Just as I suspected, the fat man had a suppressive effect on the evil energy reflected in the mirror.
To be precise, there is a strange connection between this fat man and this mirror.
"They actually managed to suppress it?"
The woman stared in disbelief as she witnessed all of this.
Only those who have truly experienced it know how terrifying the evil energy in this mirror is.
And this man was actually subdued.
"Grandpa, what happened? Didn't I just get bounced off that mirror? How come I'm fine this time?"
At this moment, the fat man was a little dazed, clearly unaware that his power could suppress the mirror.
Just now, the mirror inside my backpack was flung away when he touched it.
The two mirrors look exactly the same, but their effects are different.
"The reason is simple! These two mirrors are completely different magical artifacts, and your body seems to be very compatible with this mirror!"
I looked at the man with a complicated expression.
I don't know why, but I can't understand this man in front of me anymore. It's as if there are many unknown things hidden inside him.
The man's hand continued to move closer to the mirror, and the evil aura within seemed to obediently retreat into itself, as if it had encountered its master.
"This evil energy seems to be a little afraid of you!"
I watched the man warily, because the situation was too unusual.
The things in the mirror seemed to obey the man's commands.
As the man's hand continued to move forward, the evil energy retreated continuously.
With each step forward and backward, the evil forces were trapped.
I used the Thunderstrike Sword to purify the leaking evil energy bit by bit.
With the help of men, evolution went much more smoothly.
It was still a bit too slow, so at this crucial moment I took out the blood that Old Knife had left me and dripped a little on it.
When blood drips onto a mirror, it looks like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan.
In an instant, a pervasive white mist was created.
The leaked evil energy was quickly eliminated.
About half a minute later, the fat man released his hand and was panting heavily.
"How is the old man? Has the evil spirit been completely removed?"
The fat man plopped down on the ground, looking at me wearily. He didn't know what was going on either.
"I've dealt with the evil energy that leaked out, and as for the energy in the mirror, I've temporarily sealed it away!"
I wiped the mirror, then took out the talisman and stuck it on.
At the same time, he used Lao Dao's blood to create a simple seal.
A bright red talisman was perfectly attached to the mirror.
You can feel that there is still evil energy seeping in, but it is repelled when it touches the talisman on it.
I can't help but marvel at how incredibly powerful Lao Dao's blood is.
It was able to restrain such a powerful evil aura.
I suddenly thought of Lao Dao. I wonder how he is doing now.
There's probably no one left in the guesthouse; Hua Hua has likely already left.
If he were really there, he probably wouldn't have made a move against Lao Dao.
I've decided that after I finish this order, I need to hurry back to see Lao Dao.
This old guy is very important to me now. Old Dao's blood is very strong, but once he leaves his body, he can only maintain it for a few hours.
I want to take revenge with Old Knife's blood, but it has to be a living Old Knife.
Is there anything special about your home?
I suddenly stared at the fat man and asked him an unrelated question.
The fat man froze, then scratched his head and thought for a long time: "Is there anything special about it? Does it count that I was born to my father and a servant?"
"There's nothing special about that... Your father's generation, although... it's understandable..."
I didn't know what to say, so I just gave a vague answer.
"But the problem is that you were born in the 70s or 80s, right? Wasn't it a monogamous society back then?" The older woman found a loophole.
"Yes, my dad got divorced back then, and that's when he started dating my mom!"
"My mom used to clean my dad's rooms in the old house!" The fat man said, sounding a little embarrassed, clearly indicating that these experiences were not exactly honorable.
"It's alright, it's all in the past, but then again, there doesn't seem to be anything special about it!"
"The problem is, it seems my father was also born to my grandfather and a servant!"
After listening to what I said, the fat man scratched his head and thought about it seriously for a moment.
Holy crap!
After hearing this, I blurted out, "Wow, that's really something!"
Is this the key?
"Was your grandfather in the same situation?" I grabbed the fat man and quickly asked.
If that's the case, then this is a very important clue.
"I don't know! Sir, didn't you just take a notebook? It should be in there!"
The fat man pointed to the notebook I had just placed on the table.
In such large families, many people have the habit of keeping diaries, recording interesting things.
We just looked at the very beginning; we haven't really looked at the parts about the fat man, the grandfather, or the father yet.
I received a notification and quickly checked it out. I was shocked by what I found.
From the time the family began to decline, the birth of each patriarch was not particularly glorious.
To be precise, previous heads of households would clearly record that the child was born to the eldest son's wife, but later they would simply write that the child was adopted!
"So many generations of family heads were born to concubines or maids, and then adopted by the main branch of the family!"
I came to this conclusion from looking at the text above.
"Yes, yes, that seems to be true!"
The fat man nodded repeatedly after hearing this, saying, "You were right."
"It's just that by your grandfather's generation, they became less and less particular."
Previously, because of their humble origins, they would try every means to elevate their status, and would be adopted by the eldest son's family.
That idea disappeared after that! So even though your grandmother was a maid, your father didn't have a formal adoption or anything like that!
I explained slowly.
As for why the fat man didn't adopt the child, he just said that the concept of a first wife and a second wife no longer existed at that time.
They all practice monogamy.
My expression was a bit strange. This family is something else.
In other words, the reason why this fat man was able to suppress this evil energy was likely because of his identity.
"By the way, your father wasn't around when your whole family died, was he?"
Although it might be a bit of a sore spot, I still want to confirm my guess.
"That's right, my father had already passed away by then! Otherwise, there would have been 18 people!"
The fat man looked slightly sad after he finished speaking; it had indeed touched a nerve.
"Probably not! I don't think this evil energy will harm you!"
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