Yang Zimei murmured and stopped looking for it. He took the mirror and looked at the master.
The Master's physical body can be seen, does it mean that he is no longer a living person?
Will he be a living dead like Sadako?[
No wonder she can no longer deduce Master's numerology.
Thinking of this, she didn't know whether to feel sad, happy, or hesitant.
She put the mirror away, held her master's hand that was still warm, and stared at his face that looked like he was going to sleep for a long time, tears welling up in her eyes again.
Who put Master in such a state of immortality?
If the master's lost soul is not found within a year, it may be scattered and never reincarnate. I don't know if the remaining ray of soul will continue to support his current immortal body.
Starting from Sadako, everything became clueless.
"Sister, what kind of mirror is this?"
Xiaoqian held the mirror and looked around playfully.
"I'm not sure either. I'll take it out and take a look at the bird."
Yang Zimei wanted to make sure that this mirror could not see ordinary animals, except perhaps humans.
She walked to the courtyard, turned on the light, and took a mirror to look at the parrot in the cage.
The parrot is clearly visible in the mirror and has no soul.
The little rabbit that Sadako keeps running in the small yard can also be clearly seen in the camera.
Strange, why can’t the black cat be photographed?
What kind of mirror is this?
I don’t know if Song Xuan knows him.
*
The next day, at dawn, Yang Zimei took the mirror and went straight to Brunei Street.
Brunei Street in the morning is still relatively sparsely populated. Apart from some hard-working stall owners who have set up their stalls early in the hope of attracting more customers, there are also some old men and women walking around.[
"Little eyebrow"
Yang Zimei walked in a hurry, but he was still recognized by the stall owners, "Come here and pick up the leaks!"
"OK!"
Yang Zimei knew that the reason why these stall owners set up their stalls so early was that most of them lived in poverty, so he happily agreed.
Of course, the opportunity to pick up leaks does not come every day, and what we see now are just some crude imitations.
"Xiao Mei, what do you think of this one? It came out of the earth."
A stall owner held an iron pendant stained with mud and pretended to be mysterious.
"Pfft! Old Li Tou, you are good at fooling everyone, but you dare to fool our direct disciples of Mr. Song! You are so worthless when you think of me as a young girl."
A stall owner nearby laughed.
Lao Litou's face turned slightly red and he retracted the hand holding the pendant.
Yang Zimei smiled, "It's okay, just fool me. Uncle Li, how much does this pendant cost?"
Lao Litou's eyes narrowed, "Xiao Mei, do you want to buy it?"
"Um."
Yang Zimei nodded.
"This... do you really believe what I say?" Old Li Tou said hesitantly, "I just deceived you."
"I know. But this thing looks quite unique. It's good to buy it and play with it."
"I'll tell you the truth, Xiaomei. I won't lie to you. I bought this thing for one yuan. If you like it, just give me one yuan. I won't make money from you. Everyone is so familiar with it. I wonder
Sorry."
Lao Litou handed the things to her and said.
"Haha, Uncle Li, you must be worried about your son's tuition fees recently."
Yang Zimei took the pendant over with a smile and said.
