"Look at your tone, as if you have seen the kind of mirror, I don't believe it. There can be a mirror in this world that can find out the soul. I am an atheist, and I don't believe that people still have ghosts after death!"
The woman in black is dismissive.
Yang Zimei smiled.
She doesn't feel that there is a sense of soul existence in the world with an atheist.
Everyone has something that she believes in. She can't impose her thoughts and seeing what she wants to see on others.
However, she wanted to take a look at the soul of this woman in black. After all, she couldn't see her information.
She found the mirror that could see the soul from the storage ring.
The woman in black looked at her as if she was changing. She suddenly had a mirror in her hand, and looked at it carefully. The mirror was almost the same as the mirror on the portrait.
"Don't you take the Qin King's bone mirror, or is the mirror on this portrait?"
The woman in black asked in doubt.
Yang Zimei did not answer, but took the mirror to look at the woman in black.
The woman in black flickered, dodged, covered her face, "What are you going to do? Don't follow me!"
"Cut, I thought you were a cattle who was not afraid of it. It turned out that even a mirror was afraid, it was really a laugh."
Yang Zimei is excited.
"I don't like to look in the mirror, how about it? What's more, I don’t know if your mirror is shining in a bone mirror. Will I get X -ray radiation and get sick? Hurry up and collect it."
Women in black argue.
Yang Zimei had to collect the mirror, but she was thinking about finding a chance to take a look at her quietly and see how her soul looks.
Seeing the mirror disappeared again in her hands, the woman in black looked up and down Yang Zimei, and she couldn't find the place where she could hide things.
"Can you become magic? Where did the mirror hide?"
"This is the secret of the magician, so I can't tell you!"
Yang Zimei deliberately mysteriously said.
She is not so stupid that she told her space storage ring to others.
"Don't tell if you don't tell, sting!"
The woman in black snorted coldly, like venting, raised her feet, kicked on the portrait, and the movement was extremely rude and irritable.
She just wanted to scold her, but saw the portrait suddenly split two seams, and then gradually expanded to both sides ...
"I wipe it, and I was kicked by me again!"
The woman in black shouted happily and looked at the crack.
Yang Zimei also looked at it!
I saw a stone table in it. On both sides of the stone table, there was a man, one woman and two people, and was sitting down and chess.
The man is wearing armor, while the woman is rolled with thin silk, her long hair is hanging her face, and her face cannot be seen clearly.
"Living figurines?"
The woman in black whispered, and the first one jumped in.
Yang Zimei jumped in.
"I wipe, this man is the man with the portrait outside, this woman ..."
The woman in black reached out to pull the long hair covering the woman's face, and then took a breath, "Why is it so like you?"
Yang Zimei also saw it.
This woman is really like herself, but like me a few years later.
"It's not a living figurine, it's a wax figure! It hurts me to be happy!"
The woman's fingers in black touched it, and the frustration said.
Yang Zimei also saw it really, these two are really wax figures.