Wu Jun turned his head and saw Milo standing on the treetop, with paper butterflies flying around him.
The wings of the butterfly flap, and a little bit of spiritual light falls, making Milo look different from a mortal.
Wu Zhan's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly stopped in front of Wu Jun, looked at Milo, and scolded: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Milo looked at Wu Zhan who was blocking Wu Jun and sighed.
The man in front of him truly cares about his children, and is determined to let his children live a normal life even if he eats royal food.
Unfortunately, Wu Jun died a long time ago, and Wu Zhan and his wife have also left. The scene in front of them is just a reappearance of the past scene. If it continues to be performed, it will just reenact the scene in the villa reflected in the treasure mirror.
Milo looked at Wu Zhan and said in a deep voice: "I think the previous scene should make you understand. Those who should go should not stay! If you insist on him staying in the world, it will only cause greater tragedy.
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"I don't know whether I should go or stay. I only know that my son and I are going home."
After Wu Zhan finished speaking, he took Wu Jun and prepared to leave, but at this time, Milo spoke again: "Go home, do you still have a home?"
Milo's words caused violent fluctuations in Taixu's illusion. Wu Jun's body trembled, and he stood there with his head lowered, and his whole aura became very gloomy.
Wu Zhan turned his head, his breathing was rough and chaotic, and he was as angry as an angry bull. He stared at Milo with red eyes and said: "What are you talking about? How can my son and I not have a home!"
"But can that be called home?"
Milo didn't care about Wu Zhan at all. This time he stared directly at Wu Jun and said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Wu Jun, do you still use puppets to communicate with me now? You actually know the truth, but you just don't want to admit it.
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"I do not know what you're talking about……"
Wu Jun lowered his voice and responded with some fear. Wu Zhan next to him rushed over.
A talisman flew out of Mi Luo's sleeve, fixed it, and continued to stare at Wu Jun: "You really don't know what I'm talking about? Well, you dare to tell me that the place you are going back to now can be called
For home? Or, do you think you still have a home?"
Wu Jun suddenly raised his head, and obvious stab wounds appeared on his young face. His dark blue clothes had holes everywhere and were stained with blood. Most of the exposed skin showed signs of stitching. His pupils were constantly dilated, brown and black.
Cover both eyes, leaving no white of the eyes.
The mouth that was scratched open on both sides was wide open, and the exposed teeth were also dark in color, roaring: "Why do you say that?"
The mist boiled, and countless phantoms of arms danced up and down, trying to catch Milo, but the mirror's light turned, and as soon as those arms touched the mirror light, they turned into mist again and dispersed, making it impossible to get close.
Milo stared at Wu Jun and said word by word: "Do you still have a home? Take a look! What is around you!"
As the words fell, the precious mirror hung high in the sky, the mirror's light flourished, and all the appearances around it faded away.
Where Wu Jun stood, except for a broken mountain road and dead trees within a few hundred meters of the surrounding area, there was only a broken bus. Wu Zhan and his schoolbag were nothing but mist.
At this time, after the reality was revealed by the mirror light, it turned into wisps of mist and returned to all directions, rolling up and down.
At the same time, there were shadows surging rapidly in the fog, avoiding the mirror light.
Wu Jun knew something was wrong, so he jumped up, trying to get out of the glow and escape into the mist.
But the mirror light covered all around, and no matter how he dodged, he could not pass through the light and meet the mist.
Facing the mirror light that was like an iron wall in all directions, Wu Jun's face showed a ruthless expression, his mouth opened, and the invisible sound waves carrying the breath of death spread outward.
The black shadows in the mist seemed to be stimulated, and they turned into boys and girls with ferocious faces, standing outside the mirror light, giving out bursts of ghostly smiles at Milo.
In an instant, it was like hundreds of cats extending their claws at the same time and sliding across the glass plate, making a harsh sound that made people tremble to death.
The mirror light shook slightly, as if there were signs of insufficient maintenance.
"The sun rises in the east, and the sun shines brightly. I wish you a mantra today to sweep away all the bad luck. My body will be filled with golden light, and I will kill evil spirits and exterminate spirits..."
Milo stepped on the Tiangang, stretched out his hand to make secrets, and his sound was like thunder, shaking all directions. At the same time, a little spiritual light emerged from his body, wrapped in golden light, spreading outward, and blending into the mirror light.
The two lights of the golden mirror blended together, trembling slightly, emitting waves of light like ripples, dispersing the fog. Some young girls who had no time to leave, after coming into contact with these lights, let out shrill screams.
But Wu Jun was not affected at all. He stretched out his hand, and his nails swelled, like five three-inch-long knives, and slashed towards Milo's throat. He said sarcastically: "The sun rises in the east, the sun is shining brightly, there is still a lot of sunshine here.
Is there any sun?"
"Since you know there is no sun here, why do you deceive yourself?"
Milo looked at Wu Jun, with pity hidden in his eyes. He changed the method in his hand. He pressed the thumb of his left hand under the belly of his middle finger and placed it flat on his chest. The ring finger and little finger of his right hand were bent inward, and the thumb was clasped on them.
Stand upright with your middle finger, holding an ancient copper coin in the center, standing on your left hand.
A ray of red light slipped through the hole in the middle of the copper coin. The next second, a red thread emerged from the void, binding Wu Jun firmly in the air. The ghost claw that hooked towards Milo stopped a foot away.
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"when?"
Wu Jun looked around and saw golden light exploding. Ancient copper coins emerged from the mirror light and were fixed in the mirror light. The red thread passed through each copper coin and tied him in mid-air.
"It's time for you to go!"
Milo didn't answer Wu Jun's question. He pointed the copper coin in his hand at Wu Jun's eyebrows and stretched it straight out.
The surrounding copper coins vibrated, and wisps of golden light flowed inward along the red line. When it slid past Wu Jun's body, there was only a constant "chichi" sound, and streams of smoke rose up, constantly corroding Wu Jun's body.
Wu Jun kept twisting under the golden light, muttering: "I want to go back, I want to go back, we agreed, I will definitely go back..."
After saying that, Wu Jun suddenly raised his head, and the shadow of a tourist bus appeared in the dark eyes that looked at Milo.
The next moment, the boys and girls who retreated into the mist screamed, gathered together, turned into a tourist bus, and rushed out of the mist.
"I don't know what you went through back then, but your classmates have done something wrong and you are trapped in this sad cycle. There will be no peace!"
As he spoke, Milo increased his magic power, and the copper coin in his hand was blazing with golden light. It shook the shadow of the tourist bus away, causing black liquid to flow out of Wu Jun's eyes. His eyes, which were originally like black pearls, were covered with a layer of light.
Gray and white color.
Immediately afterwards, Milo stabbed the copper coin directly into Wu Jun's eyebrow.
At the same time, the treasure mirror hanging in the sky rotated, surrounded by white mist. After the tourist car was reflected in the treasure mirror, it gradually lost its shape and returned to its essence of mist. The young and girls among them also turned into mist and dissipated.
Milo frowned slightly when he saw this. He turned to look at the suppressed Wu Jun and said, "Wu Jun, look again, what is this?"
Milo raised the official seal of the ninth-grade guarding immortal official and struck it into the void.
The air in Lu'an County was rolling, and the surrounding fog dispersed, gradually revealing a dilapidated four-story building.
"No! No! Impossible! This is impossible!"
Wu Jun, who was bound by the copper coins and red thread, roared crazily, looked at the small building emerging from the mist, and cried sadly: "How could you control it to appear! That is obviously..."
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