There is such a Sanxian

The two chatted while walking, and arrived at the museum in a short while.

Lectures in the museum are public, students have fixed seats, and other seats are reserved for visitors.

Wang Xiaoji asked Yun Chuan to store his luggage first, and then went to the lecture with him, so that he didn't have to wait in one place.

Yun Chuan readily agreed, and listened to the lecture very seriously. After the lecture was over, when he visited the exhibition, he was still enthusiastic about expressing his views on the production process and functions of the ancient mirror mentioned in the lecture.

However, Wang Xiaoji was in a daze at the time, and didn't listen to a few words at all, so he could only perfunctory.

"Brother Xiaoji," Yun Chuan said suddenly, "Actually, mirrors have more functions than that."

"Well, I know, it can communicate with yin and yang or something..."

Regarding this point, Wang Xiaoji can still answer the question.

In reality, there are Fengshui mirrors, and in novels and movies, there are spiritual mirrors that connect the two worlds of yin and yang.

Mirrors have always been associated with the occult.

"Yeah, it's still breathtaking." Yun Chuan leaned over to look at the bronze mirror in the glass cabinet, and said "huh", "This kind of pattern..."

Wang Xiaoji was about to take a closer look, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a child standing beside him.

The kid was wearing overalls and a baseball cap, standing in the corner with his head bowed.

"Gaze?!" Wang Xiaoji said in shock.

Immediately, he felt something was wrong, Jia Ze was wearing a monster sweater today...

The child crossed his hand, made a movement of cutting his neck, and suddenly turned and ran away.

What's the meaning?Wang Xiaoji's heart tightened, and he hurriedly chased after him.

The kid ran very fast, and even squeezed into the exhibition crowd, but Wang Xiaoji could always see which direction he was in.

Wang Xiaoji followed him across three exhibition halls, climbed two floors, passed a long corridor, and gradually realized that something was wrong.

no one around here...

That kid seems to have lured me here on purpose?

Just like the balloon that appeared in the Children's Palace that time.

Wang Xiaoji planned to go back to find Yunchuan, thought for a while, then stopped, took out the pen-shaped Hanzhang, and continued to follow.

The child brought Wang Xiaoji to a circular hall.

The walls of this hall are covered with many antique bronze mirrors.

Although the museum is very large, Wang Xiaoji has visited it several times, so he is quite familiar with it.

In his impression, the museum does not have such an exhibition hall...

Even if it is a new exhibition hall of ancient mirrors, then these bronze mirrors should be in the display cabinet, not directly exposed to the air?

Wang Xiaoji walked to the wall and looked at the bronze mirrors.

Unlike the ancient mirrors in the showcase, the bronze mirrors on this wall do not show people from the back, but expose the mirror surface.

It must be an imitation...

Wang Xiaoji glanced at the mirrors on the wall, their mirror surfaces were very clean without any blemishes.

Wang Xiaoji was watching in a daze, when the mirrors suddenly glowed red, and after two seconds, they went out again.

Then, a deep and deep voice sounded: "Wang Xiaoji?"

This sound seems to come from...

Wang Xiaoji suddenly raised his head, and there were two huge eyes floating on the ceiling.

Except for the black pupil, the other parts of the eye, including the small pupil, are all red.

Wang Xiaoji didn't speak, pulled out the pen cap, and summoned Hanzhang in the shape of a dagger: "Who are you?"

The voice didn't answer him.

The eyes on the ceiling suddenly disappeared, replaced by the picture Wang Xiaoji had seen in the illusion.

Wang Xusheng, Hanzhang, blood all over the floor, grandpa.

Wang Xiaoji clenched Hanzhang tightly: "梼杌?"

The screen suddenly flashed, and a beam of light shot down, illuminating him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

After a while, the beam of light disappeared, eyes appeared, and the voice rang again: "Hehe, so this is the treasure that Wang Runyu hid. At the beginning, people should keep watching."

Wang Runyu... Grandpa's name, Wang Xiaoji frowned.

"Come on, let me see how powerful you are now."

After the voice finished speaking, the mirror on the wall suddenly began to vibrate, making a "buzzing" sound.

Four monsters appeared around Wang Xiaoji.

These monsters were about two meters high, with black scales and horns, red eyes and purple teeth, and kept roaring at Wang Xiaoji.

Wang Xiaoji's eyes turned cold, and he turned Hanzhang into the shape of a knife.

The four monsters rushed forward at the same time, jumped into the air, but disappeared.

Wang Xiaoji, who was ready to swing the knife, was stunned.

play me this is it? !

Why do you like to play this trick?

Thunder, little rain!

"That's interesting," the voice suddenly laughed. "It's so easy to do."

ah?Wang Xiaoji was even more confused.

"very good."

"Are you Wuwu?" Wang Xiaoji became impatient.

Suddenly a red light flashed in the mirror again, and a person appeared out of nowhere in front of Wang Xiaoji.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a half-skull mask and a navy blue robe.

"You think, don't I?" the man asked.

Wang Xiaoji was about to speak, but the man disappeared, and the mirrors all shattered.

Wang Xiaoji's eyes were covered by the darkness for a few seconds, and when he felt the light again, the surrounding environment had changed.

This is like another exhibition hall, with a pillar standing in the middle and stone carvings on the walls.

"Little... Brother Xiaoji..."

Wang Xiaoji turned around in surprise, Yun Chuan was lying on the ground, his face was very pale.

"Master Yunchuan, what's wrong with you?!"

Wang Xiaoji hurriedly ran over to help him up.

Yun Chuan opened his hand, and a flag lay in his palm, with a pure black background, silver patterns embroidered in the middle, and a beast head in the center.

This flag is the same as the one in the illusion of the ancient battlefield...

Yun Chuan coughed twice: "This is the main flag of Shuhuang's Soul Reflection Formation. You just entered the Soul Reflection Formation."

When Wang Xiaoji went to chase the child, Yun Chuan also ran behind them, but when he walked through the corridor, he watched Wang Xiaoji disappear.

Later, when he found this exhibition hall, he noticed that there was something unusual here. He activated his spiritual sense to explore, and saw array flags planted around him, only to realize that there was a soul reflection array here.

The soul-reflecting array is composed of array flags and spirit threads, and to break the array, one must find the main array flag.

Yun Chuan was looking for the main formation flag, but was suddenly attacked by a man in a black robe.

Yun Chuan's fly whisk was placed in the suitcase, and he could only rely on the golden air mask to defend while pulling the spirit thread to pull out the formation flag.

The man broke through the golden air shield, Yun Chuan was hit by him and fell to the ground, just happened to see a flag in his hand, gritted his teeth and pulled it out, accidentally hitting and smashing the formation.

The moment the formation broke, that person disappeared, and Wang Xiaoji appeared out of nowhere...

Wang Xiaoji didn't know whether to apologize or thank him for a while, so he simply gave it together.

"It's nothing, it's just good luck for Pindao, it's true that you are kind every day," Yun Chuan smiled while holding back the pain, and asked, "Who did Brother Xiaoji meet just now? Is it Wuwu?"

The soul-reflecting array reflects distant souls and serves as a communication function, just like a video call, but in 3D.

"I don't know, I asked him, but he didn't answer, but I think it is," Wang Xiaoji put away the Hanzhang, "Master Daoist, I'll take you to..."

No, Taoist Master Yunchuan didn't have any wounds on his body, the wound should be the soul, so going to the hospital shouldn't work...

Then go back and find Uncle Peach...

"Master Yunchuan, can you walk?" Wang Xiaoji asked.

Yun Chuan nodded and took a step forward.

Wang Xiaoji helped him to go out.

As he walked, Yun Chuan began to sweat coldly on his face, and his body trembled slightly. When he got out of the elevator, his legs went limp and he almost fell down.

Suddenly found that the people in Xuanling Realm are so pitiful...

Why isn't there a hospital for psychics?

Wang Xiaoji sighed from the bottom of his heart, helped Yun Chuan to the rest center in the hall of the museum, and fetched him a glass of water: "Master Yun Chuan, you sit here first. I'll ask someone to borrow money."

Yun Chuan would definitely not be able to hold on if he took the subway, so Wang Xiaoji planned to find someone to borrow money to take a taxi back.

At this moment, I only hope that there are still students watching the exhibition here.

When he passed by the front desk, he saw a group of old people in red vests. Among the group of old people, there was a familiar face.

"Old uncle!" he shouted hastily.

The last time I saw Uncle Tu was at the end of September, and now it is the end of November, how time flies...

But Wang Xiaoji was a little worried that the old uncle no longer knew him, so he seemed a little timid.

Especially those old people laughed when they heard this name, which made him feel even more embarrassed.

The land master walked towards him and said in surprise, "Xiaoji, why are you here?"

Very good!The old uncle still knows me!

Wang Xiaoji hurriedly dragged the land master to a place with few people and told the story.

"So that's it, you wait."

The Lord of the Land took off his vest and handed it over to the leader among the old people, then came back and said to Wang Xiaoji, "Where is that Taoist priest?"

Wang Xiaoji led him to the rest center.

Land Master put his hand on top of Yun Chuan's head, frowned and said, "It's so serious..."

Wang Xiaoji became even more nervous: "Then, old uncle...it should be..."

"It's okay, Xiaoji." The land master withdrew his hand and took out his mobile phone, "Someone can cure it."

With that said, he started dialing.

The volume of his mobile phone is relatively loud, and Wang Xiaoji can clearly hear the sound of the call being connected.

"Old man, what's the matter?" asked the other side.

The voice seems to be getting older.

"Yuanhua, do you have time now? I have a little friend here who is seriously injured."

"Which little friend..."

"Shen..."

As soon as the other side heard the surname, they exploded: "Shen Sanque?! No cure, no cure! When this kid asked me for help a few days ago, he ate the pill sent by Zhichuan while I was not paying attention! Even if Xie'er I don't care if his arms and legs are crippled! Find Zhang Ji!"

Wang Xiaoji, who was standing next to him and heard these words, was very embarrassed...

The land master was also very embarrassed, clutching his phone and said: "No, no, no, it's not Shen Sanque, but a friend of Shen Sanque's apprentice, a priest! Yes... um, come here now, the museum."

Ten minutes later, an old man who was about the same age as the land master came over.

The land master greeted him, and said to Wang Xiaoji, "Xiaoji, this is your Uncle Yuanhua."

Wang Xiaoji hurriedly stood up and shouted.

"What uncle, I'm already quite old." Yuan Hua patted his head with a smile, and then looked at Yun Chuan: "Tsk, it's not that serious."

He didn't ask the reason, but just took Yun Chuan's hand and pressed it on his wrist.

Some black feathers suddenly flew out of Yun Chuan's body and fell to the ground.

Wang Xiaoji looked around, and after making sure no one was paying attention, he carefully picked up a feather and asked, "What kind of monster is this? A bird demon? A crow?"

Land Lord and Yuanhua looked at each other and smiled.

Yun Chuan thanked the few people in front of him, looked at the feather again, and said in an uncertain tone: "It seems to be a ghost car."

Ghost car? !The ghost car that taught Mr. Lingmao the soul-guiding technique?

Wang Xiaoji was busy extracting memories about ghost cars from his memory.

"Yes, it's a ghost car." Yuanhua took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and handed it to Yun Chuan, "Take it three times a day, one pill each time, and it will be cured after a week."

Yun Chuan hurriedly took the medicine bottle: "Thank you, Mr. Yuan."

Yuanhua smiled: "I still have something to do, so let's go first."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The land master pointed at the feathers on the ground, and those feathers immediately turned into a puff of black smoke, pouring into the feather that Wang Xiaoji was holding.

Wang Xiaoji was dumbfounded, and stretched out a finger to touch the feather, a few wisps of black air came out, and quickly slipped back.

"Take this feather back to your master... oh, your master is definitely not here, show it to your Uncle Taozi." The land master ordered.

Wang Xiaoji nodded, and wondered again: "Old Uncle Tu, how do you know that my master is not here? He really..."

"Haha, he should be a baby daddy these days."

Dad? !What daddy?

Isn't Mistress a man...

The land master helped Yun Chuan who was still a little weak: "Let's go, I'll drive you back."