I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 212: Confrontation (I)

Before He Si had time to think about it, the man took another step forward, still with a smile on his face and walking leisurely, but He Si felt that he was stopping her from thinking further - thinking about the Lord of Illusion.

"Help them collect cultural relics? Haha, I really enjoy helping others." Qin Jian's smile became brighter, but his eyes became colder. "You can see that your life and your lover's life can help me transform temporarily, but it can't last forever. I collect those cultural relics, but I just take their spirits and make up for my own losses."

"I don't believe it. If the spirit of the cultural relic is useful to you, why did you share it with the little stone?" He Si stared at the speaker's eyes indecisively, but her body honestly exposed her fear and anxiety, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back. But if someone was observing from the side, they would find that the direction He Si moved happened to cover the mirror that could reflect her through the speaker's body.

Qin Jian, who was speaking, didn't seem to notice this change, and continued to answer nonchalantly: "It's just a test subject. It can also weaken Deng Yizhi's vigilance, so why not?"

"Then why did you come to me?" He Si raised her voice in an intense tone, as if she was extremely indignant. She pointed one hand at Qin Jian's face and put the other hand behind her back. She moved her fingers almost imperceptibly, and a small piece of silk thread fell from her fingertips to the ground, like floating dust.

The door behind him creaked shut. Qin Jian looked at He Si, whose momentum had obviously dropped, with satisfaction. He pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Because... it's more convenient to take your life than to collect those cultural relics. In this life, you and the Song guy appeared at the same time again. If I don't take action, wouldn't it be a waste of the great opportunity given to me by God?"

He Si gritted her teeth, her eyes red, and asked word by word: "Then why have you delayed until now?"

"Because I found something interesting," Qin Jian said without hiding anything, with a smug tone, as if he was teasing a small animal trapped in his palm. "In this life, you actually have the ability to see through the obsession of cultural relics. Keeping you by my side to search for more cultural relic spirits for me may be more cost-effective than killing you directly. Besides, you are not bad looking. I suddenly wanted to try the feeling of having a confidante, but I didn't expect that I still underestimated you and let you discover the truth."

Following Qin Jian's boastful tone, the dust on the ground quickly approached him under the drive of He Si, and then passed through his body effortlessly - he was also an illusion, He Si finally confirmed this answer.

"Really?" She lowered her eyes and answered absentmindedly, knowing that there was no need to continue acting.

From the beginning, her heart was not on this conversation. She was avoiding the mirror. Through the emotionally uncontrolled conversation, she determined in the gaps between words that the real owner of this illusion was the mirror. In this illusion that could not be touched by fingers, only the mirror gave her a cold touch. Only the mirror was real. At this moment, the dust that passed through Qin Jian's body was rushing towards the mirror, and the next moment it would shatter the mirror.

The expected cracking sound did not come, and the clear pulling feeling on her fingertips disappeared without a trace the moment the silk thread hit the mirror - her silk thread was out of her control.

What happened? He Si was startled, and raised her eyes again, watching the thread plunge into the mirror without causing any ripples. It was trapped in the mirror, like a drifting duckweed on a calm lake, without any support.

"You!" He Si's words were cut off by the teasing and contemptuous eyes. She glared at those eyes unwillingly, but could not say another word. "Ah Si, are you not going to act anymore?" Compared to He Si's anger, Qin Jian spoke gently. His eyes were calm, as if he was talking to a dead person. "Don't be sad. I almost fell into the trap. You made a very correct judgment. Everything here is the product of that mirror. You avoided the mirror. Unfortunately, the moon in the sky, the moss on the ground, the statues of the secular world, the passers-by in time and space, including me in front of you, we are all his eyes."

"So what?" The same voice came from behind, also cold, but not gloomy, but rather cold and indifferent, as if the world was nothing in his eyes, except He Si. That voice had been calling He Si's name outside the illusion before, and now, he flicked his long sleeves, and the tightly closed door collapsed, and he finally entered the hall accompanied by Xiao Jiu's faint light.

He Si didn't look back. She saw the distorted face of Qin Jian in front of her, and then she smiled and replied, "I won't act anymore. I've already acted. Speaking of which, that mirror is the Lord of Illusion. Didn't he tell you that the reinforcements I called were coming? Oh, by the way, you are his eyes. Didn't you tell him?"

As He Si spoke, he relaxed visibly, and Qin Jian, who was standing behind him, softened his expression unconsciously. Compared to He Si's cautious and careful approach, he preferred He Si's domineering and bullying approach - relying on his power.

"Hmph, a little beast, it was my negligence." The man in front of him was harsh in words, but he was actually afraid in his heart. He took a few steps back and stood behind the mirror, looking at the man and the bird who were approaching vigilantly.

"Negligence?" He Si didn't want to let him go. "I haven't introduced my partner to you yet, Xiao Jiu, the Eye-Pulling Bird, a divine bird from hell that feeds on the eyes of evil spirits. Once it hides in the night, even the Lord of Hell can hardly find its trace, let alone you."

"Hell, haha, where is the light?" As he spoke, the silver light that was originally flowing in the mirror enshrined in the center of the temple suddenly increased, as if all the moonlight outside the window was immersed in the mirror.

"Chiu!" Xiao Jiu was not afraid at all. He let out a long cry and flew up, still protecting He Si from behind. As his wings flapped, the golden light seemed to have a physical body, extending outward inch by inch, blooming like a flower.

Silver light and golden light, one in front and one behind, He Si saw two shadows appearing under her feet, and it was hard to tell which was higher. So Qin Jian raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and the air seemed to be ignited, and the light of Xiao Jiu became brighter. He Si saw the shadow in front of her constantly climbing forward, gradually climbing up the stone platform, and covering the mirror. The sun rose, and the moon's light was forced to leave.

"A'si, won't you introduce me?" It was only at this moment that Qin Jian spoke again.

"You are so polite," the person behind the mirror said before He Si could answer, "Do we need a third person to introduce us?"

"Really?" Qin Jian's eyes were dim. He found that the light from Xiao Jiu's body made everything in the dim room transparent, but it could not illuminate the blurry figure clearly. "What about you? Who are you?"

"Me?" The person behind the mirror first stared at Qin Jian's expression, then narrowed his eyes and shook his head, "You really have forgotten everything, Qin Jian, am I not you?"