Chapter 67

"……trade?"

Wen Po's voice was hoarse and old, she slowly raised her turbid eyes, fixedly staring at the young man in front of her, as if she wanted to dissect him from the inside to the outside through the mask that seemed to be calm:

"What do you mean?"

"Actually, whether it's for evil spirit believers or the organization that joined them later, it's not what I want."

Wen Jianyan sighed: "It's just a matter of livelihood."

"Those evil spirits and monsters, although I can deceive them, who can be sure that they are not in my hands?"

He lowered his eyes, with a look of fear on his face:

"Although I can barely save my life now, yes, it is really scary to be with these inhuman ghosts, and it has overly challenged my physical limits as a human being."

Po Wen narrowed her eyes and said in a calm voice, "If that's the case, what do you want to do with me?"

"After I escaped into the mirror, I guess you should have figured it out since then, and you are ready to put me into the jar."

Wen Jianyan didn't answer directly, but slightly bent her knuckles, rubbed the uneven icy edge of the Soul Locking Altar, and added slowly:

"And, you also confirmed that I can no longer escape from the mirror, right?"

After realizing that the alienation of the copy does not mean leaving the mirror, Wen Jianyan didn't have to prepare to find the woman, but tried to use the old method to let the evil spirit in the soul lock altar pass through the mirror at the beginning. Pull yourself back to reality.

He failed.

The channel that originally connected the two worlds was blocked from the outside, so that all streamers who entered it could not leave.

Wen Jianyan quickly realized what was going on outside.

He and Su ran out of the mirror world, and they turned the room of Wen Po's room into chaos. They were chased and blocked by many paper figures, and they finally chose to enter the mirror to escape.

Wen Po did not choose to chase in. On the contrary, she chose to close the channel to prevent anyone from escaping, and then continued her plan-to refine this unknown anchor and others into the soul lock altar.

In this aspect, Po Wen obviously made both preparations.

Even if the anchors whose names are written on the yellow paper do not have the ability to commit suicide, the act of throwing them into the mirror itself is a kind of betrayal of each other, and they can still be sacrifices.

"I could have broken the jar and ended it all, but you see, I chose to come to you to make a deal."

Wen Jianyan spread out his hands:

"I am also a human being after all. In fact, I don't want evil spirits to be released to bring harm to the world... I have done so much work, but I actually want to live."

"So, you are willing to reopen the channel and let me return to the real world, and I am willing to return this last soul-locking altar to you... As for what you want to do in this mirror world and what you want to do to others, I promise not to. 'plug in' again."

The young man raised his eyes and said sincerely:

"How about it?"

Wen Po didn't answer, but stared at right with cloudy eyes, as if she was thinking about something.

Wen Jianyan looked at herself with a frank expression.

He seemed to have already guessed the current attitude of the mother Wen, and he was prepared accordingly, took out a contract from his pocket, and slowly pushed it over: "I understand, if I were in your position, I'm afraid It's hard to believe in myself."

This is exactly the contract he signed with Ji Guan in the last copy. After signing the contract, the two will be bound by the rules of the system and enforce the content of the contract.

"I believe, you should be able to come out, this is the real thing." Wen Jianyan blinked.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"! This is an item exchanged in the system mall, right? Can you still sign with the npc?"

"I don't know... It seems that no anchor has tried it?"

"In theory, it should be possible. I remember that this prop does not strictly stipulate that the signatory must be the anchor."

"I even took this out, this guy actually wants to make a deal! Shocked, does he really plan to draw?"

"Ah...that's it, I didn't expect it to be a draw in the end, alas, it's boring."

Po Wen lowered her eyes and read each word carefully, not letting go of half the details above.

It is written that the passage back to the real world can be opened again, and Wen Jianyan will go out. He will return the Soul Locking Altar, and promise not to come to fight again, nor will he "interfere" with Wen Po's actions. , and will no longer be enemies.

Finally, he raised his head and said in a smooth voice:

"How can I be sure that you didn't play around with these terms?"

"you can not."

Wen Jianyan shook his head.

"If you think my conditions are not good enough, and you don't want to take my life..." The young man pursed his lips, he shrank, his face showed a look of pain and fear:

"I'm afraid I have no choice. I can break the net with you and unlock the seal of the soul altar."

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahaha, use the most cowardly tone and put the most ruthless words."

"Laugh to death!"

"The lord is Wen Po who has the upper hand in this transaction. The anchor has gathered all the winning props, and won the last step. On the Wen Po side, if you don't want the evil spirits to be summoned. , there is basically no choice but to accept.”

"And these conditions of the anchor are indeed quite reasonable, and there is no reason to refuse."

"Forget it, a draw is a draw, alas."

The room fell into a dead silence.

Wen Jianyan waited patiently.

Madam Wen sat motionless at the table, staring at the contract book on the table in front of her. Half of her face was hidden in the darkness, like a sculpture that had changed and couldn't move.

Finally, after don't know how long, Po Wen moved.

He slowly raised his head and said tremblingly, "Okay, since you promised not to "interfere" in my affairs again, and you won't be against me, it's not that I can't let you go."

Saying that, Po Wen took out the cinnabar, and then pressed her handprint on the contract. In seconds, the contract turned into a light spot and disappeared into the air.

Wen Jianyan smiled: "It's a pleasure to cooperate."

contract up.

Po Wen stood up on crutches, came to the statue of Bodhisattva, smashed the thick incense ashes, and took out the small gossip mirror.

A scarlet talisman paper is attached to the mirror surface of the Bagua Mirror, which tightly seals the mirror surface.

With his wrinkled palm, he patted the incense ashes left on the gossip mirror for fear, and muttered something in his mouth, then slowly, Zhang followed Zhang to reveal the spell.

As the spell on it gradually disappeared, Wen Jianyan found that it was completely different from the gossip mirror he had visited before. Although it was still made of copper, the patterns on it were the same as the ordinary gossip mirror, yes, The inscription that originally symbolized the map of the inner world of the mirror was clearly revealed, showing a dazzling scarlet in the dim light.

If it is said that the mother mirrors that Wen Po gave to the anchors were all sub-mirrors, this should be the core mother mirror.

Po Wen raised her eyes to Wen Jianyan, and said slowly in a hoarse voice, "Okay, come here."

Wen Jianyan walked over.

"Put your hand on the mirror."

The youth did so.

A familiar sound from the system sounded in Wen Jianyan's ear:

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for getting the hidden item in the copy (difficult)! 】

【Collection degree: 4/5】

"..."

good guy!

Wen Jianyan was in high spirits.

Po Wen closed her eyes and recited something in a low voice.

Seconds, Wen Jianyan felt a strong pulling force coming from the mirror, and along with the strong overturning, a strong smell of incense ash came from the nose.

He staggered, resting his hands on the wall to stabilize his body.

Wen Jianyan raised her head.

He was standing in the center of the woman's room at the moment, and the notification that the contract was over rang in his ears.

Obviously, he has now left the mirror realm and returned to the real world.

"Are we cleared?"

Po Wen raised her eyes to the young man standing in front of her.

Wen Jianyan nodded: "The two are cleared."

He straightened his collar, turned and walked out.

A faint smile appeared on Granny Wen's face, and she turned around, leaning on a cane, and walked to the table step by step, staring at the right back.

"Squeak."

The sound of the door being twisted open.

Wen Jianyan pushed open the door and raised her eyes.

In the dim light, countless paper figures with miserable faces and smiling faces stood at the door, staring at him with eyes that seemed to be painted on.

Behind her, Madam Wen's old voice sounded faintly: "I remember, it was stipulated in the contract that I promised to bring you back, and I didn't promise to do anything to you, right?"

Wen Jianyan's face changed, and she turned to Wen Po: "You—"

The rickety wife showed a sinister and sinister smile on her face: "You don't really think that after you did such a disrespectful act to the Bodhisattva statue, I won't have any results, right?"

The more he talked, the sharper and more angry his voice became. The dim lights above his head fell, making the statues appear more pitted, and some of the ground was even rubbed off with paint, making it extremely miserable.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha, the planet is really good to revenge!"

"The Lord... Who asked the anchor to smash other people's idols! Nothing can offend a mad believer more than this."

"Hahahaha, this Bodhisattva statue is really miserable, I think its head seems to have been thrown a little crooked."

"Now, the Soul Locking Altar is in hand, you are useless..." Wen Po looked gloomily at Wen Jianyan not far away, and reached out to pick up the Soul Locking Altar.

The heavy weight made the palm sink.

Granny Wen was slightly stunned, involuntarily stopped the sound, lowered her head, and looked at the Soul Locking Altar in her hand with some doubts.

The weight seems, right?

Suddenly there was an ominous feeling in my heart.

Wen Po took apart the mouth of the jar of the Soul Locking Altar and went into the Soul Locking Altar. In the jar, in addition to the original bones and the Bagua mirror whose seal was not revealed, there was another mirror.

And the mirror was bare, without any spells affixed.

The bright brass mirror lay quietly at the bottom of the altar, reflecting the dim light in the room.

Granny Wen's pupils shrank, her fingers trembling slightly involuntarily.

This...this is...

This is impossible!

Something flickered in the mirror.

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

A familiar, skeletal sound resounded in the small room.

Miserable arms stick out from the mirror.

The young man standing at the door smiled softly, his amber eyes narrowed slightly: "I remember, it is stipulated in the contract that I will not "interfere" in your plans, nor will I be your enemy... ...Yes, I can't promise, if something comes back with me, they won't do anything to you, right?"

Goddess Wen stood on the spot with a pale face, staring at Wen Jianyan not far away, as if tearing him to pieces with her eyes, and executed Ling Chi. then.

The tragically deformed monster crawled out of the mirror, the face without facial features cracked a huge mouth like a black hole, and the sharp and sharp teeth were deeply embedded in the arms of the woman.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

The rickety little body was shaking like a sieve.

There was a piercing, shrill scream from Granny Wen's throat. The shrill voice contained strong fear and resentment, and it reverberated in the small room.

The thin arms that belonged to the ghost were wrapped around the wife's body, the front of the clothes, the hem of the clothes, the arms, the legs, the throat, the hair, the ears, and the face that were caught by the miserable fingers.

As if hugging a lover, tightening and tightening little by little.

The gurgling bones cracked.

Granny Wen's eyes were splitting, and in the gap between her miserable fingers, she stared at Wen Jianyan: "You lied to me! You lied to me!!!"

"Bitch, I curse you, you have to die!!!"

"Bless the Bodhisattva, bless the Bodhisattva!!!" The blood-filled scarlet eyes were rolling in the depths of their sockets, appearing frantic and terrifying:

"Evil spirits can never win, never!!! You all have to die, Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva will help me!"

"Oh, if you don't say, I almost didn't remember..."

Wen Jianyan seemed to have thought of something, and took out her mobile phone from her pocket.

He turned on the camera, adjusted the focus and angle, then squatted slightly, and took a photo of the scene in front of him seriously: "Don't move."

Wen Po, who couldn't move, was so angry that her eyes exploded.

"Crack."

The sound of the shutter sounded in the room.

The sound of the system rings in my ears:

[Main quest: Completed taking pictures of evil spirits, reward points: 10000]

【Completion: 100%】

[Modification of the plot at this stage: 93% Reward points: 50,000]

Wen Jianyan stood up with satisfaction.

From the timing of this task's release, the real evil spirit sealed in the mirror has yet to appear, and he has not yet become a believer of so-called evil spirits.

According to the updated mainline task description, Wu Qinghe decided to take a photo as the cover of the video in order to make his video more topical and get more attention and traffic.

From this, it can be seen that the evil spirits in this main quest should refer to the general rather than the specific.

He lowered his head, examining the photo he had just taken, and choosing an underworld filter for it.

In the chaotic narrow room where countless evil instruments were placed, the crooked brass statue of Bodhisattva stared down at Che, the old face of the old woman was twisted with fear and despair, in the countless miserable He casts a malicious glance out from the embrace of his arms.

Wen Jianyan is very satisfied with her photography skills.

"Thank you, I've already thought about the title of this video, it's called good and evil, how about it?" Wen Jianyan raised her head to look at Po Wen, and asked with a smile.

Granny Wen's eyes were always fixed on Wen Jianyan, her distorted lips were squirming, as if she was cursing endlessly.

Wen Jianyan "showed" a thoughtful look:

"It's not bad to call Nie Li feedback."

"Giggle."

"Giggle."

This time, the bone friction came from Wen Po's body.

The body was deformed, twisted, compressed, compressed, and compressed again by the oppression of countless external forces, just like every soul imprisoned in the Soul Locking Altar before, and was dragged into the small jar alive. .

The walls turned scarlet and soft little by little.

"Thank you."

That stuck, somewhat unaccustomed sound.

Wen Jianyan shrugged: "This is a deal we made before, isn't it?"

He walked to the cabinet, picked up the mirror that the woman had just taken out, and put it in his pocket skillfully, with a careless smile on his lips, "I said, even if you don't need to God Father summons, I can also set you free and let you finish your revenge—"

"Crack."

Subtle, metal cracks sounded.

Wen Jianyan was stunned, she stopped the sound consciously, and turned her head towards where the sound came from.

Seeing that the last Soul Locking Altar was half lying on the ground, scarlet blood and broken flesh and blood remained at the narrow bottle mouth.

The gossip mirror with the spell on it lay in a pool of blood, and the spell on it was soaked in scarlet blood.

"Crack."

Another cracked sound.

This time, Wen Jianyan finally arrived, and a thin crack appeared on the gossip mirror, and then spread quickly.

wait wait wait?

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank.

and many more? !

No no no no?

He took out his phone in a panic and opened his Nightmare app background:

[Main quest: Destroy all the Soul Locking Altars and completely release the evil spirits]

[Completion: 97%]

In a few seconds, the number jumped up again: [Completion: 98%]

[Antai Community]'s live broadcast square in the middle of the film cheered: "Oh oh oh oh oh! Black wins!!"

The win rate bar hanging overhead finally began to tilt for the first time!

Black's win rate is like a slippery slope, and it starts to skyrocket from the middle position! ! !

"Ahhhhhhh happy!"

"Although Black won this time, it's true that there are not many people left in the end. Most of them were transformed, or they died in infighting. It is clear that this dungeon of Antai Community has been alienated and finally died. The rate is actually the lowest in history, I really did not expect..."

"Hahahaha, I finally stood in line this time and I was right."

"This dungeon should end soon, right? Two or three minutes at most, hurry up, I can't wait for the dividend!"

Most of the audience were discussing happily and enthusiastically, looking forward to the next bonus points.

Yes, some viewers suddenly found something strange: "Speaking of which, the faction battle is obviously won, why is the black anchor unhappy when he goes up?"

"Eh...it's like eh."

"Speaking of which, he just obviously could win directly, but he took the initiative to make a deal with Mrs. Wen... In addition to wanting to benefit his followers, doesn't he really want to finish the main quest?"

"Why? Can't figure it out!"

Wen Jianyan's face turned pale.

No, no, no, no?

Will the seal be lifted after the caster is finished? !

You idiots didn't even remind you of such an important task! !

Wen Jianyan was a little broken.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and slowly put his hand into his pocket and pulled out the fragment of the mirror he found in the base of the Bodhisattva.

The mirror sheet is pitch black and chaotic.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the figure of the man who was left with a shadow seems to have become... a lot more solid.

"hiss!"

Wen Jianyan felt a strong stinging pain from his fingertips, the pulp of the finger was cut by the edge of the fragment, and the mirror fragments slipped from between his fingers, making a jingle.

At this moment, the familiar system prompt sounded:

【Ding! Congratulations to the anchor for completing the main task: destroy all the soul lock altars and completely release the evil spirits]

Wen Jianyan: "………………"

Is it still time for me to immigrate to Mars now?