They strangled their necks with their hands as if they were suffocating, with their mouths and noses opened and twisted wildly, as if they were desperately trying to breathe the last breath of air.
The shape is extremely strange. It doesn't look like a mirror of memory at all, but more like a depraved work of art.
When the mirror appeared in the Taoist temple, Li Jingming's face became extremely solemn. He looked at himself in the mirror with a playful look in his eyes and asked the first question of the day:
"Do you know the foolish play?"
Li Jingming in the mirror chuckled, pulled out his hairpin, let his hair fall out of his bun, and then shook his hair casually, a hint of subtlety flashed in his eyes, and he snorted and laughed:
“Of course I do. If you know where I’m going, you should know that the memories I carry are far more than you can imagine.
But Li Jingming, I will not answer any more questions until you agree to our agreement.
Freeloading is not something a believer in memory exchange should do. "
Li Jingming raised his eyebrows and smiled playfully. He thought to himself, even if you don't want me to get it for free, I have already gotten it for free.
This trick really works.
But he did not answer. Instead, he carefully shifted his gaze away and stopped looking at the mirror that kept pulling at his emotions.
The magical thing is that as his sight disappeared, even though he was still standing in front of the mirror, the person in the mirror actually disappeared.
Just like that, Li Jingming turned his back and reached out his hand, groping for the edge of the mirror frame, chanting the [Memory] prayer softly, and was instantly pulled away from reality by the mirror and landed in a magnificent... collection hall.
The collection of 【memory】!
This is where Li Jingming's benefactor collected his collection.
This was not the first time Li Jingming came here. He had come here once when he first started to study the use of the mirror. It was also during that time that he accidentally learned a secret about his benefactor.
That is...
In this museum, there is a painting that no mortal can approach, and it has been painted over. Li Jingming can tell that the person who painted it over is Memory itself.
Because the painting was flowing with the purest and richest power of [Memory], even he, the Chosen One of [Memory], was shocked by the pure power and even felt a little scared.
He didn't dare to imagine how many memories it was, but he could guess that the collection that the benefactor had placed here and locked up tightly must not be a simple memory.
The smeared painting has no content, but it has a shape, and what a coincidence that shape is just like...
Li Jingming silently took out the mask in his hand, slowly raised it, and placed it on the line of sight between the painting and his eyes, and compared it like this:
It fits perfectly, without any error.
"Interesting, could this be the reason why I got a zero, Benefactor?
But why would you share this secret with me?"
...
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