Although the Mirror Spirit didn't know what had happened between him, there was one thing that was very certain.

No matter what he was going to do, that powerful and terrifying existence was not ready to intervene.

So the Mirror Spirit began to become unscrupulous.

Although it had heard of Ace's reputation and knew that this person was not easy to mess with, it also smelled the powerful and seductive fragrance of darkness emitted from this person, tempting it to take risks.

After all... no matter how amazing it is, Ace is still a human being.

As long as it is human, it will have weaknesses and desires, and it is a creature that breeds in desires. As long as it is given time, it can take the soul and power of this human being for itself.

But who would have thought that... I really hit the iron plate this time.

Its eyes turned cunningly, and then began to beg for mercy in a familiar way: "Brother, please spare me! I dare not! I dare not!"

Yejia looked at it indifferently.

His eyes were cold and distant, condescending, as if he had just swept through the inconspicuous dust under his feet.

Jing Ling's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into her heart.

——This person doesn’t seem to be a type of person who will be confused by words.

It shivered instinctively, then turned around and began to flee without any chance.

But before it could take a few steps, the sticky blood on the ground rushed forward layer by layer, covering it tightly as if it had consciousness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The painful and tragic screams resounded throughout the world covered with darkness and blood.

The mirror spirit rolled violently in the sea of ​​blood, and its slender body seemed to have suffered some inhuman torture, wrinkled and tightened, twisted into a strange shape, and made a sharp and shrill scream in his mouth - it hurts, it hurts so much. It has never experienced such a terrifying feeling. When the pain reaches this level, the term pain itself seems to have lost its meaning. It struggles on the edge of collapse, tortured by the pain of precision control, as if the body and soul were dissected alively, and all the feelings were magnified a hundred times.

For the first time, the emotions of regret and fear grew in its heart.

Ye Jia just stood aside and listened calmly, as if he was enjoying some beautiful melody. His light-colored eyes were half-closed, and under the reflection of the bloody color behind him, it was so cruel that it was terrifying.

After a long time, the miserable wail seemed to have become the background sound.

Ye Jia seemed to be finally tired, and the blood-colored ghost slowly retreated under his control.

The blade of the sickle moved slightly, floating above the body of the mirror spirit, as if it could fall immediately in the next second, completely resulting in the other party's life.

"You feel that you have a strong willpower, right?"

The transparent snake lay on the ground in a twisted posture, with the triangular head raised, and a pair of transparent eyes flashing with vicious and crazy light. It hissed: "...what I can reflect is all the truest desire in your own heart."

"You are very strong. You can choose this method from the beginning to force me out, right?" Jing Ling smiled resentfully: "But you didn't. You chose to spend three days here, didn't you? What are you thinking about these days?"

It knows that it can't escape the disaster.

So...even if you want to hurt yourself a thousand times, it must make the other party feel the same pain!

The mirror spirit opened his mouth and the transparent snake letter spit out, as if licking the scent of emotions emitted by the other person. It smiled coldly: "In a secret corner of your heart, have these thoughts never come out at once? - It would be great if nothing had happened, if all this was true-"

"How do you feel after you surrender to your own desires and live a life that you will never get after three days? Are you satisfied? Or despair?"

It burst into laughter with unpredictable malice in its voice:

"Who would have thought that the famous Ace is the most irresistible and buried most deeply, to be an ordinary person!"

Ye Jia's eyes were drooping.

His face was as usual, as if he had long been used to hiding all his emotions under a perfect and hard mask.

"...Yes." He suddenly spoke, his voice calm as if he was not affected by the other party at all. He just repeated lightly: "Who could have thought of it?"

From 9 to 5, oil, rice, firewood and salt, life is filled with busy trivial matters, and days slip away from their fingertips like flowing water, so calm that people almost cannot perceive the passage of time.

——Until the gray hair fades away suddenly.

What a peaceful and boring life.

But for him, how...

Tempting.

——It is so tempting that even if you know that everything is an illusion, you can’t control yourself from creating meaningless luxury.

Yejia lowered his eyes and cut his sharp blade down without hesitation.

The cold light flashed silently, and in an instant, the life of the mirror spirit was concluded.

With his hands raised his sword, the illusion around him began to fall apart quickly like a domino that had lost balance.

The phantom of the sickle disappeared in his hands.

Ye Jia stood alone at the junction of darkness and blood, and his slender figure seemed particularly lonely and lonely.

His voice was very soft, as if he was swallowed by the wind at the moment of his exit:

“Fake is always fake.”

pity.

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The mirror spirit disappeared, and the illusion also disappeared.

Ye Jia opened his eyes, supported the ground with his palms, and got up little by little.

Since the moment he woke up, the out-of-control ghost aura around him returned to his body like a beast covered with a neck rope.

The cold temperature around it began to rise and the light gradually became brighter.

The previous ghost aura that was so rich that it could almost die gradually dissipated, and the narrow room slowly returned to its most primitive appearance.

Ye Jia rubbed his temples and felt his head hurt.

He raised his eyes and looked at the two people who were tightly huddled in the farthest corner of the room. The two people seemed to be scared and were trembling and pressing against the wall behind him, staring at Ye Jia lying on the ground with a horrified look.

"...Mirror Spirit?" Ye Jia's face was expressionless: "You can think of it too."

Dong Gua struggled to squeeze out a smile that was even worse than crying: "Brother ace, all this was done by that thin man, it's not my business!"

He stood up tremblingly and said diligently: "I, I'm going to express my apology! I'll surrender immediately!"

This is a very good attitude to confess guilt.

"What about these things you do?" Ye Jia narrowed his eyes and looked at him suspiciously.

Dong Gua hurriedly said: "Of course, you have to hand over them all! Including my account book, as well as the introduction of all the cursed items and the method of lifting the curse... I am willing to atone my merits and make sure I don't hide my own personalities at all! Ensure active cooperation."

Yejia's eyes fell on the other tall and thin man, and his brow frowned slightly: "Where is him?"

That tall and thin man... looks a bit weird.

Dong Gua quickly smiled: "He is the same! He is the same!"

He kicked the other party and said half-truely: "This man is timid. He was scared by you just now. It should take a while to recover."

——Or can’t get enough.

The intuition and instinct developed from the game tell Dong Gua that it is best not to let the young man in front of him know everything that happened just now, otherwise the price he would not be able to bear.

·

Dong Gua pointed to the sky and promised to actively cooperate with the management bureau's investigation, and said that he would help deal with other cursed items that might fall out of the game - going through fire and water, without hesitation.

After watching the other party's short winter melon-like figure disappear into the gate of the Supernatural Administration, Ye Jia really believed in the other party's sincerity to surrender.

...It's really strange.

Although Ye Jia had long known that Dong Gua was a person who changed his mind and followed the situation, he really didn't expect that such a drastic change would happen in the past and afterwards.

In the corner outside the building.

The young man in a hooded head stood quietly in the darkness, his slender and upright figure almost integrated with the shadows around him.

Ye Jia looked at the gate of the Supernatural Administration not far away, and a complex look flashed deep in his eyes.

He may have never realized it—or realized it, but he was reluctant to admit it:

Since he passed the game, all the efforts and attempts that Ye Jia made have been imitating the life he imagined was a "ordinary ordinary person".

Clumsy, difficult, and failed, but he enjoyed it.

If it hadn't happened unexpectedly, maybe in a few years, or ten years later, Ye Jia could really get what he wanted and finally get the tranquility and ordinaryness he had always dreamed of.

But the reality is so cruel.

After he thought he had successfully escaped, those deliberately forgotten pasts still follow him.

The game collapsed, the gate of hell was wide open, the evil ghosts, monsters, and even acquaintances appeared in front of him one after another, and they shouted, trying to pull him back to the nightmare of the past, whispering in his ears-

Nothing is over.

You are one of us.

Don’t think that wearing that layer of hypocritical human skin can pretend that you have forgotten everything you have ever done.

Stop dreaming.

The illusory tranquility is like the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror, which can only be watched from afar, but can never be touched - he is now gradually understanding this truth.
To be continued...