I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 211: Pharmacist Hall (Part )
"Ah Si! Ah Si!"

She was about to succeed, but a severe headache vibrated in her brain along with the man's voice, and everything in front of her eyes became double.

The voice was getting closer and closer, as if it was coming with the wind and had already entered the world he was in.

"Why, why don't you let me see it, what are you hiding!" He Si suddenly shouted, strange yet familiar memories and severe migraine resonated in her brain at the same time. She remembered that she had also faced such a moment. That was the first time she and Qin Jian met in a fantasy, and Qin Jian wanted to take away the glimmer of light that belonged to her.

"A mere nightmare wants to control me." At that time, she said, "The dream is shattered, the truth awakens, I can return to my world, where can you go?"

That time, she turned around and jumped into the abyss, but this time, she would not do that. She wanted to see everything in the dream clearly, she wanted to know the cause and effect of this series of events, and she wanted to make this dream bow to her.

"You are nothing but a nightmare. It's time for me to control you. I am the master of illusion. Either show me the whole truth, or let me put an end to you once and for all."

As she spoke, a faint light gathered around her. A strong wind blew up, and she stood in the eye of the wind, watching the woman's long hair being blown away. The light illuminated the man's face - his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his chest was heaving weakly. It was Song Zhaoxuan.

It was clearly the face she had imagined, but He Si's mind was in disarray and she took two steps back involuntarily. Her eyes therefore caught a glimpse of the mirror. In the black light, a face flashed by. He Si would never be wrong, it was Qin Jian's face.

She subconsciously turned around and whispered, "Qin Jian."

"He Si."

As if responding to her call, Qin Jian's voice appeared again. However, in the temple that was penetrated by the wind, there were only the twelve Yaksha generals who were watching silently, two of them, and one Song Zhaoxuan, and there was clearly no sign of Qin Jian.

"Is that you?" He Si finally walked closer to the mirror. Qin Jian's portrait had disappeared, replaced by her own sad reflection. She slowly stretched out her hand towards the mirror.

Unlike before when she couldn't touch the woman's hair, she immediately felt a cold touch from her fingertips. She didn't have time to withdraw her hand, and half of her body was paralyzed. But before she could think about what happened, she heard the woman's surprised voice: "Sir, sir, you're awake."

"What happened? Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

"You promised me a life of ease and comfort, taught me the way to be a good person, encouraged me to set my sights high, and protected me for a peaceful life, but do you know what I really want?" "I know you are afraid of what people say. You raised me, but I am not your child. Why can't I love you? I have never called you father in my life."

"Sir, look at me, look at me, I don't believe you have never loved me."

The woman was still chattering, but He Si no longer cared. She knew that the person who opened his eyes was no longer Song Zhaoxuan.

A thin ball of light rose from Song Zhaoxuan's body. He tried to struggle, but was taken into the mirror. Then Song Zhaoxuan's figure appeared on the mirror, looking at everything outside the mirror with confusion, and Qin Jian appeared behind him. Before He Si could exclaim, a pair of pale hands touched Song Zhaoxuan's neck, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly exerted force. It was an extremely silent moment. The thin neck had been twisted off, and a corpse shook twice and slowly fell to the ground.

The person in the mirror smiled at her, with a sinister and vicious smile. He Si was nailed to the spot by this smile. That was an expression that would never appear on Qin Jian's face.

"Silly girl." It was Qin Jian's voice, filled with helpless doting. A dazzling surprise blossomed on the woman's face, but then her neck bent into a strange angle. Until her death, there was an expectant smile on her face, as if life bloomed and withered at this moment.

"Have you seen enough?" The man clapped his hands, looked at the corpse on the ground, with some disgust and some pride, he walked towards He Si, his face had turned into Qin Jian's.

"He Si!" The voice was getting closer, as if it had crossed the barrier of the world and reached the courtyard of the ancient temple.

The person in front of her was approaching step by step. He Si was unable to move. The scene she just saw made her forget to struggle and she was ready to face the upcoming fate. But she didn't understand why the person was calling her until this moment. Everything has been revealed. Is it too late to wake her up now?

He Si suddenly remembered that she had asked Qin Jian several times about his transformation into human form. Why was he the only special one among so many rare treasures? He was the only one who turned from a mirror into a human. Qin Jian always replied with a word "forgotten". She never thought about it at that time, but now she finally understood that he could transform because he took the lives of two masters, including Song Zhaoxuan and He Si herself.

He Si felt dizzy because of Qin Jian who was approaching step by step in front of her and because of Qin Jian who kept calling her from behind. She knew that the voice was already standing at the door of the temple. She was surrounded by Qin Jian in two time and space.

No, He Si suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart. If Qin Jian's goal was to transform and walk in the world like a human, no matter what means he used, he had already succeeded. Why would he risk exposing his identity at any time to help the special cultural relics protection department continue to collect these ancient relics with human obsession? It seems that he has a deep connection with this department, and what he has done is not overnight. Is it also out of obsession with his own kind? But why did he come to me?

He Si was confused. She knew that the encounter in the hotel was not accidental, but Qin Jian's behavior at that time was definitely not what a person who designed this encounter would be like. From disdain to reluctant help, to falling into danger and even being seriously injured to protect her and Xiaojiu, are all these recent situations really acting? She doesn't believe it. If Qin Jian is really such a calculating, sinister and vicious person, why does she see him as open-minded and bright? Obviously indifferent and detached, as if wandering outside the world, but he cares about everything and has to enter this world. Even if he can hide it from himself, Deng Yizhi, Fan Yu, Liu Rui, and even Guan Zihe are all people who have cultivated from all kinds of human feelings. Can he hide it from these people?
"It turns out that I am such a gentleman in Ah Si's heart. What a surprise." The sinister voice sounded, calling He Si back from her chaotic thoughts, but it also made her realize another problem - the person in front of her could see through what she was thinking - is this not my illusion? But I just condensed a glimmer, raised a hurricane, and manipulated this dream, and only then did I see the truth under the hair?

If I were not the master of this illusion...