I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 247 Decisive Battle ()

That memory finally came to an end, Qin Jian felt the lost warmth in his hand return, he turned his head, He Si had returned to his side. They each walked through the reincarnation again, and finally came together again.

Qin Jian knew that she had seen everything and remembered everything. It turned out that the scene she saw after drinking the mulberry wine and the desperate confession in the Pharmacist Hall happened after that.

That day he struggled to push the girl out of the Hall of Mirrors, but after all he was at the end of his strength, and the final landing point was not far from the ancient temple. The girl trudged through the weeds, stumbling and stumbling, and finally pushed open the creaking door of the ancient temple. She saw the person she had been seeking for, lying dying in front of the dilapidated statue, which seemed like a tragic fate that had already been determined.

She knelt on the ground, holding her chest which was bleeding profusely, her mind was blank. The person who was conceited about her ability to bring back the dead finally suffered the regret of being unable to do anything. This despair was beyond her years and shattered her in an instant.

"You woke me up this time, didn't you?"

A gentle voice sounded in her ears. He Si held the hand of the person who was with her at the moment, feeling the real warmth, and finally came out of the severe pain. She nodded, and then shook her head.

The experience afterwards was just like their first life. She wanted to go with him, or live like a walking corpse, but she remembered the days and nights she spent with him - since you taught me, raised me, and helped me practice medicine to save the world, then I will be a good doctor and save this world for you. She wanted to live with a little thought, so she raised the bricks and stones in her hand several times, but still couldn't do it. She was reluctant to destroy the mirror. She remembered what Qin Jian said when he took her into that illusion - do you believe that there are things in this world that cannot be explained by common sense?
At that time, the girl who seemed mature but had always been protected under his wings didn't know what happened, but she saw it. She saw the process of the man's resurrection from the reincarnation shown to her by the mirror - as long as she exchanged her whole life of saving the dying and the wounded, she would be willing to do so even if they would be separated forever and never see each other again.

God was really cruel, making her experience reincarnation again. And this time, both of them had lost their memories. It took such a long time for them to meet again after so many twists and turns.

Fortunately, we met after all.

The ink color completed its mission and completely dissipated. In the vast and boundless sky and earth, another figure that had disappeared not long ago also appeared. Yanyan's face was not good. It seemed that the countless lonely nights she had spent standing on the Buddha platform were not easily erased by time. When Qin Jian and He Si witnessed their last meeting before reincarnation, she once again experienced a heart-piercing blow - the black dagger pierced his body and instantly sucked away the only light left in his life. From then on, his life was only cold and damp.

At this moment, she was sitting on the top of a white cloud that had just appeared in the sky, looking down from above, her tone was approachable but sarcastic, as if she was giving alms.

"You see, I never ask for much," she said, pointing a finger at Qin Jian, then at He Si, "a drop of your blood, and a drop of your tears."

"So, we are the ones who are ungrateful." Qin Jian said, and calmly protected He Si behind him. He didn't know Yanyan's strength, but he had expected that this battle would be extremely difficult. He still remembered what Yanyan said in the book at that time, not that you can never defeat me, but that you can never defeat me.

Sure enough, Yanyan just smiled contemptuously when he saw this, and raised his hand, the earth shook and a huge mirror rose from the ground with a rumbling sound. It had a crimson frame and a silver mirror surface, and it looked even more eerie than before.

"This is a chess game with two screens, but it is also a mirror domain. You should be familiar with my real body." Yanyan said as he gently jumped down from the clouds and sat steadily on the top of the mirror. He held the mirror frame with one hand and turned the brush with the other. He crossed his legs comfortably, still looking down at the world.

"I thought you would hide longer this time," He Si raised her head, her eyes no longer childish, and her calm words concealed cruelty, "You revealed your true identity so soon, it seems that Qin Jian's knife was not light last time." "You revealed your true identity so soon, of course you are fully confident and want to make a quick decision. Last time, I prepared hastily, but gave you enough time, but in the end one died and one was injured. This time the situation is the opposite. You don't know how long I have planned for this moment, and you have just woken up. Is there a better ending?" Yanyan said, his eyes rolling, looking at Qin Jian with a sneer, "Mr. Qin, what do you think?"

"Too much talk leads to mistakes."

As he spoke, the copper movable type on Qin Jian's fingertips began to spin, and dense Chinese characters poured out, like a rope, heading towards Yanyan. But Yanyan was not in a hurry, and even did not change the posture of crossing his legs. He just tapped the mirror twice with the pen.

After two ding-dong sounds, the mirror surface surged like flowing water. A stream of water leaped lightly and rushed out of the mirror, just catching the top of the rope, and then gurgled down along the winding upward trajectory. The rope was originally made of stacked Chinese characters, and it melted when it came into contact with water. For a moment, the ink was dense, the originally clear stream became dark, and the Chinese characters disappeared into thin air.

"how?"

Before Qin Jian could answer, the smile on Yanyan's face had turned cold, and the dark stream water also turned cold. The slender waterfall that was rushing down a second ago froze into solid ice the moment it hit the ground, crashing into the ground mercilessly, with ice fragments flying everywhere, as sharp as a knife blade.

The fire rose just right, and along with it, Xiaojiu's wings. The hurricane rolled up the raging fire and rushed towards the huge mirror without turning back, but the mirror was like the ocean, not avoiding or giving way, but instead welcoming it with a more turbulent attitude. In the battle between fire and water, a hot and gorgeous collision, a huge mist rose up, bringing with it rolling heat waves, blocking everyone's vision.

He Si felt uneasy. She called out softly, but got no response. In the vast whiteness, something was moving quickly, faster than the silk thread at her fingertips, and the man beside her suddenly trembled.

A bright red flower exploded in the white mist, extremely eye-catching. It was Qin Jian's blood.

"Qin Jian!"

"nothing."

He Si was panicked, but Qin Jian still spoke in a calm tone. The mist dissipated, and a drop of blood fell into the mirror. Behind the wandering red color was Yanyan's smug smile.

"Well, although you made this mirror yourself, I am still better at manipulating the mirror domain."

"Fog..." He Si suddenly came to her senses. The rising fog just now blocked her vision, but for the other two, it was a confrontation between countless fields of vision and countless mirrors, and Qin Jian was obviously at a disadvantage.

She turned her head and before she could check Qin Jian's wound, she heard Yanyan say, "In this case, there is only one tear left of yours."