#1736 Illusion Mask

The three of Liu Yuqing took the masks, looked at the masks, and looked at Song Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng, didn't you want us to go out wearing this mask?" Mother Song looked embarrassed. She was going to wear this mask to go out, and the villagers thought she had a problem with her brain.

"Mother, you'll know if you put on a mask and try it." Song Qingfeng pretended to smile mysteriously.

Mother Song put the mask on her face with suspicion, and just after the mask was put on her face, it turned into a white light and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at Mother Song again, she has returned to her previous appearance.

"This is too amazing!" Father Song's faces were full of shock. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they really couldn't believe it was true.

Mother Song touched her face, "Why is the mask missing?"

"This is an illusion mask. After wearing it on your face, you can transform into whatever you want. You haven't cultivated your true self yet, and you can't control it yet." Song Qingfeng explained, and took off the mask on his face. The mask allows people to see their true appearance.

"I was afraid that you would be scared, so I also wore an illusion mask." He looks younger than ten years ago. If he didn't wear a mask, they would definitely not dare to recognize him.

Everyone nodded, and Father Song and Liu Yuqing also put masks on their faces.

"I don't even feel like I'm wearing a mask when I put it on. It's really amazing." Father Song rubbed his face, and the touch was exactly the same as without the mask.

"Dad, give me a mask too." Song Ziyuan was full of envy when he saw that his mother and grandparents had masks.

Song Qingfeng reached out and rubbed Song Ziyuan's hair, "Dad has something better for you."

"What?" Song Ziyuan looked expectant.

Song Qingfeng took out a storage bag and handed it to Song Ziyuan, "This is a storage bag. There is a room as big as a room. You can put all your things in it." Even if the ring was given to him, he couldn't open it, but the storage bag was different, as long as the blood drop contract could be used.

"Thank you Dad, how can I use this?" Song Ziyuan happily took the storage bag and began to study it. This storage bag is somewhat like a purse, only the size of a palm, its mouth is sealed, and he can't open it even if he tries, and he doesn't know how to put things in it.

"This can only be used by a drop of your blood, are you afraid of pain?" Song Qingfeng looked at Song Ziyuan dotingly, his eyes filled with a gentle smile.

"Don't be afraid." Song Ziyuan shook his head, put his finger in his mouth and took a bite, then dripped the blood spilled from his finger onto the storage bag.

Song Qingfeng smiled, reached out to pick up Song Ziyuan's injured hand, took out a jade bottle, opened it, and dropped a drop of light green liquid on Song Ziyuan's injured finger, and immediately saw the wound recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon the wound disappeared.

"It's gone." Song Ziyuan retracted his hand, looked at his fingers carefully, and found that not to mention the wound, there was not even a trace of it.

The three of Liu Yuqing recovered and shook their heads with a smile. The shock it brought to them today was too much, so now they are gradually getting used to it.

"Qingfeng, can you bring someone back to life?" Father Song asked. The Taishang Laojun of Journey to the West has an elixir to bring back the dead, and now Qingfeng is also an immortal, I don't know if he will have it.

"Yes." Song Qingfeng nodded. He is a fifth-level elixir master, and he can refine the elixir for resurrection.