"Um......"
Zuo Qingya stepped out of the mirror and looked at it. "Oh no, I forgot to ask how to make a contract."
"Idiot, just drip blood directly."
"Oh, okay."
Without saying a word, Zuo Qingya cut her finger, and blood gushed out like a faucet. Looking at this scene, Zuo Qingya recalled her experience in the wasteland world, and saw the blood gushing out.
"No way, no way, this talent actually came with me? This is terrible! I still don't know how to stop the bleeding!"
Zuo Qingya shook her head, "Forget it, let's make a contract for this first."
I put my bleeding finger directly on it, and it actually sucked my blood?
Tan Xianglong, looking at himself in the mirror, curled his lips into a wicked smile. "I didn't expect this little girl to be so gullible. She actually signed the contract. Just wait to die, hahaha... Once her blood is drained, that will be my chance to possess her."
But after waiting for a long time, it was still sucking blood, and Tan Xianglong sensed something was wrong.
"What's going on? How come they're still alive?"
Zuo Qingya, who was outside, had already found a comfortable spot to sit down, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought.
At this moment, Zuo Qingya widened the wound on her finger, causing even more bleeding.
Tan Xianglong was unlucky; he never expected Zuo Qingya to have this talent.
Gradually, the mirror stopped absorbing Zuo Qingya's blood. Perhaps because it had drunk too much of Zuo Qingya's blood, it began to spit blood out.
Zuo Qingya was puzzled, but looking at the reflection in the mirror, could it be that she had drunk too much and vomited?
Zuo Qingya touched her chin, thinking that this was possible.
Zuo Qingya tried to reach out and touch it, but the mirror seemed to dislike her and bounced away.
Zuo Qingya frowned, waved her hand, and the mirror flew over. Zuo Qingya caught it in her hand.
But the mirror was still struggling to break free. Little did it know that once it absorbed her blood, the mirror would be hers, and it had absorbed so much that the entire mirror was soaked in her blood. Even Tan Xianglong in the mirror was hers. With just a thought, Tan Xianglong would surely die.
She had heard what Tan Xianglong said in the mirror. She was indeed no match for him before and could be easily controlled by him. It was just a pity that he was unlucky. He wanted to drain her blood and then possess her body. If she were an ordinary person, she would definitely not have been able to escape this calamity. Who would have thought that she had this talent, the talent of a wastelander.
Zuo Qingya greeted Tan Xianglong with a smile, "Hello!"
Tan Xianglong rolled his eyes. "I miscalculated. I didn't expect you to have so much blood. You even made the mirror vomit."
Zuo Qingya chuckled twice and said, "I didn't expect that either."
"I'm just unlucky."
Zuo Qingya stopped chatting with Tan Xianglong and instead smiled, "Then, you can go die now."
Tan Xianglong raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? If I die, this immortal artifact will disappear. Are you willing to let it go?"
Zuo Qingya rolled her eyes. "Fine, just disappear then. I don't need you anyway."
"How could it be useless? I am the spirit of the artifact."
"Hmph... Not a single word you utter is true. Your talk of finding a successor is all a lie."
"Hahaha... You actually found out, so you're going to die." With that, Tan Xianglong transformed into black mist and attacked Zuo Qingya, but unfortunately, he couldn't even get close to her.
Upon seeing this, Zuo Qingya laughed out loud, "Do you think that only mirrors are under my control?"
What do you mean by that?
"Isn't the meaning pretty obvious?"
Tan Xianglong shook his head, "That's impossible, how could it be!"
Zuo Qingya pouted, "What's impossible?" As she spoke, Zuo Qingya pointed, and Tan Xianglong disappeared from the world before he even had a chance to scream. Only the mirror, under Zuo Qingya's control, could not possibly disappear.
Zuo Qingya waved her hand, and the mirror fell into her hand. After looking at it, she threw it into her consciousness space.
Zuo Qingya walked out of this palace and headed to the next one, just in case she ran into someone who wanted to kill her again. Zuo Qingya had learned her lesson and was now wearing many life-saving items. She didn't believe that she would fall into such a trap with such thorough preparation.
Just as Zuo Qingya was about to take a step, she sensed something, turned back, and looked around.
When did this thing get here?
What Zuo Qingya saw was a small, dark stone statue. As for its appearance, Zuo Qingya touched her chin and felt that it was the same as the one in her dream. It was quite handsome, except that the person in her dream seemed to be white, while this stone statue was black.
Out of curiosity, Zuo Qingya reached out to take it, but then she remembered something and withdrew her hand. What if something unexpected happened? No matter how she thought about it, Zuo Qingya felt unsafe.
In her own consciousness space, Zuo Qingya took out a dilapidated robot that she had collected at some unknown time, activated it, and commanded the robot to retrieve the stone statue.
But as soon as the robot touched the statue, the statue turned into black light and entered the robot's body.
Upon seeing this, Zuo Qingya laughed and mentally gave herself a thumbs up, thinking, "I'm so smart."
A scream came from the robot's mouth, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar. Wasn't that Tan Xianglong's voice?
Tan Xianglong stared blankly at his hands, "How could this be? What are these things?"
He turned his head towards Zuo Qingya, and his eyes turned red as he stared intently at her.
"It's you, it's you, isn't it?"
Zuo Qingya shrugged and said, "This isn't my doing, it's your own problem. Who told you not to pay attention? You tried to possess someone without even looking properly. You deserve it."
Before Zuo Qingya could finish speaking, Tan Xianglong attacked. However, this robot corpse could use magic, so the only way to harm Zuo Qingya was through violence, but that was all.
With a single punch from Zuo Qingya, Tan Xianglong was sent flying, his arm broken by Zuo Qingya's blow.
Tan Xianglong didn't feel any pain and thought he had just been knocked away, but when he raised his hand, he found that his hand was gone.
"Ah... Damn it, you're asking for it." With that, he attacked again.
Zuo Qingya didn't tolerate him and threw another punch, knocking off Tan Xianglong's other arm.
Tan Xianglong was in a terrible state. As a dignified Venerable, he was beaten by Zuo Qingya without even being able to fight back.
"Hahaha... You think I'm that easy to kill? You wait, we'll meet again." With that, Zuo Qingya heard a loud bang, and Tan Xianglong self-destructed.
Zuo Qingya frowned, looking at the crumbs on the ground, but thought to herself, "This is also trash, we can't waste it."
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