Chapter 361 Soul Gathering Mirror (1)

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After saying goodbye to Min Gang and others, Yang Zimei took Xiaoqian back to his house.

Before he got close, Xiao Qian suddenly shouted, "Sister, there is a demon in front of you!"

Yang Zimei laughed, "What is demonic? Xiaoqian, you are a demon, okay?"

"I'm not a demon, I'm a ghost." Xiao Qian said seriously, "Sister, look, the person in front is very unusual."

Yang Zimei followed the direction it pointed at——

Walking in front of him was a man in his fifties who was wearing a slightly worn and dirty Taoist robe, with an ordinary body, ordinary appearance, and messy hair. His temperament was far from that of her master Yuqing, and there was no Taoist monk at all. The kind of immortal style of Taoist bones, like idle clouds and wild cranes, but like a liar in Taoist robes.

However, since he was wearing a Taoist robe, let's call him a Taoist priest.

"Xiaoqian, where did you find his demonic aura?" Yang Zimei also felt that this Taoist priest was a bit strange, but he couldn't see any demonic energy in him, the aura was like that of an ordinary person.

"Sister, there is something wrong with the mirror in his hand." Xiao Qian said seriously.

Mirror?

Yang Zimei's gaze fell on the Taoist priest's hand, and sure enough, his hand grabbed a bronze round mirror with a handle, and the bronze surface was rusted.

However, she couldn't see any antique material on this bronze mirror, because it seemed to be blocked by some spell, even if she opened her eyes, she couldn't see the situation clearly.

What kind of mirror is this?

Who is this priest?

She stood to one side, quietly watching the Taoist priest holding the mirror around her house and looking at it—

Her pupils shrank slightly—

Could it be that this Taoist priest wants to be detrimental to himself?

Just as she was about to step forward, she suddenly heard the Taoist priest whisper in a slightly surprised tone: "Strange, how come there are no wronged souls?"

Injustice?

Yang Zimei's brows were slightly wrinkled. Could it be that he came here to find the wronged soul, not specifically to himself?

"There's no reason. Wasn't this a mass grave before? Who dared to build a house here and take away all the ghosts?" The Taoist said to himself again.

Maybe he wanted to see the house clearly and jumped on the ground a few times, but he still couldn't jump over the wall and see what was inside.

At the beginning, in order to enhance the privacy of the house, Yang Zimei specially asked Xia Guohui to build the wall higher than the ordinary courtyard.

Even if someone climbed up with the help of a ladder to look at it, they couldn't see the special place, because she had already set up a blindfold, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it was just an ordinary house.

"Sister, what do you think that person wants to do?" Xiao Qian looked at the Taoist priest clumsily, like a grasshopper, constantly kicking up and down the wall, very funny.

"I don't know either." She was truly speechless about the Taoist priest's actions.

She looked at him with open eyes, and the data showed that he was from a small Taoist temple in Shanxi, his name was Yu Zhenzi, 53 years old, and other information was unknown.

A Taoist name like Yuzhenzi sounds very Taoist, and a person with such a name must at least be as immortal as Master Yuqing, but in the end he looks naive.

She couldn't help but walked over, "Excuse me, sir, why are you pedaling around in my apron?"