spirit" - Bo Yan's sword, which was a bit over-jumped, always made Lu Xingyao feel that this thing had its own consciousness, not just a strange long sword.

"Yes, Mirror Spirit. ”

She nodded.

This nodding motion looks stiff and stiff.

Just as her standing posture gave the impression of a puppet, the movement of her nodding seemed to have a strange separation between her neck and lower body, as well as the upper skull, as if the head would fall off if she nodded a little harder.

This action is simply terrifying to watch.

"But if you're a mirror spirit, why did you become like that?"

Jiang Hechen took the lead in asking the question that Lu Xingyao wanted to ask.

There is no doubt that the "spirit" of the magic weapon is attached to the magic weapon, and this attachment is a two-sided relationship, that is to say, without the magic weapon itself, the "spirit" is almost impossible to exist anymore, but without the "spirit", the magic weapon will drop sharply in terms of efficacy and grade.

It is precisely because of this that there should not be such a special situation as the magic weapon suppressing the "spirit".

Lu Xingyao can't see it until now, the previous sleeping state of this little girl was formed because the mirror was aimed at her, and it was because she found that something was wrong and turned the mirror to release her from such a predicament.

"Because, I am incomplete. ”

She didn't elaborate more on what it meant to be incomplete.

Instead, he walked directly in the direction of the house, and the little girl who walked to the yard first turned her head sideways, beckoned to them, and the word "come" came out of her mouth.

Although he was vigilant against her, but seeing her standing in the sunlight quite consciously, whether it was Lu Xingyao or Jiang Hechen, they all more or less let go of their vigilance.

"Look. ”

She hadn't even finished speaking.

Lu Xingyao felt that his vision was rising rapidly.

No, to be precise, the mirror spirit was ascending with the two of them.

But he stopped at a height high enough to overlook the entire mansion.

Obviously, this rise is enough for the people below to see the clues, but although those people looked in this direction unexpectedly, it seems that none of them saw the movement on their side. It was not the hand of the little girl who called herself the mirror spirit that pulled her up, but a piece of cloth split from her clothes, and her whole body floated in the air like this, and the aura around her body vibrated and lifted her light body, forming a cyclone of aura as if the wind was swimming around, blowing people's hair and clothes.

"Look!"

With this one look at the word outlet.

With this mansion as the dividing line, the outside is still a normal day, but the inside has become a dark night, and the division of day and night forms an extremely stark contrast between the inside and outside of this high wall.

When the darkness swept in, she saw that all the courtyards, which were old but also had a primitive and elegant atmosphere, had been reduced to dust, and what she saw in front of her was the same picture she had seen last night.

Half of it is a garden with a depressed vegetation that forms a winding path, and half is a strange ancestral hall.

Under the bright moon, Lu Xingyao saw that the servants she had seen before had not disappeared because of the change of day and night, but instead a thin silver-white filament extended from their bodies to connect their bodies, and between them and the little girl floating in the air, as if they were manipulating the puppet's line.

No, not exactly.

Only half of the thin threads were attached to her body.

The other half extends beyond the high wall, and it is unknown where it is connected.

When she looked closely, she found that these so-called servants clearly had the same faces, but when she carefully identified the facial features, she felt that everyone looked like her.

The full moon shone on the strange world below, and it also shone on the ancestral hall.

The roof, which Lu Xingyao hadn't seen clearly before, slowly changed in the moonlight, and a circular stone platform was raised, forming a vague echoing connection between the stone platform and the moonlight, but when the connection between the two was formed, the little girl suddenly turned pale and fell to the ground in a hurry.

The vision of night in the sky suddenly came to naught as she landed.

The sunlight still appeared above their heads, and the courtyard around them was still the same in the corner.

This kind of control is by no means something that ordinary monks can do.

To reverse the sun and the moon, at least in the memory of Changning that Lu Xingyao had, even a monk in the Dan stage could not do such a scene that seemed like a miracle even to a monk in the Qi cultivation period.

There is only one explanation, as she said, she is a mirror spirit, and this mansion is the mirror world, so she can let the mirror spirit manipulate the scenes in it, changing day and night.

"Is this your incompleteness?"

Lu Xingyao thought about the anomaly she had just shown.

She didn't seem to be able to control the state of the night, when the ancestral hall "reacted" with the moonlight, which would make her perhaps injured, or maybe she would enter something more uncontrollable. And those unknown threads point to the missing parts of her "incompleteness".

"Not bad. ”

The little girl's face showed a look of loss.

The anomalies that appear in this courtyard don't seem to be detected by the things in other courtyards.

She walked to the stone table and sat down on the edge of the stone table and bench in the courtyard, but she was lying down for about too long, and when she sat down, the bend of her knees was directly broken by her hands, not directly and normally.

Seeing Lu Xingyao's eyelids jumping, she was afraid that she would tear off her legs directly like breaking the puppeteer's legs in such a forceful pull.

"Does the anomaly in the city have anything to do with you?"

She didn't show the slightest pity for the little girl because she looked so weak and pitiful.

She hadn't forgotten why she had found this place.

It was the blood of the victim that led her to this strange mansion, and this very pointing evidence was not something that she could prevaricate by claiming to be incomplete.

Jing Ling's straightforward display not only did not dispel her doubts, but instead made her vigilance, which had been lowered a little, rise to the highest again, maybe Jiang Hechen chose to come in directly to explore before, she shouldn't have agreed to such a choice.

If it is placed outside, the strength of an injured mirror spirit, no matter how it is said, there is still a way to deal with it, but if this mansion is transformed by this bronze mirror, it means that they are standing in her base camp at this time, but they want to learn the real murderer of a bloody crime from her.

She looked in the direction of Jiang Hechen quietly, and the two copper coins in his hand were tossed and dropped again.

Firmly in the palm of your hand.