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When the hand painted with bright red Kodan caressed the back of the bronze mirror, the patina slowly dissipated, revealing numerous stars, clouds and thunder patterns.

Ming Yan noticed it, and a soft sigh echoed in his ear, like weeping like complaining.

Following the prestige, Ming Yan saw that the bronze mirror was no longer old, and was lying in the box with a new look.I don't know when it started, and it turned into a mirror facing upwards.

As Xiao Shao said, this is not an ordinary mirror.Ming Yan was surprised to find that what was reflected on the mirror was not his face, but the peerless beauty of a woman.

"General—"

The woman looked over from the mirror, her eyes were like autumn water, and she smiled sweetly: "You have finally returned from removing your armor."

Unknowingly, her gentle voice like a spring breeze changed into an unpredictable opera tone, laughing and singing a cappella at the same time.The singing echoed in the villa at midnight, which was extremely eerie.

It's just that he was in a daze for a moment, and Ming Yan concentrated again, and found that he was in front of an ancient house at some time.The moonlight in the sky was just right, and it coated the stone lion in front of the ancient house with a layer of silver, and the scene in front of me became more and more miraculous.

It must be an illusion, because the woman in the bronze mirror had cast a blind eye, or it was Xiao Shao who was obstructing it at all.But if you want to break the illusion, you must find that key node.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get tiger cubs?Ming Yan walked to the front of the ancient house and knocked on the brass door knocker.

The person who opened the door was an old man with a white beard and eyebrows, even wearing ancient clothes.Ming Yan looked at him in surprise, then looked at himself again, only then realized that he had also changed into an ancient man's attire.

"Oh, it turns out that the master is back!" The old man smiled happily, and immediately led the way for Ming Yan, "Madam has been waiting for you for 570 years."

570 three years?

Hearing these words, Ming Yan was startled, alarm bells were ringing in his heart, he thought that the old man was going to make a killer move, and he was almost going to strike first.Unexpectedly, he just walked ahead with a lantern, chattering, and did not act unusually.

Ming Yan followed him vigilantly and suspiciously, and tentatively asked, "Where is Madam?"

"Thirteen years of cold, summer, spring and autumn, I didn't expect you to be disarmed and return—"

The faint singing sounded in the dark courtyard, and the evening wind whimpered, as if crying for the sad words.

Ming Yan followed the sound to find it, and the old man stepped forward with a lamp, illuminating the figure of the person singing in the dark.Raising the red sleeves, it swaggered and danced in the wind, and the lights and shadows were all reflected blood red.

The woman turned around and danced, her head full of blue hair accompanied by her red dress flying, her swaying figure was so beautiful that it was strange and treacherous.

"Eh-"

The woman bowed to Ming Yan, the lyrics stopped, and finally it was the end of the play, leaving only a residual sound sobbing in the night wind.

Ming Yan frowned and stared at him intently, not daring to be distracted.

"General, Heng Niang is finally reunited with you." The woman raised her face and smiled at him, her gorgeous face was like a peach blossom.

Ming Yan looked at her coldly, not being moved by the beauty at all: "What's your plan to lure me here?"

"Because you are my general." Heng Niang tugged at Ming Yan's skirt, her smile faded away, and turned into sadness and confusion, "Aren't you my general?"

"It's a pity, I'm not." Ming Yan sighed suddenly, but still wanted to break the woman's fantasy, "If he wants to come back, why would you wait for 570 for three years?"

"Since you're not..." Heng Niang lowered her head, still maintaining a greeting posture, repeating these words intermittently, tolerant of resentment, "Since you're not—"

"Then stay here and wait with me!"

Before she could finish speaking, the woman raised her face to look at Ming Yan again, and the face that was originally as bright as peaches and plums turned into a Shura face.The plump and firm face withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a rose that lost moisture. In the end, there was only a thin layer of white skin clinging to the bony bones.

Her face is still wearing red makeup, but it is no longer gorgeous, and she has become an immortal evil ghost Shura,

This kind of situation made Ming Yan shocking. Seeing a person go from glory to decay is more shocking than encountering an evil spirit.

Hong Luo wraps around Ming Yan's neck, circling around like a snake, gradually tightening.Ming Yan caught fire in his palm and immediately burned the shackles.

Heng Niang sobbed with a dramatic tone, icy cold, desolate, like ice water soaking into her heart: "Wait with me."

Maybe it was because the voice was too sad, Ming Yan suddenly felt chills, and quickly avoided the sobbing woman.And the old man behind him suddenly laughed, and his wealthy face, which was originally as round as vermilion jade, also became ravines.

"Let's wait together—" While speaking, the old man's snow-white beard and hair grew suddenly, and he rushed towards him like tentacles.

Fortunately, Ming Yan dodged in time, so he managed to escape, and saw Heng Niang's Hong Luo attacking again.Under the struggle between the two sides, Ming Yan was unable to stand alone, and gradually showed his admiration.

It's obviously unwise to entangle you head-on at this moment, Ming Yan caught a glimpse of the wing behind him, and immediately made a plan.The moment he lit the fire and destroyed Baixiu, he quickly retreated into the dilapidated door.

This dim room is full of cobweb dust, only a red silk lamp with a hole in it emits a faint light.

Under the red silk lamp is the dried rouge, and on the toothless wooden comb, there is a spider weaving a web.No matter how dilapidated it is, Ming Yan can tell that this is a woman's boudoir.

A bronze mirror attracted all his attention, Ming Yan didn't have time to take a closer look, because the dilapidated door had already been torn apart, sending up waves of dust.

The woman came over dragging her blood-red sleeves, singing and sobbing, and cast a long shadow on the ground, like a ghost.

The moon hides in the clouds, the night becomes darker and darker, and the cool wind whimpers for someone.

Red Rob sticks to the ground like running water, sneaking into the house without making a sound.The next moment, he suddenly grabbed Ming Yan's ankle and dragged him down.

Unexpectedly, Ming Yan was about to break free, but the moment he raised his face, he stuck a pale face——

If this matter is placed on others, I am afraid that I will be scared to death.Even if someone like Ming Yan has experienced many battles, his heart will inevitably stagnate.

Only a layer of skin clinging to the bone was attached to this pale face, yet it still wore bright red makeup.The contrast between red and white is too sharp, which is really weird and unspeakable.

"Aren't you my general?" He stared at Ming Yan with pitch-black eyes, so affectionate that it made one's hair stand on end.

Ming Yan broke her fantasy again: "No."

Even if it is painful to recognize reality, it is more enjoyable than living in an illusion.

Ming Yan suddenly raised his hand, showing the bronze mirror: "Your general has already been reincarnated, and you shouldn't exist in this world."

"Would you like to see reality for yourself?"

The woman froze for a moment, hesitated for a long time, and then stretched out a hand that was as dry as a branch, wiped off the patina, and looked at the mirror——

The woman asked in surprise and panic, "Who is this?"

"It's you." Ming Yan said coldly while holding the mirror.

She covered her dry and sunken cheeks in disbelief, and watched in horror as the person in the mirror made the same movements as herself: "It's me... No, it's not me!"

Could it be that she should have known it already, but just wanted to deceive herself and others with false appearances.

The time that belonged to her is long gone, passing away like a handful of loose sand.The person she was waiting for never came back. In this dilapidated old house, there are only foolish people who have not changed their minds, and their beauty has been dried by the years.

"Won't he come back?" Her blood-red nails rubbing against the bronze mirror, Heng Niang was obsessed, and asked Ming Yan, "Tell me, will he come back!"

Ming Yan looked at her, with a pair of slightly flying eyes, there was a heavy light flashing across: "570 Three years have passed, haven't you woken up yet?"

The woman smiled sadly, suddenly remembered the libretto in the playbook, and hummed slowly: "It's in vain that I fall into the world of mortals in vain, in exchange for being cold and alone... alone—"

Ming Yan broke free from her red robe. Although she temporarily restrained the woman's heart, she found that the bronze mirror was not the key to breaking the illusion.It was clearly the copper mirror that lured him into an illusion, but why wasn't this the key point to break the blindfold?

Ming Yan didn't have time to think deeply, because suddenly there was a sound behind him, like ghosts crying and gods howling.

Locks of flying white hair seemed to be given life, twisting themselves like vines.Ming Yan Bishan was not enough, his wrists were tightly bound, and the ropes made of twisted hair were almost embedded in the flesh and burned into the bones.

Under the huge external force, the copper mirror fell off from Ming Yan's hand, and broke into three pieces with a "click".

The old man's withered and ferocious face was reflected in the broken mirror, like a thin layer of skin attached to a skeleton, extremely terrifying.

He also showed an expression of disbelief, covering his sunken and sunken cheeks, and roaring.

The bundle of hair wrapped around his wrist suddenly loosened and fell to the ground.Ming Yan retreated to a safe distance, and looked coldly at the two who kept shouting.

At some point, the bright moon hidden in the clouds poked out its face again and sprinkled silver frost all over the ground.

The clear light was reflected in the shattered copper mirror, and a dazzling silver light suddenly burst out, just like the sudden arrival of day, breaking through the boundless night.

Ming Yan's eyes were stung by the sudden light, he turned around subconsciously, but when he opened his eyes again, he realized that he had fallen into another illusion.

There are layers of tents, red candles are dotted with stars, and there are beauties coming, and the interlaced light and shadow weave into the most beautiful dream in the middle of the night.

Ming Yan lowered his eyes to look at himself, and found that he was wearing armor, with a sword around his waist, as if he was dressed as a conscript.

A pair of hands painted with bright red Kodan brushed aside the gauze curtain embroidered with mandarin ducks. The beauty in red makeup leaned against the wall, hesitated to speak, and looked at Ming Yan with bright eyes: "When will you come back?"

Ming Yan frowned and looked at her, his eyes gradually showed pity, but the words in his mouth were still as sharp as a blade: "Your general will not come back."

The woman didn't understand Ming Yan's meaning, she twisted the gauze around her body with her fingers, and frowned: "The general is about to go to war, why do you say such ominous words?"

"I'm not your general." Although it was too cruel to do so, Ming Yan must wake up the undead trapped in the bronze mirror.

"Your general has never returned. He has already returned to ashes and dust, lost in the cycle of reincarnation."

She weaves an endless dream for herself, counting the days and falling into the waiting of eternal life. Three years have passed in 570, and the undead living in the bronze mirror should also be liberated.

Since the bronze mirror is not the key to breaking the game, then only the people in the mirror are the key.

"Aren't you..." Heng Niang's expression changed from horrified to enlightened, and then from enlightened to dead silence.

Every word and every sentence Ming Yan said was like a sharp knife, cutting through the obstacles inch by inch, and also tore through the hearts of those who were waiting.

"If so, what am I..." Heng Niang sat back in the room blankly, looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table, smiled sadly, and the red makeup faded away, like tears of blood.

Ming Yan lifted the curtain, looked at her from afar, and sighed softly: "You have long since died, you are a flower in a mirror, the moon in the water.

"I am an illusion..."

Before she finished speaking, the pain of tearing flesh came from her wrist, Heng Niang looked down and saw a gap in her eyes.Blood splattered on the bronze mirror like red plums.

She looked at the thick wrist bones under the flesh in horror, and tremblingly said: "I remember—"

It turned out that she had already died, and on the day she learned that her husband had died in battle, she also rushed to Huangquan.

It is in front of this bronze mirror, painted with sad red makeup, humming unknown operas, falling into endless waiting.

There is no beginning, no end, no reincarnation.

"I won't come back, and I can't go back—"

Accompanied by the woman's long sigh, Ming Yan heard the sound of the bronze mirror shattering.The illusion dissipated like sand in the wind, and the ancient houses, courtyards, and bright moon all turned into dust.

The midnight bell rang suddenly, and in the quiet villa, Ming Yan sat alone in the living room.In front of him, a mottled mirror made a few crisp sounds. Without any external force to break it, the cracks walked along the mirror surface like long feet.

Ming Yan has already broken the illusion, at this moment it is like waking up from a big dream.

Xiao Shao came from the kitchen with a hot drink in his hand. Although he smiled slightly, he still had a different meaning: "What did you see?"

"You really want to know?" The more he smiled, the more vigilant Ming Yan became, for fear of being caught by such a smiling tiger.

Xiao Shao spread his hands noncommittally, looked at the broken ancient mirror, and sighed suddenly: "The flowers in the mirror are fragile, and the moon in the water is easy to disperse. Ming Yan, do you understand?"

Ming Yan was startled, and just about to speak, he heard Xiao Shao say: "It's getting late, I'll drive you back."

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