Yang Zi raised his eyebrows and looked in the mirror.
The mirror showed Grandpa Zhuge's soul, which was actually very white, not dark and dirty.
It seems that he has accomplished a lot of merit in his life.
"It turns out that this is what my soul looks like."
Grandpa Zhuge looked at himself in the mirror and nodded with satisfaction.
"Grandpa, have you opened your Yin and Yang eyes?"
Yang Zimei asked doubtfully.
"That's natural. When our Zhuge family's children turn one year old, the first thing they need to do is to open their Yin and Yang eyes."
As Grandpa Zhuge spoke, he looked at Yang Zimei in the mirror.
When he noticed something strange happening to Yang Zimei in the mirror, he was a little surprised.
Yang Zimei's physical body was still illuminated, but behind it, there was still a soul that looked exactly like her, but slightly older, with blood on his head.
"What's happening here?"
Grandpa Zhuge looked at Yang Zimei in confusion, "Are you the living dead?"
"no."
Yang Zimei shook his head and smiled, "It's just a person who died once."
The surprise in Grandpa Zhuge's eyes became even stronger, but he didn't say anything, but looked at Rong Lanxi in the mirror.
Yang Zimei also wanted to know what was on Rong Lanxi now, so she continued to look in the mirror.
Rong Lanxi's situation is also very special, she actually appears to be half soul and half body.
This probably has something to do with the black and white yin and yang world of her face.
“Incredible.”
Grandpa Zhuge looked at it carefully, shook his head and said, "Why are the children of your Rong family so weird?"
After saying that, he looked at Rong He again.
The situation shown by Rong He is no different, except that his soul is slightly gray.
Yang Zimei was very pleased to see his grandfather's gray soul.
The black and white of the soul represents the purity of a person's soul.
My grandfather's soul is not dirty, what could be more joyful than this?
"This mirror is such a treasure!"
Grandpa Zhuge couldn't put it down and touched the mirror, "Where did you come from such a treasure?"
"Picked up by mistake."
Yang Zimei smiled as he took out the small iron tower from the storage ring and placed it on the table. "Grandpa, please help me take a look. What kind of treasure is this?"
Grandpa Zhuge stretched out his hand and touched it, and felt that the atmosphere of the small iron tower was very different. However, looking horizontally and vertically, the material was very ordinary, as if it was a fake product from a street stall.
"This shouldn't be some kind of treasure, right?"
Zhuge Mingzhu also has a certain amount of research on antiques.
This small iron tower does not have any characteristics of the times, nor does it have any strange features. However, he is also a person with Yin and Yang eyes, and he can vaguely see that there is a lot of ghostly energy lingering on the small iron tower.
"You brat, why isn't this a treasure?"
Grandpa Zhuge glared at Zhuge Mingzhu, then turned back to look for a book. After searching for a long time, he finally found a thread-bound book that was so old that it seemed like it would break into pieces if you flip through it.
He flipped through it very carefully, then pointed to a piece of text and said to Yang Zimei, "Girl, look at this."
Yang Zimei glanced over to take a look. The general meaning of that paragraph was that one day the author saw a godly man. The godly man was three feet tall, holding an inconspicuous-looking small iron tower in his hand, and was fighting a group of fierce ghosts.
The small iron tower would grow in size and shrink, sucking all the evil ghosts into it. Therefore, he suspected that the divine man was the legendary Iron Tower King Li Tian.