in the name of evil

Chapter 17 Not only did it not plant, but it also opened up by the way
In retrospect, Jiang Li was not only lucky to be able to successfully break the game, but also Xiaocao.

Jiang Li decided from the attitude of the mirror image that the oil painting still had secrets that he did not know, so he decided to study the oil painting in the mirror world.

He was right about one thing, a passage really needs to have two openings, so the oil paintings of both worlds must also be complete.

Coupled with Song Xian's desperate desire to get out of the oil painting when he wanted to destroy it, Jiang Li guessed the mystery of it.

When Song Xian was trapped in the mirror world, she guessed that the oil painting was the key, but she definitely didn't think as much as Jiang Li. She just wanted to destroy the oil painting, so the only mirror image that had established a connection with the oil painting was replaced by the oil painting. A certain way forcibly pulled her back, and Song Xian also had a chance to return to the real world.

It is equivalent to the mirror image and Song Xian switching roles.

This can also explain why Song Xian's emotions fluctuate in the diary, because the person who controls Song Xian's body is not the same person at all.

As for why Song Xian didn't tell her father about this, it is probably because the mirror image threatened her, and if she was exposed, her parents would be killed or something.

For such a supernatural power, Song Xian, as a good girl who relies on her parents, will naturally obey the mirror image.

But she didn't know that in many cases, obedience may not be rewarded with good intentions, but worsened maliciousness.

This also led to tragedy.

Thinking about this clearly, Jiang Li wanted to try to destroy the oil painting in the mirror world, to see if he could exchange bodies with the mirror image again.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Xian exceeded his expectations and directly occupied the oil painting.

In other words, the person cursed by the oil painting is no longer the mirror image, but Song Xian.

So when Song Xian revealed her figure from the oil painting, Jiang Li changed her plan. He wanted Song Xian to leave the oil painting completely and enter the mirror world.

An enemy's enemy is a friend, and since Song Xian tried to warn Jiang Li by destroying the mirror, most likely she did not have any malice towards Jiang Li.

However, the development of the situation often exceeds expectations.

So when Song Xian broke away from the oil painting and hugged Jiang Li fiercely with a face darker than a black man's, the person concerned was stunned.

Jiang Li said, "Please respect yourself" and pushed Song Xian away.

But Song Xian didn't resist, she was like a well-behaved cat, standing quietly beside Jiang Li.

Jiang Li was keenly aware that Song Xian didn't come here for herself, but more like a cat who saw catnip, and this catnip was Xiaocao.

Xiaocao has more and more secrets, which makes Jiang Li a little uneasy.

However, relying on Xiaocao's strength, Jiang Li unexpectedly gained control of the oil painting.

After Song Xian left the oil painting, Jiang Li felt Xiaocao's desire to devour the oil painting, and put his hand on the oil painting. Immediately after, Xiaocao, like a greedy glutton, forcibly ate the oil painting dry and wiped it clean. The soul of Jiang Li - a miniature oil painting was sucked into Jiang Li's mind.

Jiang Li was able to communicate with Song Xian through the oil painting like a dog licking the grass.

Oil painting can affect the reality contained in it to a certain extent.

However, Song Xian's ability to control the power of oil painting is not as good as the mirror image, but the position of the mirror image is occupied by Song Xian.

Moreover, the mirror image is still sealed in the mirror world, and the sacrifice must still be completed in order to be released.

So a stalemate formed between the two. Song Xian couldn't leave the oil painting like the mirror image before, but she didn't want to harm others to improve her strength.

The mirror image is subject to Song Xian who is attached to the oil painting, and cannot do whatever he wants.

So the two made an agreement, unless the person touched the secret of the oil painting, the mirror image could not pull people into the mirror space at will.

Until Jiang Li's arrival.

After noticing that the oil painting surrendered to Jiang Li, to be precise, the grass, Song Xian also expressed her obedience to Jiang Li.

Jiang Li originally wanted to erase the mirror image directly through oil painting, but Song Xian begged Jiang Li, hoping to get back the face taken away by the mirror image, and to avenge her mother who was eaten away by half and only her body was left, so Jiang Li made a plan , giving Song Xian a chance to kill the mirror image with her own hands.

She told Jiang Li that in fact she was not complete, because when she was in the mirror world, her face was almost taken away by the mirror image, and it was precisely because the mirror image pretended to be herself that she wanted to harm her mother, so she was willing to be part of the oil painting.

It is precisely because of its incompleteness that it is only possible to touch the mirror image with the power of the oil painting, and it is necessary to prevent the mirror image from reoccupying the oil painting at all times.

"Did the words that suddenly appeared at the end of the diary be the ones you manifested to your father through the oil painting?"

"Yes."

"Did you tell him everything?"

"My ability is not enough to manifest so many words."

"Then what did you say?"

"Dad, I love you."

Jiang Li took the last puff of his cigarette, sighed, and casually threw the cigarette at his feet and stamped it out.

After making sure there were no missing details, he opened the House of the Cleaners and clicked Submit Task.

[The House of Cleaners will arrange for professionals to conduct an assessment, please wait for the follow-up notice. 】

Although Jiang Li was still a little depressed, if he had known that Xiaocao was so perverted, he would not have had so many troubles in the follow-up if he had directly drawn Song Xian out of the oil painting in the real world.

It's all because Qin Zheng's lighter suddenly broke. Qin Zheng really did all kinds of bad things.

But fortunately, the trial task was still successfully completed, and then just wait for the notification to earn points and make money.

"Huh, get off work and get off work."

Jiang Li patted his butt, ready to leave the unlucky place and go home to study the grass.

Originally thought Xiaocao would only make him smarter, but after a whole day, he found that this grass was not that simple.

However, he soon discovered a problem. It seemed that there was no way to get a taxi in the suburbs at four o'clock in the morning.
So optimistic Jiang Li had to decide to walk home.

"Woo! It's exactly seven or eight o'clock in the morning when I walk home, and I can still have a good meal when I have thirty left. I'm so happy."

Poverty can always stimulate the potential of human beings, just like Jiang Li at this time
But what Jiang Li didn't notice when he left was that there were two people playing chess on the roof of a residential building not far from him that couldn't be illuminated by street lights.

"Amitabha, Daoist Zhang, long time no see, it's rare to see such progress in playing chess together."

"Grandmaster Huiyi, I'm sorry. Xiaodao is free on weekdays. Apart from teaching my incompetent nephew, he just studies the game of chess. Alas, talking about my nephew just makes me worry, so I won't mention it."

There was no moonlight or street lighting, but the two of them could still see the chessboard and chess pieces clearly in the dark. When they looked carefully, their eyes had a subtle golden light bursting out.

"Daozhang Zhang is talking about little friend Zhang Yin? The poor monk heard that little friend Zhang Yin is extremely talented and is expected to compete for the inheritance of the celestial master in the future. Why is Zhang Daoyou so angry at him for not fighting?"

The monk named Hui Yi was a little curious.

Zhang Daochang flicked his sleeved robe, with a look of hating iron but not steel, and said bitterly: "I didn't deny his talent, on the contrary, it was precisely because of his talent that I cultivated him a lot, but I didn't expect that, A few years ago, he became obsessed with Dongyang's Two-dimensional, addicted to it, playing with things and losing his mind, if this continues, he will not be far from being useless!"

Huiyi recited the Buddha's name and stopped talking.

The two of them concentrated on playing chess, they both thought about it for a long time before they made a move.

Finally, Zhang Daochang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and dropped his last son.

Five black chess pieces are connected in a line.

"Master Huiyi, it seems that I am slightly better, hahaha."

Huiyi clasped his palms together and sighed, "A game of backgammon is really broad and profound, and I lost."

Putting away the chessboard, Daoist Zhang took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and said: "The newcomer has submitted the task, and the results of the trial should be almost out. Master Huiyi, let's go and have a look."

"good."

(End of this chapter)