Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

On the brass mirror, three men and two women were naked and entangled with each other. The scene was indescribable.

"do not want!"

Xu Xiaobao hugged his body tightly and shouted.

The bronze mirror jumped up and down like a child leaping for joy, as if it were proud of its talent for playing tricks on people.

Qin Yangming gritted his teeth, almost shaking the Sanqing Bell in his hand to pieces, and tried his best to resist the spiritual invasion of the bronze mirror.

"The Supreme One has decreed that your lonely soul be liberated, and all ghosts and spirits be blessed. Those with heads will be liberated, and those without heads will ascend. You can be killed with spears or swords, and you can jump into the water and hang on a rope!"

The bronze mirror seemed to be annoyed. It could not bear the fact that the playmate it finally found did not accept the game it invented, so an even stronger and strange attraction emanated from the mirror.

Everyone felt an invisible pulling force tearing them apart, and their spirits seemed to be slowly disintegrating.

"no!"

Qin Yangming frowned, his face covered with sweat. If he continued like this, he might not be able to resist even if his mental strength was drained.

It's just because he is the only one in the team who has the means to resist mental pollution, he really can't do it alone.

"Hey! You stinky fortune teller! Take off your clothes!"

Su Mengyuan suddenly said to Qin Yangming, who was sweating profusely.

"Would you please stop making trouble!"

Nan Guan could no longer tolerate this stupid woman, especially at this critical moment.

"What are you yelling at?"

Unexpectedly, Su Mengyuan shouted back even louder, with a very serious expression:

"I told him to take it off, so I have my reasons!"

"Do you have a way to save everyone? Or are you actually willing to obey that ghost mirror in your heart?" Su Mengyuan roared like a machine gun.

Nan Guan was choked by Su Mengyuan and was speechless.

Seeing that Qin Yangming was unable to free his hands to take off his clothes, Mo Ying simply took over and in no time he stripped off Qin Yangming's black long gown.

"Give!"

Mo Ying handed the black gown, which was already soaked with Qin Yangming's sweat, to Su Mengyuan.

"Ugh! It's all sweat and stinks!"

Despite saying so, Su Mengyuan dressed very quickly and immediately put on the long gown which seemed very loose to her.

The other three people all frowned and stared at the woman, really not knowing what she was going to do.

At this time, Qin Yangming closed his eyes tightly, concentrating his mind on resisting the increasingly strong suction force, and had no idea what Su Mengyuan was doing.

After Su Mengyuan put on her clothes, she quickly smoothed out the wrinkles on her gown, tucked up the piece of cloth that dragged on the ground, and tried her best to make herself look presentable.

Afterwards, she quickly tied her long hair into a round bun. Now she looked like a Kundo.

The so-called Kun Dao refers to female Taoist priests.

Su Mengyuan also closed his eyes, the tense muscles on his face slowly relaxed, and his expression became solemn and peaceful.

Her red lips moved slightly, and she followed Qin Yangming's rhythm and chanted: "Death in the open or in secret, death injustice, creditor and enemy, revenger..."

"Hey! What are you doing..."

Mo Ying looked at this absurd scene and was about to loudly stop Su Mengyuan's strange behavior, but was stopped by Nan Guan beside him.

"and many more!"

He stared at Su Mengyuan with a serious expression.

"Pumpkin! Why are you stopping me?!"

Mo Ying looked at Nan Guan in disbelief and said.

"It seems... it really works!" Nan Guan said in surprise. He saw that the painful expression on Qin Yangming's face had eased.

Qin Yangming suddenly felt the pressure reduced at this moment, as if there was a third-party force assisting him.

Two voices, one male and one female, chanted scriptures in unison, and ripples generated by invisible forces surged in the space.

"Oh my god! Is it so magical?"

Mo Ying was stunned. He didn't expect it to be like this.

Is this what an actor is? Can he act like anything?

In other words, what role can I play to gain his/her abilities?

"Damn, so strong!" Mo Ying exclaimed.

Nan Guan was also surprised, but he analyzed rationally: "Pay attention, before Su Mengyuan imitated the master, he could barely resist the spiritual pollution of the bronze mirror, but the power of the bronze mirror was gradually getting stronger, and the master's spiritual power was slowly being consumed."

"That's why you gradually found yourself at a disadvantage. With the addition of Su Mengyuan, the power between the enemy and us is balanced again."

"So from this perspective, Su Mengyuan's power is weaker than yours, sir."

Nan Guan said that he speculated that although Su Mengyuan could obtain the corresponding special abilities through imitation, it was impossible to replicate the power 100%.

Su Mengyuan was talking very confidently at this moment, and she had no time to respond to Nan Guan's reasoning, but this did not stop her from being surprised.

Because what Nan Guan said was almost correct.

[Actors] have a natural talent for acting and can create realistic effects with simple costumes and makeup, while also copying the special abilities of the person being imitated.

The maximum power of the replication ability can reach 40%.

The bronze mirror with rich inscriptions and carvings on it began to throw tantrums and roll around like a child being held in the air by its parents.

I saw the bronze mirror spinning wildly in place, as if saying that these people refused to play with him and he was very dissatisfied!

"This guy is really like a little kid!" Mo Ying marveled at the scene.

Suddenly, Qin Yangming closed his mouth and the Sanqing Bell in his hand stopped shaking.

As the last tremor of the Sanqing Bell slowly subsided, Su Mengyuan, who had been chanting along with Qin Yangming's rhythm, also opened his eyes in confusion.

"Fortune teller, why don't you read anymore?"

Su Mengyuan asked doubtfully.

Qin Yangming gently placed the Sanqing Bell in his hand on the ground and slowly moved his body to the edge of the round table, very close to the bronze mirror.

It was so close that the entire surface of the bronze mirror was occupied by Qin Yangming, with only his reflection on it.

"gentlemen!"

Nan Guan shouted in shock and was about to go up and pull Qin Yangming back.

He thought Qin Yangming's spirit had been polluted.

Qin Yangming waved his hand, signaling Nan Guan not to panic, as he had his own plans.

He thought that even with Su Mengyuan's joining, they could only barely protect themselves now, but if they continued like this, they would be exhausted to death sooner or later.

The shadow monster of the kerosene lamp kept circling the round table like a predator guarding its prey.

If you want to truly survive, you have to find another way.

Qin Yangming looked at the bronze mirrors that kept looking at him and said:

"Hello, my name is Qin Yangming!"

He was trying to communicate with the bronze mirror.

Under the surprised gazes of Nan Guan and others, the bronze mirror became quiet, and a few words slowly emerged on the brass surface.

It is a small seal script, neat, simple and elegant, appearing on the thick bronze mirror, full of ancient charm.

It reads:

"what for?"

Qin Yangming smiled, which meant that he could communicate with the bronze mirror.

He waved at the bronze mirror, motioning it to come closer to him.

The bronze mirror walked forward step by step, with anticipation and vigilance.

Qin Yangming opened his mouth and blew a breath onto the bronze mirror, then he extended his index finger and wrote on the mist:

"You are so beautiful!"

Qin Yangming had just finished writing the last stroke when the bronze mirror jumped up on the spot.

Behind him, Mo Ying scratched his head and asked Nan Guan beside him:

"Pumpkin, what are you doing?"

Nan Guan curled his lips. It seemed that this scoundrel was used to calling him by his nickname.

"The gentleman was talking to the bronze mirror. He said the bronze mirror was so beautiful!"

On the bronze mirror in front of Qin Yangming, another line of words slowly appeared:

"Why don't you continue playing games?"

Qin Yangming's mouth curled up involuntarily, and he kept swiping his index finger on the mirror, writing a line of words:

"Because someone wants to kill us!"

The bronze mirror seemed to be thinking. After a while, the following slowly emerged on the mirror:

"You mean this stupid lamp?"

Qin Yangming smiled and wrote the word "yes".

The bronze mirror replied: "Don't worry about it, just have fun! (Don't worry about it, let's have fun!)"

Qin Yangming smiled and said, "Can you help us?"

This time, no immediate answer appeared on the bronze mirror.

Bronze Mirror knew what Qin Yangming meant, which was to ask him to help them escape from danger.

But he also had his own considerations. Not to mention that during this long period of time, the silly lamp was his only choice to relieve his loneliness. Even if he really helped them, what if these people went back on their word and stopped playing with him?

If the two sides confront each other again, he will be tired and unhappy. That would be too painful.

Two words appeared on the bronze mirror: "No."

Qin Yangming expected this answer. Although the bronze mirror had a mind like a child and was playful, it was not stupid.

He continued to write, "Are you not lonely? We can play with you!"

The bronze mirror replied: "I am so lonely! But what if you regret it?"

Qin Yangming wrote: "I will not regret it."

The bronze mirror replied: "Why are you leaving? (What will I do if you leave?)"

Qin Yangming wrote: "You can go with us!

This time, Bronze Mirror was obviously shaken. Qin Yangming's proposal was too tempting for him.

During those dark years, he vowed that he would never endure loneliness again, as it was too much torment for him!

After a long while, a line of words slowly appeared on the bronze mirror:

"How can I trust you?"

This time it was Qin Yangming's turn to be troubled. He really didn't know what to do to make this naughty but intelligent bronze mirror trust him completely.

The bronze mirror seemed to see Qin Yangming's confusion. After a long while, a line of small seal characters slowly appeared on the bronze mirror:

"Do you dare to sign a contract with me?"

Behind Qin Yangming, among the four people who had been watching, Zhong Nanguan shouted, "Sir, no!"

No one knows what you will find in the end if you sign a contract with this strange thing of unknown origin!

However, Qin Yangming had his own considerations. He wrote on the mirror:

"What contract?"

This time, the words on the bronze mirror appeared one by one, just like typing on a computer, as if the bronze mirror was speaking this sentence word by word.

I saw the simple and elegant small seal script writing:

"Give me your soul!"

The second line of words quickly appeared:

"I can do things for you!"

"no!"

Behind him, Nan Guan immediately spoke up to stop him.

Mo Ying, who was standing by, didn't understand what it meant and asked in a low voice what happened.

Nan Guan told the three people the entire conversation process from beginning to end, and Mo Ying and others were all shocked.

"Oh my god, giving him my soul is too outrageous!"

Mo Ying cursed and said that after experiencing so many supernatural events, they became more sensitive to these things.

"How terrible!" Everyone exclaimed in shock. This kind of thing was clearly beyond their acceptance.

However, Qin Yangming did not discuss with the crowd, but stretched out his index finger and wrote a word on the mirror of the bronze mirror:

Horizontal, vertical hook, vertical, horizontal fold, horizontal.

The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful.

"can."