Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 731 A mirror that cannot take portraits (7)

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"Damn it, little black!"

Yang Zimei muttered, and stopped looking for it, and took a mirror to look at the master.

Master's physical body can be seen, does it mean that he is no longer a living person?
Will it be a living dead like Sadako?
No wonder she couldn't deduce master's fortune-telling anymore.

Thinking of this, she didn't know whether to be sad, happy, or hesitant.

She put away the mirror, held Master's hand that was still warm, stared at his face that seemed to be about to fall asleep for a long time, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
Who the hell made Master into such a state of immortality?
Master's lost soul, if he can't find it within a year, it may disappear and never come back. I don't know if the remaining strand will last forever, supporting his current immortal body. .

Starting from Sadako, everything became clueless.

"Sister, what kind of mirror is this?"

Xiaoqian playfully took the mirror and looked around.

"I don't really know. I'll take it out and look at the bird."

Yang Zimei wanted to make sure if this mirror couldn't see ordinary animals, maybe except humans.

She went to the courtyard, turned on the light, and took a mirror to look at the parrot in the cage.

The parrot is clearly visible in the mirror, and there is no such thing as a soul.

The little rabbit run in the small yard kept by Sadako can also be seen clearly in the mirror.

Strange, why can't the black cat be photographed?
What kind of mirror is this?

I don't know if Song Xuan knew him.

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The next day, at dawn, Yang Zimei took the mirror and went straight to Brunei Street.

Brunei Street in the morning is still relatively sparsely populated. Except for some hardworking stall owners who hope to attract more customers, there are some old men and women walking with birds.

"Little eyebrow—"

Yang Zimei walked in a hurry, but was still recognized by the stall owners, "Come and pick up the leaks!"

"Okay!"

Yang Zimei knew that the reason why these stall owners set up stalls so early was that most of them lived in poverty, so she happily agreed.

Of course, the opportunity to pick up leaks does not come every day, and what I see now are just rough imitations.

"Xiaomei, how about this one? It came out of the soil."

A stall owner held an iron pendant covered in mud, pretending to be mysterious and said.

"Pfft! Old Li, you are good at fooling anyone, but you dare to fool our Mr. Song's direct disciple! You have such little eyesight when you are a little sister."

A stall owner next to him laughed.

Old Li's face turned slightly red, and he withdrew his hand holding the pendant.

Yang Zimei smiled, "It's okay, just fool me, old Uncle Li, how much does this pendant cost?"

Old Li's eyes narrowed, "Xiaomei wants to buy it?"

"Ah."

Yang Zimei nodded.

"This...do you really believe what I say?" Old Li asked hesitantly, "I was fooling you just now."

"I know. But it looks quite unique, so it's good to buy it and play with it."

"Let me tell you the truth, Xiaomei, I won't lie to you anymore. The purchase price of this thing is one yuan. If you like it, just give me one yuan. I won't make money from you. Everyone is so familiar with it. I blame it. embarrassing."

Old Li handed the things to her and said.

"Hehe, Uncle Li, worry about your son's tuition in the near future."

Yang Zimei smiled and took the pendant and said.

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(End of this chapter)