MTL - After the Fairy Disappeared-Chapter 370 soul home

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  He Lingchuan also made it very clear when he released Mr. Gan, that if he dared to reveal these things, the grand master of Baoshu Kingdom would definitely avenge his son.

  The whole country of Fu couldn't afford to offend King Baoshu, let alone a mere Wuze County.

   After listening to Mr. Gan, his mouth trembled twice, and he ran away in despair. After going back and forth a few times at the gate of hell, he didn't dare to speak harshly again.

  After all, He Lingchuan subdued the soul-absorbing mirror that had been his master, and he finally realized that his thin arms could not twist the steel bars.

  At this time, the east was white, the chickens in the farmhouse began to clear their throats to tell the time, and the three of He Lingchuan also returned to the county town.

  Residents who got up early began to rush for their livelihoods. In reality, Wuze County is full of fireworks. How can it be compared with the illusion in the mirror?

  The three of them just found a roadside stall and slurped up a large bowl of dry noodles, the bowl was bigger than a human face. This stall does not know what herbs are used to stew the soup. The soup base has a bright taste. Add a handful of mushrooms and a pinch of capers, which is sour and followed by thick and thick. He Lingchuan also ordered a plate of peanuts, spread it on top of the noodles, and asked for four big steamed buns to deal with.

  The people around were also squatting at the edge of the dangling small table, sweating all over their foreheads after eating, but it was very refreshing.

  After dinner, Wu Jinsong went back to pack his bags and prepared to move into Zizhu Garden.

  He also wanted to rush back to Sha Taifu's mansion as soon as possible, but it would take two or three days for He Lingchuan to leave with the caravan, and the two guards could only hold back their temper and wait.

  He Lingchuan returned to the Purple Bamboo Garden with the soul-absorbing mirror in his arms. Most of the guests here hadn’t woken up, and the snoring sound could be heard faintly when walking through the porch.

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

  Although all things have spirits, but the artificial mirror becomes a demon after being spiritual by chance. Many artifacts do not have this kind of treatment, at best, it would be great to have an ignorant artifact spirit.

  But after all, it has no legs and cannot run by itself, so it needs Jing Nu to take it around.

  As for those evil spirits, not only can they not touch the mirror, but the living things they control can't touch the mirror, so they can't pick it up either.

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

  He Lingchuan only knew at this time that after Sha Xinghai made a deal with Uncle Gan, Uncle Gan hoped that the sorceress would return her soul to others.

   But the mirror refused.

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

  Now this mirror began to pray to He Lingchuan: "Please don't hand me over, I am willing to be your breast-protector."

  He Lingchuan is not afraid to look at it anymore, shaking the mirror and saying: "Are you determined to follow me?"

"Um!"

  He took a mirror to look left and right: "Is it because of my charm?" The guy in the mirror is so handsome!

".Yes Yes."

  He knocked on the mirror twice: "Be honest and be lenient, or I will put you..."

  Twist it into a twist, right? The mirror is full of longing: "I want to feel the breath of the city of the dead, it will be of great benefit to me."

   So this guy yearns for Panlong City? "How to say?"

"You also know that I was born with resentful souls. But I have devoured too many resentful souls, and the resentment and hatred from their lifetimes have never faded away, and they are all piled up in the mirror and cannot be dispelled, forcing me to eat other things. "The mirror has its own troubles. "The city of the dead behind you is far beyond imagination, and the power of hatred that can be carried is also far beyond imagination. I want to learn from it."

  「Do you want to look like a tiger or a cat?」

   "I guess."

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

   "No, just let me stay on your body, I can figure it out slowly." The most indispensable thing for the mirror is time, "I vaguely feel that the city of the undead is extraordinarily powerful at night, and the connection with you is also very close."

   There is nothing wrong with this guy, he can only enter Panlong City at night.

  The mirror asked curiously again: "How can you bear such a terrible city of the undead without being affected by it?"

   "What is the usual impact?"

"The amount of yin and resentment will erode your essence and consume your blood, leaving you exhausted, empty and internally exhausted, and you will soon die of illness. Considering the size of this undead city, It only takes... ten days at most to kill a living person?" Mirror asked him cautiously, "How long have you been in touch with it?"

   "Half a year." Oh, it's okay, he feels better than half a year ago.

"!" It's been half a year, and this man is still fierce? "Even if your physique surpasses that of ordinary people, it is useless. This kind of Yin power can be sucked dry even by an immortal! Not to mention the city of the dead, even a witch can't bear my attachment, That's why I have to sign them as mirror slaves, otherwise I have to change people every few months, which is very troublesome."

   Speaking of this, it let out a long "Oh", thinking that it had found the truth: "Have you also become a city slave in the city of the undead?"

   "Get out!" He Lingchuan flicked his fingers, causing the mirror to spin several times, "You think I'm an idiot like Mr. Gan?"

  After signing the contract, Mr. Gan must obey orders. He Lingchuan's body and will are very free, and no one asks him to do this or that.

right?

  He thought about it carefully, but he didn't make any contract, he just took a knife from the black dragon incarnate by Zhong Shengguang.

   It's an agreement at best.

   Oh no, wait a minute.

  The sacred bone necklace can’t be thrown away, and the Fusheng knife will come back with a shameless face, ah...

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

  The mirror twirled around and said, "It's too scary and interesting, I must study it carefully!"

  Which spiritually enlightened monster does not yearn for the Dao? But after all, it is too rare for objects to become demons. There is no ready-made path for it to go, so it can only explore by itself.

  Unfortunately, there has been no result.

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

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

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

   Mirror only thought that he wanted to try the position of the breastplate, but he actually wanted to see the reaction of the **** bone necklace.

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

  Generally speaking, Shengu is only interested in what he can eat.

   But this time is obviously an exception, Shengu is quiet, without any enthusiasm.

   Is it because you look down on the breastplate and think it is difficult to talk about?

  Then he was feverish by the lake earlier, just to remind him not to miss the culprit?

  Although Dafang Pot has no master-slave relationship with him, it really pays close attention to his every move.

  He Lingchuan looked at the pure and happy mirror, the latter didn't know that it had just escaped a catastrophe: "What happened to your battlefield in the mirror?"

  Although the resentful souls eaten by the mirror have disappeared, their resentment cannot be dismissed. The soul-absorbing mirror is not a brave, it does not have the ability to only enter and exit, and if it continues like this, it may explode by itself. Therefore, it reproduced the battle of General You during his lifetime, allowing these grievances to be targeted and slowly resolved.

  It's just that this method is like peeling cocoons and spinning, and the effect is particularly slow. It has worked hard for more than two thousand years without giving away much.

  So the mirror world can only keep going, let them play by themselves.

   But now it finds out that there are far more people in the city of the undead than it, and the grievances are far more serious than it, but it is a miracle that it can be controlled well.

   "Miracle?" He Lingchuan immediately thought of the three corpses.

  Panlong City cleverly used the three corpse insects, which is probably one of its effective ways to resolve the resentment of the dead souls.

   But this is an unspoken secret.

  「Can I use your mirror to recruit people?」

   "It can't work now." The mirror looked miserable, "In order to prevent you from escaping, I forcibly intervened to modify the rules. Now that world is in chaos, and there is no room for inhaling living people for a long time."

   "How long is a long time?" This mirror has been around for a long time, and the "long time" it says is the same as

  What he understands is definitely not a concept.

   "At least four or five... ten years?"

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

   "At least decades!" Mirror said sadly, "If I had no choice, I wouldn't dare to move you into the land of souls."

   "That's not the fantasy world you created. How troublesome is it to change the rules?" No wonder the mirror sent him to a recreated Wu Ze County first instead of the battlefield.

  But this is the second time he heard the word "Soul Country" from the mirror.

"That's not the way to say it." The mirror can't help science popularization, "The heaven and the earth are long, and they are self-contained. The soul country is all copied from the past history, so it must be perfectly fine. But if you add a little change, you add a little bit. There will be more and more loopholes, unreasonable and unsuitable places, and in the end, the entire soul city will be unsustainable and can only collapse. At that time, I will be, I will be out of luck!"

  It originally hoped that the vengeful spirits of Soul Town could kill these intruders as soon as possible, so the loopholes caused would not be too big, and it would be fine to find a way to fix them later. I don't know...

  Red Luan was chopped and scorched, but it did it by itself against the law. Now it's all right, all the resentful spirits inside found that history has changed, and they died instantly.

  He Lingchuan hissed softly: "The hometown of souls can't be changed at all?"

   "No!" The mirror said firmly, "Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not! Not even a little bit."

   It is a **** example. Its mirror world was only just taking shape, but it was messed up by those grievances, and it was unknown when it would be restored.

so serious? He Lingchuan stroked his chin. Then he entered Panlong City every night, causing the dream and the real history to diverge, is it all right?

  In the past, he was ignorant and just thought it was fun; now that he listened to the science popularization of Dementor, he suddenly felt that Dafang Pot is really awesome, as if even the rules can be distorted.

  「What does the city of the dead you see look like?」

   "This..." The mirror is hard to describe, so I had to say, "Look for yourself." The next second, the outline of the city of the dead that it saw appeared on the mirror, which can also be called a reflection.

  He Lingchuan snorted.