Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 671 - 361: Zhang Ze’s Home in the East and North
Miemie had a lot of opinions about the texture of the black tight suit and was doubtful about its legitimate origin.
"Do we really have to do this?" Miemie squirmed uncomfortably and whispered through the sound transmission.
She really wanted to cut a hole in front of Zhang Ze's chest to serve as an observation window.
"Don't move, I'm not interested in open-chest thermals." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Zhang Ze held down Miemie, lightly tapping her nose, seemingly preparing something.
Miemie disobediently squirmed again, trying to adjust to a comfortable position, but to no avail.
Frustrated, Miemie took advantage of Zhang Ze's inattentiveness and performed the Out-of-Body Technique, leaving the doll's body.
She adjusted her brightness down and transparency up, making herself increasingly ghostly, in an effort to blend into the environment as much as possible.
"What exactly are you sniffing? Aren't we here to find that Glazed Ball? What are we waiting for?" Finally comfortable, Miemie circled around Zhang Ze.
Zhang Ze, "I'm smelling."
"Smelling? You can smell the Glazed Ball? You know how to do that? Who taught you?" Miemie bombarded him with questions.
But Zhang Ze only replied, "A master."
After saying that, Zhang Ze fell silent, ignoring Miemie's continued questioning, focusing entirely on smelling.
It wasn't that he couldn't explain it; it was just hard to.
The master Zhang Ze mentioned was Maomao.
Ever since Zhang Ze learned the Floating Life Spirit Listening Skill from the Western Barbarians, he would occasionally chat with Maomao when bored.
He would talk to Maomao about his thoughts, discuss the world situation, the future development of the Sword Sect's Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, and finally lose himself in Maomao's genuine praises, feeling fully recharged with positive energy.
But Maomao wasn't just licking; occasionally, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, she would say something quite philosophical.
For example,
[Woof, everything has two sides. So not everything has two sides.]
Apart from talking about these topics, Maomao would also often teach Zhang Ze some useful life skills.
Like how to hide bones, where in the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion the sun is most comfortable, little tricks for using the nose.
Maomao taught casually, and Zhang Ze learned casually, and then...
Then he learned them.
Apart from Maomao's exclusive Secret Manual, the Dog's Wishing Technique, which couldn't be deciphered, Zhang Ze learned the other secret manuals very quickly...
Somewhat unscientifically.
So it's really hard to explain this matter.
Zhang Ze closed his eyes and, following the method passed down from Maomao, recalled the fragrance of that Eight-Treasure Glazed Ball.
Before long, a intermittent trail appeared in his mind.
He found it.
But before he could open his eyes, Miemie's startled cry sounded in his ears.
In her spectral form out for a stroll, Miemie swooshed back into the doll.
Zhang Ze opened his eyes, and found himself face to face with a four-sided big face.
It was a ghost, a shadow.
The shadow wore a huge mask, held a copper sword, and was dressed in a Profound Robe.
Behind him were more shadows, flickering in and out of sight.
Those shadows led Copper Horses, beat silent gongs, and struck mute drums as they walked this way.
With full paraphernalia, banners, it seemed like a king's procession.
The shadow didn't notice invisible Zhang Ze, drifting silently past him.
Zhang Ze didn't feel cold, nor did he sense any indication of intrusion by external evil.
It seemed that the shadow was just a shadow.
Zhang Ze took a step back, not as flustered as Miemie because he felt these shadows looked familiar.
The attire of these shadows was similar to what he had seen in a flyer, like those people in the Impressions of the White Emperor's Eternal Love theatrical performance.
Moving his steps, Zhang Ze switched positions and came behind one of the shadows, and sure enough, found what he was looking for.
He reached out towards the object, unsurprisingly, his hand passed through the shadow without the slightest hindrance.
On the back of the shadow's clothing, there was a small tag attached.
The tag read,
[Performance Prop, Damage Fine]
"Alright, stop hiding." Zhang Ze whispered through sound transmission to Miemie, "They're all fake, probably projections or illusions."
Once Miemie calmed down, Zhang Ze passed through the mist and started searching for the source of these shadows.
Beyond the mist, Zhang Ze saw an old-fashioned Yingge brand Memory Immortal Mirror tilted on the ground.
Crackling noises emerged from the mirror cabinet, the Sound Transmission Array long damaged.
The array indicating remaining spiritual qi showed it was nearly depleted.
A moment later, the shadows emerging from the mirror started becoming intermittent, and with the last trace of spiritual qi exhausted, that long artistic parade completely vanished.
Dressed in the tight suit and invisible, Zhang Ze stood in front of the Memory Immortal Mirror, pinching his chin.
He thought it seemed a bit interesting.
A layer of frost-like dust had settled on the old apparatus, and on the back of the mirror cabinet, there was a bright handprint.
A five-fingered one.
Judging by the action, someone just supported themselves there, activated this Memory Immortal Mirror, and released the images within.
Besides him and Miemie, there was someone else in this place.
Judging by how someone earlier was alerted by the explosion-like noise he made, that person was probably of no great skill.
Looking at the Memory Immortal Mirror before him, Zhang Ze thought of whom they were trying to scare, as he was currently invisible, perfect for giving that mysterious person a little task.
Zhang Ze looked around, ensuring that the mysterious person had long left, and, using the mirror cabinet as cover, inserted a Memory Stone into it.
This is the good thing about magical artifacts; as long as the array is the same, it doesn't matter what shape the artifact is, as long as it fits, it can be used.
