Liu Yuqing and the other two took the mask, looked at it, and looked at Song Qingfeng.
"Qingfeng, you're not going to let us go out wearing this mask, are you?" Song's mother looked embarrassed. If she wanted to go out wearing this mask, the villagers would think she had a mental problem.
"Mom, you'll know if you try putting on the mask." Song Qingfeng said with a mysterious smile.
Song's mother put the mask on her face half-believingly and half-doubtingly. As soon as the mask was put on her face, it turned into a white light and disappeared without a trace.
Looking at Song's mother again, she had returned to her previous appearance.
"This is too amazing!" Song's father and the other two were all shocked. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they really couldn't believe it was true.
Mother Song touched her face and asked, "Why is the mask gone?"
"This is an illusion mask. After wearing it on your face, you can transform into any appearance you want. You haven't practiced cultivation yet, so you can't control it." Song Qingfeng explained, and at the same time took off the mask on his face, allowing everyone to see his true appearance.
"I was afraid that you would be scared, so I wore an illusion mask." He looks younger now than he did ten years ago. If he didn't wear a mask, they would definitely not dare to recognize him.
Everyone nodded, and Song's father and Liu Yuqing also put on their masks.
"It's amazing that I don't feel like I'm wearing a mask at all after putting it on." Father Song rubbed his face, and the feeling was exactly the same as without wearing a mask.
"Dad, please give me a mask too." Song Ziyuan was full of envy when he saw that his mother and grandparents all had masks.
Song Qingfeng reached out and rubbed Song Ziyuan's hair, "Dad has something better for you."
"What?" Song Ziyuan looked expectant.
Song Qingfeng took out a storage bag and handed it to Song Ziyuan, "This is a storage bag. It has a space as big as a room. You can put all your things in it." Ziyuan has no spiritual consciousness now, and he cannot open the storage ring even if he is given it. However, the storage bag is different. It can be used as long as a blood contract is signed.
"Thank you, Dad. How do I use this?" Song Ziyuan happily took the storage bag and began to study it. The storage bag looked a bit like a purse, only the size of a palm, and its mouth was sealed. He tried but couldn't open it, and he didn't know how to put anything in it.
"This can only be used after a drop of your blood is added. Are you afraid of the pain?" Song Qingfeng looked at Song Ziyuan lovingly, with a gentle smile in his eyes.
"Don't be afraid." Song Ziyuan shook his head, put his finger in his mouth and bit it, then dripped the blood from his finger onto the storage bag.
Song Qingfeng smiled, reached out and picked up Song Ziyuan's injured hand, took out a jade bottle, opened it, and dripped a drop of light green liquid on Song Ziyuan's injured finger. Then he saw that the wound was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon the wound disappeared.
"It's gone." Song Ziyuan withdrew his hand and looked at his fingers carefully. He found that there was no wound or even a trace of it.
Liu Yuqing and the other two came to their senses, smiled, and shook their heads. They had been so shocked today that they were gradually getting used to it.
"Qingfeng, can you bring people back to life?" Song's father asked. The Taishang Laojun in Journey to the West had an elixir that could bring people back to life. Now Qingfeng is also an immortal, so he wonders if he has it too.
"Sure." Song Qingfeng nodded. He was a fifth-level immortality elixir master, and he could have refined the resurrection elixir long ago.
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