Liu Shaoying drove in silence. Wei Yuan sat in the passenger seat, watching the sky gradually darken. The streetlights on both sides lit up, officially transitioning from dusk to night. Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze and said, "Something like this happened, why didn't you go to the police?"

Liu Shaoying was silent for a moment, took a breath, and said,

"...This kind of thing isn't good to take to the police."

"Everyone is just an ordinary person, with flesh and blood, with families. Facing this kind of situation, they wouldn't be much better than me. Dragging them into these ghostly matters, wouldn't that be hurting them?"

"To be honest, if it weren't for you, Curator... you being special, I was planning to leave."

Wei Yuan pondered, "I see."

"Then what were you originally planning to do?"

Liu Shaoying was at a loss, his face a little pale. After a moment of silence, he replied, "I don't know."

"But in any case, I can't hurt people."

Wei Yuan nodded.

He thought to himself that if this matter were taken to the police, it would most likely be directly handed over to members of the Special Operations Team to handle, and it would directly enter the extraordinary event stage. But now, most people don't yet have this awareness, and don't know that they can report a ghost sighting to the police.

This is also the necessity of popularizing the supernatural in the future.

After all, the spiritual energy is recovering faster and faster, and similar things will not be uncommon. The system must keep up with the times.

The car stopped at the bottom of the apartment building. Liu Shaoying supported the steering wheel with his hands, took several deep breaths, and then tremblingly took out the key, got out of the car, and entered the door. Wei Yuan followed behind him. As soon as he pushed the door open, he smelled a faint sandalwood fragrance.

The home decoration was very warm, but there were some discordant elements.

Wei Yuan saw that a red cloth was laid on a table on one side, and several Buddha statues were placed on it.

More than one.

Then he saw the old lady who was devoutly worshiping and praying to the Buddha. Only then did he remember that this old lady was the one he and Yuanjue had seen on Yingtianfu Street three days ago, the one holding the Buddha statue and walking devoutly. The old lady was a little surprised to see a guest visiting so late. Wei Yuan smiled and introduced himself:

"I opened a museum. I heard that you invited a Buddha statue to your house, so I came to take a look."

Only then did the old lady's expression soften. Hearing that he was there for the Buddha statue, she pulled Wei Yuan and enthusiastically told him how powerful the Buddha statue was, how famous the master who consecrated the Buddha statue was, and how things consecrated by a master who had been chanting scriptures for decades had great merit.

"With great merit, how did you invite this Buddha statue back?"

"This, of course, is through piety, and then paying some money."

"Oh, the great monk's Buddhist merit is bought with money."

The old lady felt that the young man's words had some hidden meaning, but the latter looked serious, as if he was stating a fact, so she couldn't say anything. Wei Yuan looked around the house. He had recovered part of the remnant of his past life's true spirit, so his own spirituality was quite sensitive, and he could feel the filth lurking in the sandalwood fragrance.

It seemed that although the Buddha statue had been invited back, the previous mirror spirit was still there.

But that was normal. After all, it was a mirror spirit, which was more difficult to deal with than ordinary evil spirits.

Mirrors have special connotations in the cultivation world.

They have the effect of reflecting the ugliness of people's hearts and sealing certain things. Of course, the things sealed would never be good things. The old lady went to burn incense and chant scriptures to the Buddha statue. Wei Yuan sat on the sofa and saw the nut plate on the table, with half filled with melon seeds and peanuts, and half filled with candies.

There were triangle-shaped liquor-filled chocolates wrapped in colored paper inside.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Wei Yuan reached out and took one, opened the wrapper and put the candy in his mouth.

The sweetness mixed with the wine, and the delicate texture of the chocolate contrasted with the texture of the liquor filling, stimulating the taste buds, making Wei Yuan squint his eyes slightly in satisfaction, thinking about whether to buy some for his home, and send some to the Tiannv side. He wouldn't send any to Yu Ji's side, because if he went to the door, he was afraid of being stabbed to death by the Overlord Spear.

Just as he was thinking, Wei Yuan suddenly felt a chill down his spine, feeling something staring at him from behind. Without even turning his head, his own magic power circulated at will, overflowing like flowing wind, and he 'saw' that it was a child of about five or six years old.

However, the soul body was dim, and half of the three souls and seven spirits were missing.

Although it was said to be a person, it was actually half a ghost. In the records of *Ying Chuang Yi Cao* (Gleanings from the Study Window), someone once obtained a precious mirror, which was made by Zhu Quan of the Five Dynasties after his beloved concubine died in a chaotic army. He asked a true cultivator to cast it with her soul blood. In the mirror, one could peek at people, sing and dance. That person lived with this mirror spirit, but within a few months, he was seriously ill and dying.

Mirror spirits are not kind people in the first place.

Wei Yuan's magic power sensed that the 'child' was staring coldly at his back.

And no one was able to notice. Then the child slowly walked out, seeming to use a technique similar to ghost obscuration, and walked towards Wei Yuan step by step. The old lady's voice of chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha became more and more frequent and rapid, the Buddhist sounds were loud and clear, and the sandalwood fragrance was rich. Behind him, an Yin ghost was approaching, which was eerie and terrifying. Liu Shaoying was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, and the sound of the kitchen knife touching the cutting board was crisp and rhythmic.

*Dang, dang, dang...*

The child silently approached Wei Yuan's back.

His eyes were cold and resentful, and he reached out to touch Wei Yuan's back.

Closer and closer, closer and closer...

Suddenly,

A hand patted him on the shoulder silently.

??!

The child's face turned pale, and he was almost scared to scream. He couldn't even maintain the blinding trick, and directly revealed his form. He turned his head suddenly, but there was nothing. When he turned his head again, he saw that the museum curator who had been facing away from him turned his head, his eyes watching him, his face gentle and smiling:

"Little friend, do you want a candy?"

"............"

The little boy, who was almost scared into a cold sweat, stared at Wei Yuan, and after a long time, he remembered to shake his head.

"Okay."

Wei Yuan nodded with regret on the surface, and then peeled open the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth.

His own magic power spread out, scattered around his body, each magic power like a thin silk floating.

All the thin threads were densely captured, like a net.

This was something he naturally learned after recovering part of his memory from the Three Kingdoms period.

Although he did not obtain the complete true spirit, nor the abilities that Jue had seen in his later years and praised as having profound Taoism, the control and use of magic power was still greatly improved after mastering this part of the memory.

After all, his body was weak at that time, and he had to save every bit of magic power.

If he could save a magic power, he could draw one more talisman water.

He could save one more person.

He was silent for a moment, and mocked himself in his heart.

After all, the poor use tactical insertion, a traditional skill.

The child, who was obviously affected by the mirror spirit and had only half of his three souls and seven spirits left, planned to run away, but was grabbed by Wei Yuan's hand. Wei Yuan felt a piece of coldness where he touched it, and the Taiping Dao Taoism and the Crouching Tiger Art magic power were eager to move in his body.

And where Wei Yuan held the child, a cyan-purple mark appeared directly.

The half-human, half-ghost little boy's body stiffened.

He couldn't run away... he couldn't break free...

He looked up and saw Wei Yuan smiling gently: "Don't be afraid, uncle is a good person."

"Uncle heard that you have a mirror. You see, I opened a museum, and I happen to be missing a mirror. Can you let me see it? Just take it as a reference..."

One of the little boy's eyes turned pure black.

He seemed to see a phantom but real tiger behind this young man in black clothes with a gentle face. When the young man smiled gently, the tiger also opened its mouth, revealing its sharp fangs. There was no warmth in its cold amber eyes.

The tiger was extremely large, and its forehead almost touched the roof.

The young man and the tiger, one real and one virtual, one in front and one behind, both stared at him.

The originally not-so-large room gave off a distant and empty atmosphere.

The half-human, half-ghost monster felt cold air coming out of his back and his limbs were stiff.

The boy had to nod with difficulty, and Wei Yuan let go.

Watching the little child run away, Wei Yuan inexplicably felt that he was like a weirdo scaring children.

He rubbed his chin.

No, this is clearly acting bravely for a just cause, subduing demons and eliminating evil. He is a five-good youth.

He picked up another piece of candy and put it in his mouth.

………………

Under Wei Yuan's gentle and friendly gaze, the boy had no choice but to take out his mirror.

Then he handed the mirror over.

This was a bronze mirror, but it was as bright as a modern mirror, with complex patterns on it.

Wei Yuan's expression became slightly solemn. These kinds of ancient mirrors that give birth to strangeness are somewhat evil, often representing the evil of human nature, or the opposite world. If you are not careful, you can easily be tricked. He took a deep breath, and the core of the Taiping Essentials, rather than the Crouching Tiger Art, operated instinctively. He looked at the mirror sideways.

ps: Today's first update... two thousand six hundred words~ The second update should be before twelve o'clock.

Thanks to Lan Yin's 30,000 starting coins, thank you~