“It sounds a bit scary…”

Then, she nodded gently and said:

"Theoretically, there is this possibility."

"Jiang Xiaoyue's spiritual world is really a strange place..." The two ladies present at Shang Jianyao Gang expressed their feelings in their hearts, "No wonder that the 'high-level unintentional person' developed obsession."

Zhou Yue secretly agreed and raised questions:

"Didn't you say he wants to enter Nankeguan and inform us of important information?

"Why don't you come in and just create illusions for us?"

"This is just a guess." Jiang Baimian was a little speechless.

At this time, Shang Jianyao shook his head and said:

"Because you are not polite enough."

"Uh?" Zhou Yue looked at the tall and big young man in confusion, "Do you want to stand up and greet him?"

Shang Jianyao pointed to the mirror facing him:

"There are too many mirrors here, how do you let him in?"

"Yes!" Zhou Yue suddenly realized.

Jiang Baimian also figured out the key.

She and Zhou Yue looked at each other, took a breath, turned the mirrors around her body and the back facing outward.

As the strong wind blew, the branches in the Taoist temple patio swayed in the night.

After only two or three minutes, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, Zhou Yue also turned his attention to the entrance of the hall.

In the darkness, a figure stumbled out. He was an old man over 60 years old, wearing messy gray-white hair, wearing all kinds of clothes on his body, and his eyes were turbid and covered with blood.

He looked back as he walked, and in the void, his faces were highlighted, his expression was distorted, and his eyes were red.

This "highly unintentional person" walked faster and faster, and finally ran away, but he could not get rid of the countless faces that were revealed in the night around him.

Gradually, a half-high railing and an open glass window appeared in front of him.

This "highly unintentional person" climbed onto the railing and started to mutter to himself in a daze:

"Are you going to force me to death... Are you going to force me to death..."

The sound is feminine and erratic, not like it comes from a man, but from a woman somewhere far away.

At this moment, the pupils of the "high-level unintentional person" reflected the shrine of Nan Keguan, and the dragon symbols inlaid with fragmented mirrors were reflected.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and made Jojo's sound in his throat, as if the dying beast was struggling with all his might.

Shang Jianyao, Zhou Yue and Jiang Baimian each took a few steps to this illusion, and finally heard a few words that the "high-level unintentional person" seemed to squeeze out from his chest:
Chapter completed!