"Continuously strengthen the seal so that the undead cannot escape from this long mirror."
Mo Changkong explained: "This is more troublesome and requires subsequent investment of time and energy."
"If there is the slightest mistake, such as a mouse chewing the seal, the undead in the mirror will escape and look for the original host again."
Mu Fan frowned: "This method sounds a bit troublesome, and it also brings worries."
He finally begged this undead spirit, but he didn't want to be possessed by him again.
"indeed so."
Mo Changkong nodded: "We can choose to eliminate him completely. We only need to use silverware to smash this mirror in the sun."
"Well, this method sounds much better." Mu Fan said happily.
"As you wish."
Mo Changkong agreed, walked to the wall, groped on the wall for a while, and then pulled a rope.
"Kacha~~"
A circular opening was exposed in the ceiling of the stone chamber, and a beam of sunlight shone down.
Mo Changkong took the mirror off the high stool and let it lie flat in the sun.
Suddenly, the undead in the mirror became restless and began to beat the mirror desperately.
Zhizhizhi~~
The weird scream is creepy!
Mo Changkong took a small silver hammer from the table and struck it on the mirror with a "clack" sound.
Roar!!!
A shrill scream sounded, and the silver-plated mirror shattered!
The undead's body was immediately split into several pieces, and then turned into a faint blue smoke, dissipating in the sunlight.
Seeing this, Mu Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this troublesome matter was finally solved.
Mo Changkong pulled the rope again, the opening of the ceiling was closed, and the light in the stone chamber dimmed again.
Mu Fan: "Thank you for your help, Sir Mo Changkong."
Mo Changkong nodded slightly when he heard this, and his blue pupils swam rapidly: "I'm glad to be friends with you."
Mu Fan returned to his seat: "Then, let's get back to the topic."
"How much do you know about the Evil Spirit Cult?"
Hearing this, Mo Changkong's pupils shrank: "Evil Spirit Cult!"
"Actually, the Evil Spirit Cult is just what humans call them."
"Their true name is evil spirits!"
Mu Fan's heart moved: "Evil spirit?!"
Mo Changkong nodded: "Evil spirits are the most terrifying and evil types among curse spirits!"
"They were born from ancient curses, gradually became stronger through the beliefs of believers, and then, in turn, developed believers by controlling their souls!"
"With the blessing of faith, the evil spirit will continue to grow stronger and become the most terrifying evil god!"
"When the evil god thinks, all souls tremble!"
hiss!
The more Mu Fan listened, the more he thought it was evil!
"So, the purpose of the Evil Spirit Cult is to cultivate the spirit of the Evil God by absorbing the beliefs of its believers?"
Mo Changkong shrugged: "That's unknown!"
"However, the road from evil spirit to evil god is far away. If I had to choose, I would choose a more direct way!"
"A more direct way?"
Mu Fan was stunned: "What is that?"
Mo Changkong's blue eyes jumped strangely: "Summon the ancient evil spirit directly!"
Um?!
Ancient evil spirit?
Mu Fan frowned: "Really, is there such a thing?"
Mo Changkong nodded: "There are reports on the Yanhuang Yiren website that very powerful evil spirits have been discovered in the Mariana Trench."
"And the delta area has now become a death zone."
Mu Fan nodded solemnly: "Excuse me!"
"Thank you for the lunch, I'll take my leave now."
Mu Fan walked out of the stone room under Mo Changkong's gaze and returned towards the original path.
After Mu Fan's figure disappeared from the door, Mo Changkong shifted his gaze to the broken mirror.
The faint blue pupils swam very fast, and actually rushed out of the eyeballs, slowly rippling around the broken mirror.
Click click click~~
The broken mirrors on the ground slowly spliced together!
The undead in the mirror appeared again.
Regarding the method of dealing with the undead, Mo Changkong did not deceive Mu Fan, but just concealed one thing:
A broken mirror can be restored again within ten minutes!
Although the recovery time is only one minute, the mirror will shatter again and the undead will completely disappear.
Scarface's undead surged silently in the mirror.
Mo Changkong smiled strangely and said, "Why are you pestering Mu Fan?"
"If you don't tell me, I will make you never reincarnate!"
The scarred face showed a look of horror, and a strange voice sounded: "Ebola Khan, Sabalichi..."
"What?! He is actually..."
·······
Mu Fan walked out of the black market all the way.
Standing at the door of the store, with the sun shining on his body, Mu Fan felt a sense of comfort that he had not seen for a long time.
Sitting on the extended Lincoln, Mu Fan returned to the Xiao family.
As soon as they entered the Xiao family villa, Xiao Xiao and others greeted them.
"How was it? Did you gain anything?"
Mu Fan nodded: "The harvest is great!"
"By the way, is there still no movement from the Wang family?"
He Xiaopang nodded: "There's no movement at all!"
"We were broken into in the middle of the night, and there's been no movement until now. It's so abnormal!"
When Mu Fan heard this, he smiled and said, "As long as there is no movement!"
"The Wang family has dealings with people from the Evil Spirit Sect, how dare you expose this matter!"
"So, they can only suffer the loss of being dumb!"
He Xiaopang laughed when he heard this: "I just like to see them suffer a loss but dare not take revenge!"
Mu Fan said: "The day after tomorrow is the Jiuman Mountain Conference, we must prepare early."
"Sister Xiao Xiao, I need two very rare extraordinary materials."
Xiao Xiao waved her hand: "Just say it!"
Mu Fan: "Swallow the spirit skull and the cursed spirit!"
Hearing this, Xiao Xiao Xiumei frowned slightly: "I have never heard of these two things!"
"But it doesn't matter, I will order you to go down and use all methods to find it!"
At this time, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.
Mu Fan came to his bedroom, stood in front of the mirror, opened his collar and saw that the strange bruise was indeed gone!
call!
Mu Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
According to Mo Changkong's description, the influence of the undead on people is really terrible, and he must be more careful in the future.
Then, Mu Fan thought and entered the sea of consciousness.
Above the gray mist, the first abyss step has vaguely revealed the formula for the next strange monster: