The strangeness has come, I am a god with trillions of ghost money

Chapter 217: The Flaw of the Illusion

After seeing the message sent by Xi Jinzhi, Song Mang thought about it carefully, but still couldn't remember anything about what happened before going to bed, nor did he have any memory of a mirror.

He sent another message.

The cold butler: [It is possible that you have seen it but have forgotten it. The Samsara Mirror can tamper with your memory. In addition, the longer you stay in it, the more your memory will be tampered with, and you may lose all your memory. ]

Song Mang: [How can I get out? ]

Cold butler: [First, find the flaws in the illusion you are in, and then find a breakthrough from the flaws. ]

Song Mang: [Okay.]

Song Mang put away his phone and was about to go out to check.

Her phone rang again.

Cold Male Servant: [The main function of the Samsara Mirror is to erase the memories of some powerful ghosts, eliminate their resentment, and then send them into the Samsara path.

There are still many resentful souls in the Samsara Mirror. Although some of them have had their memories erased, they are still very aggressive because of their heavy resentment and evil spirits. Be careful. 】

Song Mang: [Thanks for the reminder! ]

Song Mang looked at all the messages on his mobile phone and decided to go to the company to "work".

Now that she is alone at home, it is not easy for her to find any flaws.

Once you arrive at the company, you will definitely come into contact with many people, and you can find flaws from your daily interactions with some people.

Song Mang came out of his house and came to the community parking lot, ready to drive to the company.

But just as she found her car, she heard bursts of funeral music coming from the other end of the community.

The sounds of suona, gongs and drums became louder and louder, and a hearse drove over from another road in the community and headed towards the entrance of the community.

The community where Song Mang lives is an old one with many elderly people. In the past, elderly people often died and funerals were held directly in the community.

Song Mang glanced over there.

The hearse drove over very slowly, and there was a large group of people walking in front of the car. In addition to the deceased's family members wearing white coats, there was also a funeral band beating drums and gongs and playing suona, and there were also people driving electric tricycles carrying a large pile of paper wreaths.

Originally, Song Mang didn't take this matter to heart, but when she was about to look away, she suddenly saw a lot of paper fighter jets on the electric tricycle!
Song Mang hurried over and took a closer look.

"Except for the paper fighter, the workmanship of the other paper items is very crude, and it is obvious that they were not made by one person! Moreover, the shape of this paper fighter is exactly the same as the one I used before!"

Song Mang ran to the electric tricycle and couldn't help but take out a paper fighter jet from it.

She dismantled the paper fighter on the spot and found that it was missing a lot of parts and had some differences in details from the fighter she was using.

This is……

The paper fighter jet made by Yanzhe?
Song Mang looked at the fighter jet in his hand with a complicated expression. Then he took out a pen from his bag and wrote his birth date on the paper fighter jet.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

The funeral procession stopped and everyone looked at Song Mang, with some dissatisfaction on their faces.

"Why are you even trying to steal something from a dead person?"

The family member who was driving the electric scooter carrying funeral supplies jumped out and tried to take back the paper fighter jet.

Song Mang took a step away and said to him, "I want this, please sell it to me."

"Do not sell!"

The man said fiercely, "I burned this for my father, how can I give it to you! Give it back to me now!"

Song Mang added, "I've bought this kind of paper figurines at funeral shops, and they cost a few hundred yuan at most. How about I give you two thousand?"

Song Mang's bag still contained cash from before the apocalypse, so she took out two thousand yuan. "Who wants your filthy money!"

The man impatiently knocked away Song Mang's money, stared at the paper fighter and said, "This thing can't be bought with any amount of money. We are not qualified to use it, let alone you! Return it quickly, or don't blame us for being rude!"

"Yes, return it soon!"

"You're so wicked that you want to steal the things of a dead person! Be careful, or someone will come after you tonight!"

The others also looked at Song Mang unfriendly.

"I'm sorry, I just thought this thing was very exquisite, so I wanted to take it over and take a look."

Song Mang looked at these people and quickly wrote his date of birth on the interior of the paper fighter jet.

Song Mang put the paper fighter back together and said, "I've put it back together. I'll give it back to you."

She gave the paper fighter plane to the man.

The man took the paper fighter back and his expression improved a little. He threw the paper fighter back into the tricycle.

The others were still looking at Song Mang.

Song Mang lowered his head and glanced at his phone, "It's over, I'm going to be late for work!"

She turned and ran towards her car.

After seeing her leave, those people withdrew their gaze, continued to play funeral music and left the community.

Song Mang sat in his car, watching the funeral procession leave the community, his eyes darkened.

Those faces are worth two thousand dollars, as long as there is that paper fighter, it seems that they are the flaw.

But why are there Yanzhe’s paper-made figures here?
Song Mang couldn't help but think of the divine aura on Yan Zhe's body, "Could it be that the divine aura on Yan Zhe's body comes from the Samsara Mirror? If Yan Zhe can control the Samsara Mirror, this flaw is too obvious."

If Yan Zhe deliberately created this flaw, then why didn't he write his birth date on the paper?
There is no birth date written on the paper-made item, so she can write it and burn it and use it.

It's like giving her paper-made items to use!

Song Mang thought for a while and decided to send a message to Xi Jinzhi to ask.

Song Mang: [I think I found a flaw, what should I do? ]

The cold male servant: [The function of the Samsara Mirror itself is to erase memories and send souls into the reincarnation path. It cannot create illusions. The illusion you are in should be created by a ghost in the Samsara Mirror.

I forgot which ghost it was, but you can deal with it based on the flaws, and then you can escape from the illusion, and I will pick you up then. 】

Song Mang: [But I can't use space, ghost cards, or ghost money, how can I get rid of that ghost? ]

The cold butler: [You need to figure it out yourself. ]

Song Mang: [Are all these things of mine gone? ]

The cold butler: [You cannot use the space, joker cards, and ghost money. This is the restriction of your soul by the Samsara Mirror. You can use them again when you come out of the Samsara Mirror.]

Song Mang felt relieved after seeing these words.

She still has trillions of paper money and an entire space full of paper-made items. She can't just lose them like that!
Song Mang drove his car and followed the funeral procession, wanting to see if the ghost that Xi Jinzhi mentioned was in this procession.

The funeral procession headed towards the suburbs.

Song Mang also drove over.

When she was about to reach the suburbs, she glanced at the rearview mirror and suddenly found that there was an extra person in the back seat of the car!

But she looked closely.

But that person disappeared!