Qi Jingzhi was thinking all his life, and the sharp knife trembled slightly, as if he was extremely happy.
Naturally, the boy in the mountains didn't know how to use sacrificial swords, and the sword in his hand was not a magic weapon. It was given by his father during his lifetime, and he regarded it as a treasure since he was a child. He even regarded it as a playmate who couldn't speak.
Ever since Lu Yunzi appeared, the sword had been heating up slightly. This was something he had never seen before today, and it was also the greatest confidence for Qi Jingzhi to dare to give it a try.
At this moment, the young man's right arm had just escaped the opponent's control. He had only regained partial consciousness and was still a little numb and weak.
But he refused to give up the great opportunity in front of him, so he simply handed the knife to his left hand, kicked off his feet vigorously, and rushed towards Lu Yunzi, slashing and hacking at him.
Lu Yunzi already knew how powerful he was, so he didn't dare to show his strength, but he was suddenly hit hard, and his actions were actually quite slow, and he couldn't avoid it at all.
In just a few breaths, the pair of arms that were protecting its face were chopped into pieces by the young man, and they were also transformed into groups of fluorescent gray air currents.
Qi Jingzhi saw clearly that the whole body of this guy was filled with airflow, and the most important thing was only that strange light blue face.
Seeing the boy's reluctance, even Lu Yunzi, a ferocious man who preyed on people, was frightened at this moment.
While trying its best to avoid the blade, it screamed and begged for mercy: "My dear benefactor, spare your life! For the sake of me taking care of Chen Er for you, please show mercy to me!"
Qi Jingzhi sneered when he heard this, and the coldness in his eyes became even stronger: "You have ruined Chen Er's afterlife, I will seek justice for him now!"
Hearing this, Lu Yunzi staggered and almost fell to the ground. If it had facial features on its face, it would probably be stunned.
How could the young man let go of such a good opportunity? He immediately stabbed out the knife and hit the guy between the eyebrows!
Lu Yunzi trembled all over and stood still on the spot as if he had been cast on a body-fixing technique.
Qi Jingzhi once again held the knife with both hands and slashed downward with the blade!
Stab! The sound is like cracking silk!
Lu Yunzi's strange pale green face had another black knife edge that was transparent from front to back.
The next moment, its entire body suddenly disintegrated, turning into a fluorescent gray gas that filled the sky. It then diluted and faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and was about to disappear without a trace.
In the gray air, a scarred and almost torn pale blue face slowly fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi immediately changed his backhand to hold the knife, lowered his back and sat on his horse, and without any hesitation, he stabbed him with the knife.
"What a cruel heart!"
That weird face looked like a frightened rabbit, rolling and jumping on the ground, and pounced on the young man's face.
Qi Jingzhi had already expected this, and immediately moved his arm horizontally, changing the undercut to a sweeping move.
Wherever the blade passed, it brought up a strong wind.
The weird face took advantage of the situation and flapped like a kite. Not only did it avoid the blade, but it also jumped up a large distance out of thin air. Then it folded in the air and hooded its head towards the young man again.
Qi Jingzhi's expression did not change, and he was about to act accordingly, when something suddenly changed!
His forehead suddenly burst into bright light, instantly illuminating the entire room like daylight.
A small bronze mirror as big as a palm flew out from between Qi Jingzhi's eyebrows and stood in front of him.
The mirror body is covered with radiant and simple patterns, but the mirror surface is extremely dark, like a dark and deep hole.
"What the hell is this?"
Weird Face let out a shrill roar, unable to dodge in time, and hit the small bronze mirror like a trap. Immediately, it seemed as if it was being pulled hard by something, and was pulled into the mirror inch by inch.
The misty smoke remaining in the house was like a bird flying into the forest, and was swallowed up by the mirror in a blink of an eye, leaving no trace of its former existence.
Qi Jingzhi battled wits and strength for a long time, and was about to completely kill Lu Yunzi, this evil thing, but his beard was cut off by a mirror of unknown origin.
He silently looked at the small bronze mirror hanging in front of him, feeling an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart, even stronger than what the sharp knife brought to him.
As if sensing the young man's gaze, the small bronze mirror suddenly fell from the air like a bird with broken wings.
Qi Jing subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it, but with just a glance, his heart suddenly tightened, and he almost threw the mirror away again.
Just because what was reflected in the clear water mirror was not himself, but a strange face without facial features... Lu Yunzi's face!
The two huge wounds have healed together, turning into hideous black scars.
The light blue face was taut, highlighting the deep-set eye sockets, and the depression at the mouth also expanded to the extreme, as if he was wailing.
Lifelike, but still, like a strange and terrifying mask.
As Qi Jingzhi watched, a string of small characters that floated like smoke slowly appeared in the blank space above the strange face.
"The spirit corpse has a soul that belongs to spiritual materials. It is broken in appearance and contains residual thoughts of the spirit. It can be read when worn, and can be refined, used as medicine, and made into tools."
Qi Jingzhi's eyes gradually widened, feeling that what he saw in front of him was too mysterious.
This is the only soul he has seen in his life, and this magical bronze mirror is even more unheard of. Such a divine object actually resides in the center of his eyebrows silently!
Before the young man could think about it, the small bronze mirror suddenly shook and turned into a stream of light, shining directly on his forehead.
Qi Jing was shocked and subconsciously raised his knife to block, but nothing happened.
He turned his wrist and rubbed it on his forehead. The place where he started felt smooth and warm.
At some point, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, but other than that, there was no other abnormality.
"Mirror, mirror, if you have a spirit, please come out and see me!"
Qi Jingzhi called twice in his heart, but unsurprisingly did not get any response.
Just when he was a little surprised and confused, he suddenly realized something. When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that there was something left in his hand, which was the soul corpse in the mirror just now.
This thing became a corpse, feeling smooth and cold. Although it was still a thin layer, it was much harder than before. It was more like a mask than a face.
Qi Jingzhi's eyes flashed, and he suddenly pressed the sharp knife against the mask.
I waited quietly for several breaths, but there was nothing unusual about either of them.
He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and looked around the room, only to see the bright moonlight and complete silence.
If it weren't for this mask in hand, everything that had happened before would have been like a dream that was hard to distinguish between true and false.
The next moment, Qi Jingzhi heard his grandpa snoring loudly.
The young man's heart suddenly calmed down. He bent down to pick up the scabbard from the ground, put away the sharp knife, tied the scabbard back to his left arm, covered it with his sleeve, and quietly left his house.
He first went to the kitchen to scoop out a ladle of cold water, tilted his neck and drank it down in one gulp. Then he walked back to the courtyard, sat down on the stone bench, and stared into the distance in a daze.
The old yellow dog was lying at the courtyard gate as usual, sleeping soundly at this time.
It seems that everything is no different from last night, and it seems that everything has changed.
The whole day's experiences kept spinning in the young man's mind. Chen Er, who was ferocious and greedy on the donkey's back, and Chen Er, who looked hideous and frightening before his death, with fear and sorrow in his eyes, fell to the ground and turned into a corpse. Chen Er of the corpse...
Chen Er with different faces gradually disappeared, and a strange light cyan face appeared again, far more distinctive than Chen Er.
Qi Jingzhi knew very well that starting from tonight, whether he wanted it or not, a more magical and dangerous world had already extended an invitation to him in an arrogant manner.
