Blind Ghostwriter: Starts with the full level of Nine Yang Magic Skill

Chapter 295 The Person in the Mirror (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"what--!!!!"

A piercing scream shattered the silence of the princess's residence.

Li Li subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face, but her fingertips touched not soft, warm skin, but a sticky, cold, and slick sensation with a putrid, fishy smell.

She looked down at her hands and saw that her fingertips were covered in a foul-smelling black sludge mixed with rotting grass roots and wriggling insects!

"Ah!! What is this?"

Li Li's scream turned into a desperate roar. She staggered backward and knocked over the chair behind her.

Just as she stepped back, a terrifying scene unfolded!

Her already distorted face was covered in mud, which was falling off in a frenzy. The skin on her neck was peeling off and collapsing in large pieces, like wallpaper that had been soaked in water!
The structure beneath her skin was exposed—not flesh and blood, but black sludge churning and entangled with countless thin earthworms and white maggots! This sludge seemed to possess life, writhing and flowing violently as her body trembled.

"Pfft... Pfft..."

A series of nauseating sounds rang out.

Her neck, shoulders, arms, body...

Like a punctured clay doll, her magnificent palace attire was quickly soaked and corroded, large chunks of "flesh" mixed with mud, maggots, and broken earthworms sliding onto the floor. Her body was rapidly "melting"!
"Help...help me...early winter, Gu Mo..."

Li Li's voice became indistinct, carrying the gurgling sound of churning mud, filled with endless fear and pleading.

Her eyes were the last human feature to disappear; they were filled with unbelievable despair as she stared intently at Gu Chudong before being completely submerged by the surging black mud.

In just a few breaths, the vibrant and alluring Princess Chengyang vanished.

All that remained was a pool of writhing, foul-smelling black mud, and a strikingly thin, white finger bone lying alone amidst the filth.

The living room was deathly silent, with only the faint sounds of maggots wriggling in the mud and bubbling in the sludge, and Gu Chudong covering her mouth, her face pale with extreme fear and nausea.

The air was thick with the suffocating stench of decaying sewers.

"Brother, what's going on?" Gu Chudong asked in a panic.

Gu Mo's expression remained calm as he said, "This is the case we've been investigating. There's a clay figure impersonating a real person; this Li Li is an imposter!"

At this moment, Ye Chen's face was ashen, and his stomach was churning. The shock of this scene reminded him of his unpleasant experience in the brothel. He gritted his teeth to keep from vomiting on the spot. He pointed at the puddle of mud, his voice trembling, "Brother... and... and exactly the same as that in the brothel! It was the same situation!"

Gu Mo's eyes were icy cold, and he exuded a chilling aura.

He bent down and carefully enveloped the slender finger bone with an invisible stream of true energy, pulling it out of the mud. The finger bone was icy cold to the touch, and a faint but extremely eerie "life force" remained on it.

This "anger" is the same as the "anger" on the skeleton of Lady Yu.

"As expected, it is constantly evolving and growing, slowly transforming from a clay figure into a real person. It seems that Li Li was recently replaced, so only a human bone has grown out!" Gu Mo said in a deep voice.

"Brother," Gu Chudong asked hurriedly, "Then...is Chengyang...still alive?"

Gu Mo said in a deep voice, "We can only leave it to fate and do our best!"

now,

The guards from the princess's residence arrived, and they were all bewildered by the scene before them.

Gu Mo wasn't interested in explaining further, only saying, "Princess Chengyang is in danger."

Everyone in the princess's residence knew Gu Mo's identity, and no one dared to question it or suspect that Gu Mo and his group had murdered Princess Chengyang.

Afterwards, Gu Mo found a guard who knew the clay figurine shop to lead the way.

Then, carrying the guard, he transformed into a blur and darted out the door.

Ye Chen suppressed his nausea and weakness in his legs, looked at the still slightly wriggling mud, shivered violently, and shouted, "Wait for my big brother!" He also quickly used his lightness skill to chase after him.

Gu Chudong and Hongyi stayed at the princess's residence instead of getting involved.

……

There is no curfew in Chang'an, but there are very few people around at night.

Gu Mo carried the guards like a gust of wind, but he still took care of Ye Chen and slowed down as much as possible so that Ye Chen could keep up.

Before long, they flew over half of Chang'an City and arrived at Tingyu Town.

The night was as dark as ink, and Tingyu Town slept in silence. The town was small, and the mud-brick alley was even more remote and narrow. Gu Mo and Ye Chen, like two ghosts, silently landed at the alley entrance.

The fourth house had no sign at the entrance, only two tightly closed, old wooden doors with peeling paint. No light shone through the cracks in the doors; only deathly darkness.

Gu Mo placed the guard who had led the way on the ground, letting him leave on his own. Then, he walked to the door without hesitation, placed his palm on the door panel, and released a slight burst of internal energy. With a soft "click," the latch broke, and the wooden door slid silently inward.

The courtyard was small, and the scene that came into view under the cold, pale moonlight made Gu Mo, who was used to seeing all kinds of storms, shrink his pupils slightly, while Ye Chen gasped and felt the hairs on his body stand on end!

The courtyard was packed with people—in the center, at the corners of the walls, and in the shadows of the eaves!
They were all made of mud.

They are depicted in various poses, some standing, some sitting, some leaning, some lying down. There are farmers dressed in simple clothes, women with their hair tied up, children playing, old men leaning on canes, and even wealthy merchants dressed in fine silks and satins… Each one is sculpted with exquisite detail and lifelike realism. The expressions on their faces are so rich that they are chilling—smiles, sorrow, surprise, contemplation, kindness… Under the pale moonlight, these frozen expressions not only lack any vitality but also exude an indescribable eeriness and deathly stillness.

Most of their eyes were empty, but some were inlaid with polished obsidian or glass beads as pupils. These "eyes" reflected a cold light under the moonlight, as if silently watching the uninvited guests, their gazes seemingly shifting slightly with the movements of Gu Mo and Ye Chen.

The entire courtyard resembled a bizarre market that had been paused, or a vast and silent army of clay figures. The night wind blew by, carrying dust and an indescribable smell, and seemed to cause the clay sculptures' faces to distort and shift slightly in the light and shadow.

Gu Mo's gaze, sharp as an eagle's, swept over the chilling array of clay figures, finally settling on the deepest part of the courtyard, inside a workshop with its door half-open.

There were no lights in the workshop, but by the moonlight, one could see the outlines of what appeared to be more clay figures, and... a person was busy at a "workbench".

"Gulp..." Ye Chen swallowed hard, his voice dry and filled with uncontrollable fear, "Big...Big Brother...is this...are they trying to turn the whole of Chang'an into mud?"

He instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, his knuckles turning white. The deathly silence of the courtyard, the lifelike clay figures, sent chills down his spine more than the sight of a thousand troops.

Gu Mo did not answer; his entire focus was on the dark entrance to the workshop and the person inside meticulously kneading clay.

He slowly lifted his foot and silently stepped into this eerie and terrifying silent place made of earth.

The moonlight stretched his shadow long, casting it onto the hollow eye sockets and frozen smiles of the clay figures, adding to the eeriness of the scene.

"Sir...it's late, and our shop is closed. If you need anything, please come back after dawn," the person kneading the mud said without looking up, his voice deep and hoarse.

Ye Chen took out a tinderbox, stepped forward, and lit the oil lamp in the room. He scolded, "Manager Song, right? Stop playing tricks here. You've been caught!"

The man slowly raised his head, his face pale beneath his disheveled hair, the wrinkles on his face quite noticeable, and his dark circles under his eyes clearly indicating he hadn't had enough rest. He slowly washed his hands, bowed to Gu Mo and Ye Chen, and asked, "Which government office are you two from?"

Gu Mo sized up "Manager Song". The man was hunched over, dressed simply, and covered in black mud. He had a strong fishy smell and was clearly someone who had been dealing with mud for a long time. He looked like a commoner.

"I dare not accept the title of 'honored guest'," Gu Mo said, cupping his hands in greeting. "However, I do indeed have the authority to handle cases authorized by the imperial court. My name is Gu Mo. I wonder if I should address you as Manager Song or Master Da Bei?"

Shopkeeper Song raised his head, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, then smiled slightly and said, "I knew you two had come because you had found out about the clay figure, but I didn't expect that Master Gu would even recognize my identity? However, I have some doubts. 'Da Bei' just came out of Zhaixing Tower a few days ago and is currently at the Honglu Temple. No one has questioned his identity for twenty years. How did Master Gu recognize him?"

Ye Chen looked completely bewildered and said, "No way, you're the Great Compassionate Monk? Weren't you arrested for twenty years?"

"Manager Song" looked at Ye Chen with a puzzled expression and asked, "Who are you?"

Ye Chen quickly introduced himself, saying, "This junior is Ye Chen, a native of Chu. I am not talented, but I am the third-ranked person on the Chu martial arts ranking list!"

Manager Song looked at Ye Chen with great satisfaction and said, "Not bad, not bad, to have achieved so much at such a young age!"

"So-so, only third place." Ye Chen was very smug.

Gu Mo chuckled and said to Manager Song, "Since the Master has heard of me, he should also know that I have solved many strange and mysterious cases in the martial arts world. It shouldn't be surprising that I could recognize that the Great Compassion was an imposter, right?"

Shopkeeper Song shook his head and said, "I believe you were able to see through the fake Da Bei by finding clues from other places and making guesses. But I don't believe you could tell it was fake. No one in this world could see that it was fake, because it wasn't fake; it was the real Da Bei!"

Gu Mo asked, "What do you mean?"

Shopkeeper Song slowly walked to the door, sat on the steps, and asked, "Master Gu, do you believe that beyond the world we see before us, there is another world, or even many, many worlds, and we exist in every one of them?"

Gu Mo nodded slightly. This was the parallel world theory that even children in his previous life knew.

"Shopkeeper Song" asked with some surprise, "Does Master Gu really believe that?"

"letter."

“That’s great,” Manager Song continued, “I believe it too, but where do these worlds come from? I’ve thought about it for many years, and in the end, I think they come from people, from anyone.”

Whether ordinary people or high-ranking officials, they all have one thing in common: they are all conscious and constantly generate thoughts. And in the instant that different thoughts arise, a new world is born.

"Manager Song" turned his head to look at Gu Mo and said, "For example, right now, I have a thought, which is to kill you, Hero Gu. Although I did not make a move, at the moment my consciousness arose, a world was born, and in that world, I attacked you!"

"You're talking nonsense," Ye Chen said, pursing his lips. "If we follow your logic, how many worlds would there be? A person would have countless thoughts in their lifetime, which would then create countless worlds, and the people in those countless worlds would also have countless thoughts in their lifetime, which would then create countless more worlds... If this cycle continues, wouldn't it be endless!"

"Manager Song" chuckled and said, "It is inherently endless. In fact, the world we are in now may have been created by someone in another world at a certain moment from a certain thought."

Ye Chen curled his lip and said, "Alright, we don't have time to listen to your nonsense. You have two things to do now: one, hand over Princess Li Li of Chengyang; two, honestly tell us how many clay figures you released. If you do, we might give you a quick death. Otherwise, we'll give you all 180 kinds of torture from the Six Doors!"

"Manager Song" ignored Ye Chen's threat and instead looked at Gu Mo, asking, "Master Gu, do you agree with what I said?"

Gu Mo smiled slightly and said, "I agree, but if you're looking for a fellow Daoist who shares your thoughts, you've come to the wrong person. I'm a rather pragmatic person. I have no interest in thinking about broad, abstract, and unverifiable philosophies. Right now, I'm more concerned about where Princess Chengyang is, and how many clay figures you've released so far."

"Manager Song" said, "She's inside the house, but does it matter? She's just Princess Chengyang from one of the infinite worlds. The one in the princess's mansion now is also Princess Chengyang, whom I summoned from another world."

It doesn't matter how many clay figures there are in Chang'an today. They are who they are. Given time, they will become who they truly are. They were created from a single thought of his; he is who he is, without distinction. Why are you so fixated on which "he" he is?

Ye Chen sneered, "You make it sound so easy. If that's the case, then you can summon another version of yourself from another world. Why don't you just die now? Since there's another you, it doesn't matter whether you live or die. So..."

His words came to an abrupt halt, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat. All the expressions on his face froze instantly, leaving only utter astonishment and unbelievable terror!
The "Manager Song" sitting on the stone steps suddenly had an indescribable smile on his face and replied, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, "Manager Song" suddenly raised his hands, his ten fingers like hooks, and dug them hard into the flesh on both sides of his neck!
The movements were as fast as lightning, yet carried a resolute and chilling calmness.

"Pfft—Crack!"

A sickeningly loud tearing sound, accompanied by the crisp cracking of a neck bone, suddenly rang out!

Blood, not spurting, but gushing out like a flood from a burst dam, gushed wildly from the huge wound he had torn open himself!

The force was so great that his head was instantly severed from his neck!
The aged head, with a frozen, eerie smile, reached forward, cradling its head in its hands and offering it to Ye Chen. Its empty eyes met Ye Chen's horrified face.

The headless body remained seated, blood gushing from the severed neck, splattering onto the mottled stone steps and the mud figures on either side, staining them with a glaring crimson.

The intense stench of blood instantly overwhelmed the earthy smell, filling the deathly silent courtyard.

Gu Mo's pupils contracted sharply. Even with his composure, he was stunned by this sudden and incomprehensible method of self-destruction!
He had no idea this plot would take this turn.

Ye Chen was completely stunned. He looked down at the headless corpse offering him its head, and his mind went completely blank.

"Big...Big brother...he...he..."

Ye Chen pointed at the corpse, unsure of what to say to express the turmoil he felt at that moment.

Gu Mo's face was so dark it could drip water. He quickly stepped forward, probing the carotid artery and heart of the headless corpse with his fingers, and then examining the rolled-off head. Cold, stiff, lifeless.

“He’s dead.” Gu Mo’s voice was icy. “But it wasn’t a great tragedy for him.”

Not only did the system not give any warning, but traces of mud could also be faintly seen in the corpse. It was also a mud figure, only one that had almost completely transformed into a human.

"Let's find Chengyang first!"

Gu Mo made a quick decision, ignoring the corpses and heads on the ground, and his sharp gaze swept towards the half-open workshop door.

He had already used his domain to lock onto the courtyard when he arrived, so he wasn't worried about the other party escaping. Of course, if the other party could break through his domain, then they had escaped on their own merits, and there was nothing more to say.

Ye Chen quickly recovered and followed Gu Mo into the workshop.

The workshop was even darker and more cluttered than the outside. Various clay materials, tools, and wooden frames were scattered haphazardly. On the wooden frames against the wall were more unfinished clay figures of various shapes and lifelike appearances. Under the flickering oil lamp light, their silent silhouettes resembled lurking ghosts.

There are also many glass mirrors of different sizes hanging in all directions, on the beams, in the corners, or on the tables. There are at least fifty or sixty mirrors.

The two split up and searched quickly.

Gu Mo checked an inner room, while Ye Chen searched the corner and pile of clutter near the door.

"Princess Chengyang?" "Li Li? Are you there?"

Ye Chen searched through the items while calling out softly.

However, apart from the sounds of them rummaging through things and their heavy breathing, there was no response from inside the workshop.

Ye Chen straightened up somewhat dejectedly, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the wall.

There hung a bronze mirror about half a person's height, its surface polished exceptionally smooth and shiny, clearly reflecting his figure under the dim oil lamp.

Seeing his handsome face in the mirror, Ye Chen's initial frustration was instantly replaced by narcissism.

He subconsciously leaned closer to the mirror, habitually tidying up the non-existent messy hair on his forehead, looking at himself from left to right, and couldn't help but curl a smug smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk," he raised an eyebrow at his reflection in the mirror, sincerely praising, "Ye Chen, Ye Chen, your face, your aura, your destiny... tsk tsk, you're just too perfect! Even without that invincible luck, women would still be throwing themselves at you..."

Muttering to himself, Ye Chen admired his "peerless beauty" in the mirror. The curve of his lips deepened, revealing an extremely bright smile, which also seemed to be full of mockery!
"Perfect!"

Ye Chen gave a word of praise, turned and left to continue his search for Chengyang.

But, in the instant he turned around, Ye Chen suddenly froze, a chill rushing from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head!

"I didn't fucking laugh!"

He...he wasn't laughing just now!
He was just admiring it!

An indescribable, overwhelming fear instantly gripped him! He whirled around, trying to get away from the eerie mirror, and simultaneously opened his mouth to call out to Gu Mo: "Big..."

Before he could even utter the word "brother," he caught a glimpse of the mirror out of the corner of his eye!

Just as he turned around, the bright smile on the face of the "Ye Chen" in the mirror had not yet completely disappeared, his white teeth were still clearly visible, and his eyes were filled with malice that had not yet been transformed and a trace of... astonishment?
As if she hadn't expected Ye Chen to suddenly turn around and discover it!

That's not him! Absolutely not!
"Big Brother!!!"

Ye Chen was terrified and roared with all his might!
At the very moment he roared, the mirror surface rippled violently like water!
A hand suddenly reached out from the mirror!
The hand moved with ghostly speed, grabbing Ye Chen's clothes as he turned around to face the back of the mirror!
An overwhelming, cold, and sticky force came from within!

"puff!"

Ye Chen felt as if he were being entangled by a giant, invisible octopus tentacle, and his whole body was being dragged away by that force completely out of his control!

He waved his arms in terror, trying to grab the wooden frame next to him, but his fingertips only managed to glide across the rough wood.

To his horror, he found that he was unable to use his true energy at this moment, and he had almost no strength left. A unique force was suppressing him.

His body seemed to sink into quicksand, instantly being pulled into that rippling, black swamp-like mirror! Only a half-voiced cry of surprise echoed in the workshop.

The mirror rippled violently for a moment, then quickly returned to calm, becoming shiny and reflecting the dim scene inside the workshop clearly.

There was no one in the mirror.

……

Gu Mo, who was searching in the other room, heard Ye Chen's voice and immediately teleported over. He saw Ye Chen squatting in the corner, gently tapping a clay figure with a small hammer in his hand.

When Ye Chen saw Gu Mo enter, he quickly pointed at the clay figure and said, "Brother, this looks like Princess Chengyang!"

Gu Mo walked over and saw that there was indeed a woman sealed inside a mud figure. Although her face was covered in mud, Gu Mo could still barely make out that it was Li Li.

Immediately,

Gu Mo squatted down to check and found that there were still signs of life. However, there was a very troublesome thing: the outer shell of the mud was connected to Li Li's skin, and a deathly aura from the mud was constantly seeping into Li Li's body.

Gu Mo immediately began to circulate his internal energy to dispel the deathly aura. Just as Gu Mo was fully focused on using his pure internal energy to dispel the cold deathly aura in Li Li's body and peel off the strange mud shell sticking to her skin, the bronze mirror hanging on the wall behind him silently rippled with a barely perceptible ripple.

Deep within the mirror, the scene of the workshop was still reflected. Suddenly, a terrified face lunged at the inside of the "mirror"!
It's Ye Chen!
He was trapped in the workshop in the mirror, like a drowning man, his face filled with extreme fear and anxiety.

Seeing Gu Mo's back outside, he grasped at the last straw and frantically pounded on the invisible "mirror wall," his mouth wide open, roaring silently, waving his arms, trying to attract Gu Mo's attention.

He pointed at Gu Mo, then at Ye Chen outside the mirror who was "helping," and then desperately pointed at himself, his movements so violent that they almost tore his body apart, but he couldn't make a sound.

at this time,

Gu Mo suddenly felt a faint "gaze" that instantly pierced his concentration.

"Ok?"

He turned around abruptly, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on the bronze mirror!
Just as his gaze fell upon the mirror—

In the dark depths of the mirror, an invisible, overwhelming force suddenly erupted, like the gaping maw of an abyss suddenly closing!
Ye Chen's desperate and futile struggle froze instantly. Before the terror on his face had faded, he was suddenly grabbed by an invisible hand and dragged backward, disappearing into the thick darkness without leaving a ripple.

The mirror surface rippled violently, like water with a pebble thrown in, but the ripple was fleeting, and it returned to its smooth, shiny appearance.

The scene reflected in the mirror was exactly what was happening in the workshop at that moment, and there was nothing unusual about it.

The man next to him, "Ye Chen," asked in confusion, "Big brother, what's wrong?"

Gu Mo shook his head slightly, slowly stood up, and walked towards the bronze mirror.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

Ye Chen's voice carried a hint of nervousness and confusion. He followed closely beside Gu Mo and asked, "Big brother, is there something wrong with this mirror?"

Gu Mo did not answer, but stood in front of the mirror, his gaze sharp as he scanned the mirror surface inch by inch.

The "Gu Mo" in the mirror also "examines" him outside the mirror with the same posture and the same gaze.

The mirror was unusually smooth and cold, chilling to the touch, as if it isolated him from another dimension. He tried to probe it with his inner energy, but the mirror was like a stubborn rock, completely blocking his senses and leaving only a cold feedback.

"nothing."

Gu Mo's voice was calm and even. He withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, seemingly giving up the investigation, and slowly turned around, preparing to walk back to Li Li's side. "It might be an illusion."

The "Gu Mo" in the mirror also turned around at the same time.

Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Big brother, please don't scare me. What happened tonight was too strange. I'm on edge now!"

As he spoke, "Ye Chen" turned around.

Just as the two turned their backs to the mirror,
A terrifying, cold, viscous, and overwhelming suction force suddenly erupted from the mirror!

The target was aimed directly at Gu Mo's back.

A pale hand with distinct knuckles suddenly emerged from the mirror, which was rippling violently like water. Silent and swift as lightning, it landed precisely on Gu Mo's left shoulder!
The instant the palm touched, a strange and chilling energy, like countless icy venomous snakes, instantly and frantically burrowed into Gu Mo's body along the point of contact!
This force contained powerful domain energy, instantly imprisoning the entire workshop.

That immense force dragged Gu Mo backward.

Ye Chen was shocked and grabbed Gu Mo's hand, exclaiming in terror, "Big Brother!"

However, a smile appeared on Gu Mo's face.

"Got you!"

In that instant, Gu Mo broke free of the confinement. His left hand moved with lightning speed, and with a backhand swift movement, he gripped the wrist that was resting on his shoulder and protruding from the mirror like an iron clamp!
It felt cold and stiff to the touch, unlike a living person, yet it contained immense power.

"get out!"

Gu Mo gave a low shout and pulled hard.

“Boom—crash!”

The mirror-like surface rippled like lake water.

A figure was pulled out of the mirror by Gu Mo!
It slammed onto the cold, hard ground of the workshop like a tattered sack!

dusty!

Gu Mo and "Ye Chen" both looked down at the same time.

The figure, clothing, and even the face of the person on the ground were exactly the same as Gu Mo's!
Ye Chen's face was filled with horror. He subconsciously took a step back, pointed at Gu Mo on the ground, looked at Gu Mo again, and asked in terror, "Two older brothers?"

but,

The next moment, "Gu Mo" transformed into the appearance of Manager Song from before.

Manager Song asked in confusion, "How did you realize something was wrong?"

Gu Mo pointed to "Ye Chen" and said, "His situation is very special. Even if you use the real Samsara Mirror, I doubt you can replicate him. So, from the moment I came in, I already knew that the real Ye Chen had disappeared."

Upon hearing this, "Ye Chen" looked completely bewildered and asked in confusion, "Big brother... no, you mean... I'm fake? I'm that disgusting clay figure?"

Gu Mo nodded slightly.

"How is this possible?" "Ye Chen" said, "Big brother, I am who I am..."

Gu Mo pointed to the bronze mirror behind him and said, "According to Master Da Bei, you are not fake, but you are not Ye Chen of my world; he is!"

Ye Chen turned his head to look at the bronze mirror and saw a Ye Chen in the mirror giving him the middle finger!

Ye Chen: "..."

"I'm fake..."

Ye Chen staggered back twice, his body instantly peeling away to reveal the black sludge underneath. He forced out one last question: "Da Bei, you bald monk, couldn't you use some clean mud? Are you a pervert? You have to use sludge from a stinking ditch..."

Before he could finish speaking, "Ye Chen" went limp and turned into a puddle of black mud.

Shopkeeper Song, who was being trampled on the ground by Gu Mo, smiled helplessly and said, "How could I not want to use those ordinary soils? But everything in the world is both created and destroyed. The silt in the stinking ditch contains all kinds of rotten and filthy things in the world... It is the most lifeless, yet it is born from death. Only this kind of mud can give birth to life!"

Gu Mo said, "But it really is a bit disgusting!"

Manager Song said helplessly, "I have no choice."

Gu Mo said, "I think I understand now. These clay figures you created cannot know that they are fake. Once they do know, they will perish."

Shopkeeper Song said, "That's because there are barriers between worlds. They haven't fully entered this world yet. When they find that they don't belong to this world, they will return to their original world."

Then, he asked Gu Mo, "Master Gu, could you please enlighten me on what is so special about Ye Chen that you believe there is no identical existence in countless worlds?"

"What's the point of asking this?" Gu Mo said. "Do you really think you have a chance to start over?"

Gu Mo naturally had no interest in telling Manager Song that Ye Chen possessed two special energies that combined to create a fate that was both unlucky and lucky.

"Why not?" Manager Song pointed to the glass mirrors on the ceiling and walls in the corners of the workshop and said, "Master Gu, which one do you think is me?"

now,

The workshop was brightly lit, and the image of Manager Song was reflected in dozens of mirrors. Moreover, even the reflections of the mirrors within the mirrors reflected the image of Manager Song.

Shopkeeper Song chuckled, "Master Gu, in terms of martial arts, I am inferior to you. However, in terms of realm and method, you are no match for me. Moreover, no one here can kill me..."

As Manager Song spoke, the mirrors shattered one after another, splitting into even more mirrors. The number of mirrors increased from dozens to hundreds, and there was still a strong tendency for them to continue shattering, with the number of mirrors multiplying endlessly.

Shopkeeper Song smiled slightly and said, "A mirror is a world. Every world has a me and a you. Now, we will replace the you in this world with the you in the mirror."

"Master Gu, among these worlds, there is always one that suits you. This is the forbidden power of the Mirror of Reincarnation, and also a realm above the mortal realm. Perhaps one day, when you have broken through to the level of this realm, we will truly meet again!"

After saying this, Manager Song immediately severed his own meridians and died.

But in the next instant,

Gu Mo gently reached out and grabbed Manager Song, whose soul had left his body. Manager Song was shocked.

Gu Mo said softly, "When you say 'above the mortal realm,' are you referring to your mere half-step ascension realm? Or is it the power of your incomplete Samsara Mirror?"

Shopkeeper Song asked in alarm, "Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)