I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 251 Reinforcements (I)

"What!" Yanyan had an incredible look on her face. The mirror magnified her astonishment. Countless pairs of eyes widened at the same time, and their pupils contracted, revealing bloodshot whites of their eyes, making her look a little ridiculous for a moment.

She never thought that Fan Yu would use the power of the Word Spirit to say this. This sentence required too much power, and it would be difficult for an ordinary person to achieve it even if he devoted his entire life. Fan Yu's extraordinary talent did make him the only person in the world who could make this sentence come true, but for him at this moment, this sentence was tantamount to suicide, because the tip of his pen was piercing his heart.

Yanyan knew that she had fallen into a trap that she still hadn't seen through. She couldn't help but look back, only to see that the dagger that had shattered her was broken. Just because she turned her head back, the dagger broke. This was impossible. It was a sharp blade that had been handed down for thousands of years. Could it be that because of Fan Yu's words, this world really lost all its divine power, and even the divine weapons became scrap metal?
Yanyan couldn't figure it out. She instinctively wanted to make amends, but the world in front of her had changed because of Fan Yu's words. Her power was draining away. She was trapped in the mirror domain. She could only vent all her anger and unwillingness on Fan Yu, almost shouting: "You're looking for death!"

Fan Yu looked at Yanyan, whose expression changed suddenly several times, and knew that she was angry and embarrassed. He felt a tearing pain in his chest, but he couldn't help laughing.

He knew that what he said was a paradox for his life. In a sense, he was not a mortal either. The divine power he obtained came from the loss in his childhood. It was just that his divine power was not as conspicuous as those of the people in front of him, but it was very practical - he was not afraid of being injured because he could repair himself very quickly - for example, the blow that was about to break his heart at this moment would definitely kill a mortal, but for him it was just an indescribable pain, simple treatment, and a day of sleep.

However, when he said those words, not only did he take away Yanyan's divine power, he also became a mortal and wiped out his own life with his own hands.

The moment he said this, the whole world did not change at all. He thought he had failed, so he silently added in his heart that he only needed to turn this mirror area into a place for mortals. Then, the hard oracle bone fragment in his left hand lost its sense of existence. He opened his palm and saw only powder. He knew that everything had begun.

The entire mirror domain trembled because of his words. The chaotic images were swallowed up by the mirrors. The flowers, birds, fish and insects all faded away. The mirrors fell down neatly like dominoes and merged into the rippling green waves. Silently, the water surface disappeared, leaving only three mirrors standing in the endless void. Yanyan fell to the ground dejectedly.

Although it only applies to the Mirror Domain, the structure of this sentence is still too grand. Fan Yu feels that his vitality is being rapidly drained, and the disappearing vitality, in turn, suppresses the replacement of his cells, further sending him into the abyss - everything is exactly as he expected.

"Fan Yu!"

Qin Jian arrived faster than his voice, and then Yanyan was knocked over by a strong wind and fell like a leaf. He Si also realized that something was wrong. She concentrated all her strength on the mirror in front of her. The sound of the mirror breaking and the sound of Fan Yu's chest being pierced reached her ears at the same time, causing the blood in her body to stop flowing. She turned around in a daze, watching Fan Yu being held in Qin Jian's arms, his hair was pale, his face was wrinkled, and his clothes were stained with blood, but he was still smiling.

He said: "Uncle Qin, this is how the art of words and spirits works. If you seek benevolence, you will get it. I won't lose anything."

"Don't talk." Qin Jian used all his strength to hold down Fan Yu's wound that was bleeding. His hands and voice were trembling. "Why are you always so reckless!"

"The dagger you gave me..." Fan Yu struggled to hold Qin Jian's hand, "Jing Ke stabbed the King of Qin. Win or lose, it's a dead end. It's so cool to die for someone you are loyal to. I've wanted to do this for a long time." Qin Jian's chest rose and fell several times before he managed to steady his tone and whispered, "Hold on, Doctor Guan will be here soon."

As if choking on his own blood, Fan Yu coughed twice and then thought of something interesting. He smiled and looked at Qin Jian's red eyes and said, "Uncle Qin, I didn't expect you to send me off twice today."

"Stop talking." He Si also rushed to Fan Yu's side. She thought of what Fan Yu had said before - Uncle Qin was really something, why did he think of sending me a clock - tears finally fell. He was always like this, careless, outspoken, like a three-year-old child, but now she was afraid that what he said would come true.

Yanyan couldn't bear to see the warmth between the three people. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up from behind them. His originally handsome face showed twisted hatred and pleasure: "What a deep brotherly love, but it's a pity that it's useless. Even if you sacrifice yourself, you still can't kill me. When you die completely, the Word Spirit Technique will lose its effect, and these people you tried so hard to save will still die."

"is it?"

"Yes, because the real eye of the formation is the fourth mirror." Yanyan said fiercely. She won. She had been planning for hundreds of years, lying dormant for hundreds of years, and finally won.

Looking at the painful Qin Jian, she almost wanted to howl to the sky, but when she raised her head, she suddenly felt a chill in her chest, forcing her to lower her head again. She saw that there was suddenly a crack in her chest, and countless dark bats were passing through it, bringing gloomy moisture to a snow-white mirror area.

When Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin, she finally realized that the dagger was not broken, but had been replaced by someone.

Yanyan recalled Fan Yu's words just now - I know, we all know - they knew that the mirror was broken into four pieces, but they put on a show. They activated the Star Instrument Array in front of her, pretending to hold on, pretending to be defeated, pretending to have finally found all the fragments of the mirror after going through countless hardships, and preparing to launch a fatal attack together.

Yanyan staggered a few steps. She thought she had played the three people on the opposite side with ease. She even deliberately gave Qin Jian and He Si the opportunity to smash the mirror, wanting to give them a little sweetness, so that they could see the dawn of victory and appear again unscathed when they thought they had accomplished their mission and breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted to see Qin Jian's face at that time. His always cold expression was stripped of cracks, not because of He Si, but because of her. Just thinking about it made her excited. Only then would she slowly reveal the answer to them - these mirrors were all a cover, and the last mirror was the source of all her strength at the moment. In this way, you should be convinced and die with your eyes closed.

But only then did she realize that the dagger had been left outside the domain, because they also knew of the existence of the fourth mirror, and even determined its location without telling her. She was the one being played around with by them.

Yanyan looked at the crack on her chest that was getting bigger and bigger, and thought of the person holding the knife from outside the domain. There was indeed one person in this world who could pick up that dagger without being retaliated against. That person had also used this dagger to seriously injure her - Guan Zihe.