Venice is already a strong artistic atmosphere, and it is not surprising that there are artists performing on the roadside.

Although Borunarev's "half-man" look is strange, it is hard to say it is terrifying.

After all, it is a bright morning, with the azure sky and the azure sea, and the atmosphere is so warm that it is hard to fear - those who have watched ghost movies know that this ghost is not at work.

The right half of the body that "disappeared" in Porunarev only became transparent. There was no shocking blood on the human section, and no nauseating organs appeared.

If you look closely, not only does it not feel scary, but it also looks quite magical.

So, when Porunarev casually called himself a master of magic, the young tourist immediately believed it without any doubt.

He also seems to be an avid magic lover.

As soon as he heard Porunarev say, "Show you something more powerful", he immediately rushed up impatiently.

While approaching quickly, the young tourist stared at the remaining half of Borunarev's body and looked up and down:

"It's really amazing..."

"Can street close-up magic do this level?"

"There is no flaw at all, and there is no trace of magic props..."

He walked up to him in three steps and sighed in surprise around Porunarev:

"It's amazing! If you don't say anything, I'm afraid you'll be a magician with superpowers. Master...how did this happen?"

The young tourist observed half of Porunarev's body up close, his eyes full of fanaticism.

If it weren't for the most basic respect for the magic performer, he wouldn't even be able to reach out to touch the invisible half of the body of the "Master".

But even without this intention, he couldn't help but try to approach Porunarev.

"Don't move forward!"

Porunarev stopped him in time.

His right half of his body in the real world was a silver chariot holding a sword in his hand.

If this young tourist had silly hit him forward, he would have been poked to death by the "transparent sword" held by the silver chariot.

"oh oh."

The young tourists stopped busy.

He didn't know that he almost hit the silver chariot's right-hand sword tightly, just thinking that this was the safe distance required by the master to perform magic.

In this way, he stopped in a very good manner, and then asked impatiently:

"master."

"What else do you want to perform? How do you need me to cooperate?"

The young tourist asked in a very reasonable manner.

"Ahem...Ahem..."

Borunarev's mouth was filled with blood and he replied with difficulty:

"There are a few pieces of broken ice next to the car over there, so you can pick it up quickly."

The ice bags were originally made by the clerks with plastic bags, and the packaging was not reliable.

When the ice pack fell to the ground before, there were indeed a few pieces of broken ice left on the ground.

"Hurry up and go there after getting the broken ice..."

"Stand there, beside the iron fence guardrail by the bridge."

It is difficult to move the body, but it is not particularly difficult to move the wrist and fingers.

Porunarev tried his best to point out the direction:

"Go quickly and stand there."

"good!"

The young tourist nodded seriously.

He hurried to the car and picked up the pieces of broken ice, and turned around but asked in great confusion:

"Master, why are you bleeding from the corner of your mouth?"

"I see that I still have injuries on my body, and my face is not very good."

Not very good looking...

It would be strange if this look is good!

Porunarev felt helpless in his heart:

His other half of his body is still hitting him firmly in the mirror space.

The fist of the person in the mirror was very powerful to the flesh and blood body. After more than a dozen consecutive strokes, dozens of beats were beaten to the point of being sunken.

The ribs were shattered inch by inch, and the broken bones pierced deeply into the flesh and blood.

This is already a fatal injury.

But the powerful and heavy fist of the person in the mirror never stopped for a moment, as if he was hitting a nail into a wooden board, hammering the broken sternum to a deeper and more deadly place.

Porunarev naturally deeply understood these things.

The bones and flesh were called a mass of mud under the heavy blow, and now it flooded his brain like a flood.

But he knew better that he must not cry out for pain now, nor must he show his timidity:

"No, nothing..."

"This is just the effect of the show with makeup."

Porunarev tried hard to squeeze out an optimistic smile:

“This is my 'personality'.”

"I am now playing the defeated knight who is divided into two halves by the enemy and bound here."

"I see..."

"It's not only showing magic skills, but also integrating character plots into the performance... The master is indeed a master!"

The young tourist suddenly showed a sudden expression of enlightenment.

He had no doubts in his heart:

"Okay, I'll go over and take my seat now!"

As he said that, the young tourist immediately followed Porunarev's instructions and quickly walked to the bridge along the direction he pointed out.

He quickly stood firm beside the iron fence guardrail, and then turned around and asked:

"Master, what am I going to do now?"

"Don't knock on the iron fence beside you, the sound doesn't have to be too loud."

"Just as the force you accidentally encounter when walking."

Porunarev made a very strange request.

"good."

The young tourist tapped the iron fence without hesitation.

The sound is neither light nor heavy, but it can also be clearly transmitted far away.

"Then what?"

He asked about the next step with great anticipation.

"Turn your head and walk towards the train station with the iron fence."

Porunarev gave another incomprehensible instruction.

The young tourists subconsciously followed the instructions and turned around and started to act.

But before turning around, he couldn't help asking:

"Master, are there too many steps..."

"What kind of magic is this going to perform?"

"What magic..."

Porunarev smiled hard:

"Look at it well-"

"This is the magic of flames."

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In the mirror space.

The rules of mirror space are very special:
To be continued...