I have a long pupil

Chapter 7

Bewitched?

Zhang Biao's heart moved, and his pace slowed down.

If it were left in the past, he would only sneer at the theory of evil spirits, thinking it was a foolish talk of the common people.

But now, it pays special attention.

Earth Temple, Ghost Head Willow, Sanyang Jing...

There is no doubt that the spiritual energy of this world has recovered, so could it be that some evil thing has appeared again?

In order not to startle the snake, Zhang Biao pretended not to hear it, and squatted in front of another stall to check.

Sure enough, the old man looked at his back vigilantly and saw him asking the price from the stall owner opposite, so he quickly closed the stall and left in a hurry with the skinny boy.

One old and one young went out of Jixianfang, walked through the streets and alleys, and walked quickly towards the south of the city.

Zhang Biao naturally followed secretly.

Before I knew it, I arrived at Yongdingfang.

Zhang Biao frowned slightly and stopped.

Yujing City is poor in the north and Guizhou in the south. If Anzhenfang where he lives is a civilian area, it is a shanty town for refugees.

This Yongding square is close to the city wall, and it got its name because there is the entrance of Yongding canal in the square.

In the early days of the founding of Daliang, although [-] squares were built in Yujing City, the population was sparse at that time, and it was still a barren forest. There were even stories of tigers and wolves entrenched and cannibalizing people. One can imagine its remoteness.

Nowadays, refugees and beggars gather together, the dirt roads are full of potholes, sewage flows horizontally, and pedestrians are all in tattered clothes and unkempt.

Although Zhang Biao had changed into plain clothes, he was tall and straight, clean and tidy, and suddenly became a little conspicuous.

Sure enough, there were vicious eyes staring at him from the dark.

Zhang Biao glanced lightly, and turned into the dark alley.

Several beggars squatting on the street corner quickly got up, winked at each other, and followed in with sharp knives in their pockets.

In the dark alley full of miscellaneous trees, there was no one there.

On the towering wall, Zhang Biao had already shaken lightly, put away the soul seducing rope, lowered his body and moved forward like a civet cat...

……

In the dilapidated compound, garbage was piled up in a mess in the corner.

The tiled roof was covered with wormwood, half of the earthen wall collapsed, and even the beams were cracked and covered with cobwebs.

No matter how you look at it, it is a deserted house.

But in the yard, there were more than a dozen children gathered, big and small, all in tattered clothes and unkempt.

Their eyes were frightened, looking at the dead trees in the courtyard.

On the tree trunk, a boy with scars all over his head was tied up with hemp rope, unable to move his hands and feet, his face was distorted, and he was giggling.

"Grandpa is back!"

As the old man entered the door, the teenagers immediately surrounded him.

The old man didn't talk nonsense, looking at the tied boy with a scarlet head, he said with a gloomy expression, "Tell me, what's going on?"

A middle-aged man with a calm face said, "Don't blame me, my lord, the little lame didn't mean it."

"He got up this morning and something was wrong. He kept saying that someone called him in the warehouse, and then he went in and touched a bright object. That's it."

When the old man heard this, he was furious.

Snapped!
He slapped the boy hard and sent the boy who answered back flying away. He glanced around fiercely and said coldly, "How many times have I told you that only I can enter the warehouse."

"Every white-eyed wolf, if the old man hadn't taken him in, you would have starved to death long ago. You haven't learned the skills yet, and you are thinking of rebelling!"

The teenagers were all trembling, bowing their heads and not daring to speak.

In the dark alley outside the courtyard, Zhang Biao stood against the wall, followed a hole, and had a clear view of the situation inside.

This is a nest of soil mice.

There are many accidents and dangers in the life of tomb robbery.

Some old thieves are old, and they usually gather beggars, give a bite of food, and pass on some rough skills.

When working, someone looks out, someone goes to the tomb, and someone is responsible for digging holes. The division of labor is clear.

These teenagers are called disciples, but in fact they are all the tools of old thieves. When encountering the organs in the tomb, they depend on their lives.

Only the clever ones will slowly learn the craft, or run away to work alone, or kill the old thief and become the leader.

Generations have grown up like this.

Of course, these teenagers are not simple.

From a young age, he has seen the warmth and coldness of the world, suffered all kinds of supercilious looks, and all of them have a heart as hard as iron, cunning and vicious.

If the old thief can't control it, he will be backlashed immediately.

Sure enough, the old rat man ignored the lame-headed boy who seemed to be possessed and smirked, and asked coldly, "Which artifact did he move?"

The young man who was beaten just now struggled to get up, his face was swollen and purple, but he didn't dare to show any resentment, but bowed his head respectfully and said, "Grandpa, it's the bronze mirror we found in the Snake Temple."

"You said that thing is unlucky, and it is probably not worth much, so it has been thrown in the corner of the warehouse."

"Is that something?"

The old thief looked at an earthen house, his eyes were uncertain, and then he sneered and said: "This old man has been eating the dead all his life, no matter how weird the thing is, it's just a magic poison to scare people."

"This little lame, his hands and feet are not clean on weekdays. It's probably because of the sores and pus flowing into his brain. I'm stupid."

Then, looking at the young man who was beaten, he threw out a bunch of keys, "Xiao Tian, ​​go, take out that bronze mirror."

"what?"

"Ah what, hurry up!"

The young man who was beaten had a bitter face, but he didn't dare to disobey, picked up the key, and walked into the room tremblingly.

This kid was also a bit shrewd. He tore off his ragged clothes, pulled the bronze mirror over with a stick, wrapped it up and ran out, throwing it on the ground.

Gollum...

The bronze mirror dripped and rolled down, and everyone retreated quickly.

Zhang Biao also looked along the cracks in the wall.

It was a palm-sized bronze mirror, with the front facing down, and only the backside could be seen with complex patterns, including hexagrams and ghost faces.

No matter how you look at it, it is not something that normal people use.

"Grandpa."

The eyes of the boy holding the mirror were full of fear, "This... this mirror is as cold as ice!"

"Oh?"

As soon as these words came out, the old thief's face twitched slightly.

His eyes were uncertain, he hesitated for a long time, and suddenly said: "In our business, be careful when sailing for ten thousand years. If there is something weird, throw it away."

As he said that, his eyes suddenly rolled, "We are not blessed to enjoy this thing, old ghost Liu must like it very much."

"Xiao Tian, ​​throw the mirror at his door, so that no one can see it!"

The young man who was beaten had a bitter face, then wrapped up the bronze mirror in his torn clothes, and ran out of the broken courtyard.

He turned left and right all the way, and came to another desolate old alley. He didn't bother to check, threw down the bronze mirror, turned and left.

Call ~
Accompanied by the wind from his clothes, Zhang Biao fell from the wall, tore off a broken mat, wrapped the bronze mirror and left quickly...

…………

bang bang bang...

As soon as he got home, Zhang Biao did almost the same thing as the boy, throwing the mirror on the ground.

Without him, this mirror is strange.

Even through the straw mat, there seems to be a coolness spreading down the arms, making people feel chills.

Zhang Biao touched his palm with a solemn expression.

The temperature in the palm didn't change, just like when I looked at the ghost willow before, the coolness directly affected the spirit.

Could it be related to the spirit world?
After hesitating for a while, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity and began to use the eyes of spiritual vision.

Sure enough, the operation was a bit sluggish.

But to Zhang Biao's surprise, although his forehead was icy cold, he did not have the vision that he had when he was looking at Guitou Liu.

Accompanied by a burst of exhaustion, information flooded in:

Ecstasy Mirror (Yellow Grade [-])
1. A ritual vessel made of bronze, the mirror surface is inlaid with dead jade, and the back is engraved with Sanyin symbols and charm patterns.After thousands of years of mottled, already incomplete.

2. Shadows and dark charms are born, and the fog forgets the way back.Hold this mirror, qi and blood as a guide, words can induce, you can use tricks: ecstasy (Yellow-level first-class).

3. If the mirror pattern is damaged, those with a strong will can resist it.

4. Its previous owner once used the bronze mirror to confuse people and seek benefits, but because of this, he was addicted to desire and was backlashed to death...

magic weapon? !
Zhang Biao's eyes were full of surprises.

Although he has mastered the Qi refining method of the "Three Yang Classics", he is only at the second grade of the Huang class, so he is not a high-end product.

There is very little knowledge about the world of practice.

For example, the jar of incense ash, without knowing how to use it, can only be placed under the bed to continue to accumulate ash.

Now, finally, there is a breakthrough.

Trick: Enchantment.

Is this the name of a technique in the practice world? Why is it called trickery?Sounds a little ominous.

The first product of the yellow rank, the rank is not high.

However, Zhang Biao was pleasantly surprised.

According to the reminder of the spiritual eye, using the bronze mirror to perform this technique does not require any incantations and true qi, but uses qi and blood as a guide and words to induce.

Kind of like past life hypnotism...

But, how should Qi and blood be used as a guide?

Zhang Biao originally wanted to continue his research, but today he used too much of the eyes of spiritual vision, and was mentally sleepy, with bouts of drowsiness.

He simply warmed up the remaining medicinal food from yesterday and went to bed early.

The bright moon shines on the window lattice, and his mind is full of thoughts.

Judging from the suicide notes left by monks in the "Sanyang Jing", the coming of the Dharma-ending era is a long time.

And now that the aura of the earth is recovering today, the Black Sun and Blood Moon are gaining momentum. Although it seems that the turmoil has subsided, changes are quietly brewing.

Ghost-headed Willow in West Market, Ecstasy Mirror...

Both of these things were discovered today alone.

This kind of change is estimated to be bigger and bigger, and he has no idea what will happen in the future.

Fortunately, I have awakened the eyes of spiritual vision and made some preparations in advance in order to cope with future changes...

(End of this chapter)