Chapter 67: The Person in the Mirror

  "Who is it?!"

  Ning Feng's heart suddenly tightened for no reason, as if he were walking in the woods at night and heard the sound of a tiger stepping on fallen leaves.

  Who would applaud at this time?

  At this moment, the last trace of the old mulberry tree was destroyed in the light of the funeral, and only one fallen old tree lay outside the Liu Mansion, like a mountain range that had collapsed.

  Near the uprooted trees, several people from Liu's village were so shocked that they forgot to adjust their paper umbrellas, allowing sunlight to seep in, and the yin energy gathered by Liu Laozhuang's soul let out a hissing sound.

  "Hurry, send Liu's old master back to his physical body."

  Ning Feng temporarily couldn't care less about that strange applause and loudly shouted out.

  Shu Bailin stepped forward, kicking away the stunned villagers, directing the crowd to carefully hold down Liu Laozhuang's body, which was completely lifeless on the bed, and not letting his soul be exposed to sunlight.

  Without the old mulberry tree, Liu Laozhuang's master had his own consciousness and suffered for so long, how could he bear it anymore, and flew towards his own body like a bird.

  Shu Bailin was secretly scolding behind, no more than running so fast to catch up with the rebirth and so on, and then reacted again, Liu Laozhuang's this time is not much different from rebirth.

  Soon, many oil-paper umbrellas were placed on top of Liu Laozhuang's physical body, blocking it tightly. Then, a thick and dense yin energy dissipated, and the yin energy mass collapsed, revealing Liu Laozhuang's soul inside.

  Seeing it, the people of Liujiacun finally breathed a sigh of relief.

  That half-transparent soul was indeed Liu Laozhuang's master.

  The soul climbs up the flesh, sits down, lies down.

  One false, one true, combined into one.

  The next moment, visible to the naked eye, Liu Laozhuang's chest began to rise and fall slightly, his hanging hands started to tremble.

  Those who leaned in close, like Shu Bairong, could still hear a faint breathing sound, from almost imperceptible to evenly spaced, as if asleep.

  "Clap clap~clap clap clap~~"

  A round of applause echoed again.

  Ning Feng and Shu Bailin both moved at the same time, following the sound as they went.

  The source of the sound was a group of people from Liu Family Village standing together.

  "What's going on?"

  Just as the two were in doubt, a voice spoke up:

  "Awesome, worthy of being the Temple of the Sun God, traveling all over the world."

  "Huh?" Ning Feng's face showed a puzzled expression, Shu Bailin also exclaimed in surprise, and suddenly turned his head around, looking at Ning Feng with a strange gaze.

  If he had also heard the voice and found it strange, Ning Feng saw Shu Baili's gaze and almost wanted to slap him in the face, asking: Did I grow flowers on my face?

  That voice was unexpectedly Ning Feng's own voice.

  "Unwilling to resign itself to being an obstacle, it wants all people under heaven to be stopped in their tracks like it."

  The beautiful thing is destroyed and shown to people as a tragic ugliness.

  The old mulberry tree wants to be human...

  "Tsk tsk tsk, they all fell into your trap with the you who just started out, it's really eye-opening."

  "It seems that there are also incredible roles in the right path, and the old man didn't cheat me."

  Still Ning Feng's voice, almost never appeared on him playful tone, obviously just a fleeting sound, but gives people a kind of evil charm.

  "Who is it?!"

  Ning Feng did not respond, his mind filled with doubts, he looked around in all directions.

  Almost simultaneously, he and Shu Bailin fixed their gazes on a certain place.

  There, with a "whoosh", a large group of people scattered, revealing one of the women.

  An ordinary village woman's attire, coarse linen jacket and trousers, couldn't be more common.

  The wind was still and I could faintly hear someone calling out "Magu" or something like that, probably the name of this woman.

  The old nun's face was flustered, and she waved her hands repeatedly, as if to say "it wasn't me". She didn't have time to be shy, and she searched herself up and down, seemingly trying to find the source of the sound.

  "Ah..."

  She seemed to remember something, took out a small mirror from her waist, looked inside and exclaimed in surprise, threw the mirror away like avoiding snakes and scorpions, covered her face and ran.

  Having just experienced the shocking event of Lao Sang Shu, everyone in Liu Jia Zhuang was like a startled bird, and Ma Gu's passage was cleared without anyone daring to approach half a step.

  The old woman ran all the way back home, crying and screaming along the way, but it was unclear what had frightened her.

  "Tsk tsk tsk, quite a simple village girl, doesn't cry and still looks good, cries and becomes really ugly, you say so, Ning Feng."

  That Ning Feng's voice with a strong evil tone sounded again.

  This time everyone really heard it, and the sound was coming from that piece of mirror that had been thrown to the ground.

  No, the mirror didn't fall to the ground at all.

  It was floating about an inch off the ground, accompanied by a sound, and the mirror flipped over, flew to a height of about one person, and hovered there.

  "Huh?!"

  With a loud crash, the crowd, which had already retreated far away, suddenly surged back several meters.

  Seeing the scene in the mirror, Shu Bailin first retreated half a step, then raised his head and looked around in surprise.

  Looked at the mirror, then looked at Ning Feng, couldn't believe it and went back to look at the mirror again, repeating this process.

  "It's interesting."

  "He knows what I've been through before, and He knows where I come from; He knows my name."

  The wind subsided and became calm, gazing intently into the distance.

  His eyesight had been refined through the Luminous Body, and he had undergone two cycles of tempering during the Qi Refining stage. He was even more formidable than the greatest archer in the mortal world. Even at a distance, he could clearly see the scene in the mirror.

  In the mirror, there was another Ning Feng, smiling at him.

  "Who are you?"

  Inside and outside the mirror, two Ning Fengs stared at each other. After a moment, the Ning Feng outside the mirror asked in a calm voice.

  In the mirror, "Ning Feng" revealed a smile, still filled with an inexplicable evil charm. At least, Shu Bailian thought it was awkward and couldn't imagine such a smile appearing on Ning Feng's face.

  "My name is Ning Feng."

  Both sides echoed with the same voice, resonating in the same sky and earth, instantly making everyone feel a chill run down their spine.

  "I live in the mirror, it's another you."

  "I see the sun rise every day, and at that moment, I feel cold."

  "I see the moon rising every day, with a blood-like red color."

  "I've heard many stories where humans eat monsters, humans scare ghosts, and the monsters and ghosts are terrified every day, often shouting: 'It's chaos!'"

  "I saw with my own eyes a man laughing loudly as he died."

  "That eerie laughter echoed in every corner, above, below, and everywhere, there was no place to hide."

  "What I hate most is seeing people after they've taken a bath. After everyone has finished bathing, the smell on their body is like shit, no, it's ten thousand times more pungent than that."

  The person in the mirror made a "vomiting" expression, paused for a moment, and then continued: "One day, I suddenly realized that I had been living inside the mirror all along, and everything I saw was reversed."

  "Now we've met, you say, is it fun?"

  Ning Feng fell silent for a moment, beside him was Shu Baili's ghostly expression, and in his ears he could still hear him muttering to himself: "Inside the mirror, there's actually another world? Then is there another me?"

  "Hmm..."

  Ning Feng flipped her eyes, the expression on her face almost wrote out three words "so embarrassing", couldn't help but slap a palm on Shu Bailin's back of the head, sighing:

  "You really believed it?"