Chapter 112 Yin Peach Blossom (42) [Doesn't that mean Lu Lu is Ah...]
Concentrated essence of the smoke mirror?
Xie Tan picked up the inhibitor he had brought back and aimed it at the moonlight that was streaming in.
He always felt that the color wasn't like this before; it was lighter and clearer.
Before he used Chekhov's spear.
It must have changed during the time he was in the past. He used one while shopping with Xiao Liu. The situation was urgent at the time, and he didn't have time to observe it. On the morning at Guanyin Temple, when he checked the remaining two, he noticed that the color seemed to have darkened, but he didn't pay attention to it.
He speculated that the inhibitor had changed by the time the god was born in the smoke mirror at the latest, and if it had changed earlier... it probably would have changed by the time he traveled to the past.
This color. Xie Tan paused.
Actually, "dusk" was the second word that came to his mind.
The first one is "amber".
The "first" here is not a word, but a pair of eyes.
[The same color as Lulu's eyes!]
[Lu Lu really is half of Smoke Mirror's consciousness!]
Wow, the math genius is spreading rumors! Does that mean Lu Lu is the cure for Atan's illness?!
[A match made in heaven, Tangent Theorem 99]
[Oh no, looking at the words "Concentrated Essence of Smoke Mirror" again... I can't bear to look at them anymore.]
How to solve [yellow heart][yellow heart]?
【This isn't our fault. Although it breaks our hearts, Ah Tan's attacks always seem to act like he's on an aphrodisiac.】
[The person upstairs just blurted it out so sweetly, hahaha]
[Something came up, I'm heading to the CP thread now, everyone.]
【Ahhh, ladies, I'm here with my food bowl in hand! Woof woof woof!】
[The wife of a math prize winner is also going crazy, haha, saying she's already brainstorming new recipes.]
[Just started playing, looking for advice!]
[@Nobel established a mathematics prize for tales. This lady is the best cook in our village. Just eat, and you won't make a sound.]
[Such a lewd and suggestive setting, tsk tsk, when will we see it in the final cut?]
[Don't even think about it, hahaha. It's still a horror manga after all, so it's hard to say whether they'll actually get together. But I really think even the Sword God is shipping them...]
[I dare not even dream of watching the actual movie, but thankfully there are fujoshi (female fans of BL), I'll still ship these couples with you guys in my next life]
Xie Tan fell silent.
He couldn't help but recall their kiss... the one at close range.
Now he's the one with a bad feeling, in all sorts of ways.
No wonder Ah Tan kept looking at the holy water earlier.
No wonder Ah Tan said the black goat never dies.
Is that what Atan said?
Of course, Tan Tui is the best at guessing what his superiors want [sunglasses]
Xie Tan: That's right. Although he didn't know at the time that the black goat would be covered in white bones, his words of cursing the black goat were not wrong.
This resurrection looks so painful. It's the soul that's revived first, experiencing flesh and blood slowly growing back on the bones. It must be even more painful than peeling off skin and pulling out tendons...
[It looks like a reversed version with a thousand cuts]
I'm relieved it's as painful as being slowly sliced to death.
[Did Granny Yao turn into skeletons in the tomb, marking the beginning of another cycle of death and rebirth?]
[Holy crap, could the past patriarch and the current patriarch be the same person? Is White Octopus the drowning, willow-leaf-eyed patriarch?]
It's very possible.
But didn't Wolf Dad say "this generation of loyalists"? Something about that just feels off.
[I can't understand it. If the Black Goat tribe all died and were reborn, how could they have declined? Shouldn't they have continued to dominate Finch and expand outwards?]
That's true. Xie Tan frowned. Either this wish was misinterpreted, creating a limitation, with immortality becoming an obstacle to the family head's unspoken goal of "standing atop the mountain," or something else happened that led to the family's decline.
For example, some of the offerings that hate the black goat.
In the comic, the family head's combination of kindness and severity was not yet over when the Xia family head on the other end of the phone took the first step. The family head raised an eyebrow but did not immediately send anyone to rescue "the Black Goat's Hand," who was dependent on them.
He first gathered his people and held an "online group meeting" using holy water that was as smooth as a mirror, to count the number of people and review what had happened.
“Grandma is right, ‘doomsday’ is indeed a sign that the gods are about to descend, but she was also deceived by that little devil, and we were all deceived.”
"No wonder he's the only one among that bunch of good-for-nothings who can be called 'Tehiptra' (the actor who plays God). His last visit to the secret chamber before being taken away by the old woman probably triggered the birth of the God in the mirror."
"Remember our plan? He probably merged with the mirror, but escaped. I told you these useless idiots have no gratitude whatsoever..."
"It must be him. That little devil is very cunning. He deliberately showed off his power of words in front of Grandma so that he could leave here."
"To be honest, from this point of view, he was indeed a good fit for the smoke mask... Maybe he was already a smoke mask at that time? That's how he fooled all of us."
"Master, please give the order! This is the spirit born of the Black Goat, the glory and property of the Black Goat, and it must not fall into the hands of others!"
"In that case, let's bring him back." The patriarch first used the mirror to send a message to reassure the clansmen who were away, and then mobilized the Black Goat's elite team to work together from the inside and outside to reclaim the Black Goat's property.
Apart from the necessary personnel stationed at Black Goat, everyone else was sent out to gather intelligence, find out what exactly was going on in this apocalypse, and also to check on the Xia family and let the other old customers of Black Goat know they were safe.
With everything that needed to be explained completed, the clansmen were ready to depart after the meeting. However, the clan head suddenly asked, "Who was the last one to see the Smoke Mirror?"
As the last few offerings were counted, everyone thought it was impossible and left long ago; no one saw with their own eyes who the last one was.
But this is not something that is difficult to predict.
Xiao Liu's caretaker enthusiastically said, "It must be sacrificial offering number six! That little brat has the worst compatibility with Smoke Mirror..." He scoffed inwardly, thinking she was just there to make up the numbers.
"Is that so?" The patriarch seemed to smile slightly, offering no comment. He lowered his eyes, looking at the countless reflections of his clansmen on the water, and spoke again, ordering the capture of all the escaped clansmen. "They are all Black Goat clansmen. Black Goat doesn't have that many useless people. Besides, even useless people can be turned into treasures... I look forward to escorting them back safely."
He added gently, "Whether it's a human or a ghost."
Upon seeing this, Xie Tan's heart skipped a beat.
This patriarch... gave him a very strange feeling.
The tone of voice does indeed resemble that of the White Octopus Clan Head. Could it really be the same person, as the forum says?
The other clansmen still believed that it was the cult leader who awakened the Mirror God, but this old man probably already knew that Xiao Liu was the "black goat" who awakened the Smoke Mirror.
And if we have to capture these sacrificial offerings, dead or alive, and "turn waste into treasure," then there's only one way...
[Holy crap, an observation plan!]
How did things suddenly jump to this point?!
[This head of the family... is so strange. He appeared a few times before, and he always seemed like a serious head of the family. He seems different now.]
[It's like suddenly evolving into a white octopus. Can I say that if a white octopus had a face, its smile would probably look like this... It gives me goosebumps.]
【!! Isn't the Eye of Observation supposed to see the past and the future? Could it be that when the holy water became mirror water, the white octopus's Eye of Observation connected to that past?!】
[Oh, the timing matches up! So the person speaking now might be the future head of the family?]
I think so. After the meeting, the head of the family reverted to his usual serious demeanor.
[This shows that he wasn't a monster yet at this point, and the Eye of Observation is indeed a low-powered version of divine power. The white octopus crawled over at this point in this world line, and its stay is limited.]
[Ah Tan definitely needs to go back; he probably managed to stay for so long by using the clock hands and the ritual.]
[This is terrifying to think about, everyone! If it really is the future white octopus, it should know that the last one is Sixth Sister, so what is it asking?]
[Holy crap, he's starting to have doubts? He's realized there are other people involved? Ah Tan—]
[Relax, that's Ah Tan. He might have already made his move here.]
Are you feeling unwell, Ah-Tan? You seem to have been in poor condition ever since you left the Black Goat store, and it was even more noticeable when you were shopping.
I bet we're already counting down the days until we go back, so let's make the most of this time to go shopping and have fun with Mom.
[Oh my god, this little Ah-Tan secretly got an injection. Has his illness flared up? When?]
[Oh my god, could it be because he used the Eye of Observation ability? Could it be that Atan's illness is actually a side effect of the Eye of Observation??]
[Makes sense! If the Eye of Observation is a divine power descended from the Mirror of Smoke, a mortal body certainly couldn't withstand it. The only way to alleviate the pain and replenish energy is to drink concentrated essences of the original broth and food...]
Back to the comics.
Impermanence is not retribution, nor is it hatred towards the black goat. The god in the mirror mocks everything equally, and thus, the unsolvable and absurd death spreads from the Four Seasons Mountain, teasing the whole world into a wild dance under the indifferent gaze of the black sun.
Everything was just like the doomsday story the boy told on the road, like a prophecy, or the memory of a future person.
One unexpected tragedy after another tripped up the girl's steps and trapped her heart, while the ghost beside her watched everything indifferently, as if it had taken away part of God's authority and thus become tainted with divine ruthlessness.
But he does have an anchor point.
Countless deaths did not move him, but the confusion and sadness those deaths brought to the girl made him make a decision.
The relentless ruthlessness gathered back upon him, leaving only a strange gentleness. He rejected Xiao Liu's pretense of wanting to go back to rest and instead went to the Lotus Hall and the Guanyin Temple.
The boy's gaze was terrifyingly cold when it wasn't on Xiao Liu; it swept over those two places as if he were confirming something.
What lies hidden in a place that reflects like a mirror? Follow him all the way.
He realized it, but the illness struck first.
More ferocious than ever before, cold sweat soaked his forehead, and the world seemed like a dazzling and bizarre kaleidoscope, turning upside down and regrouping before his eyes.
Xie Tan, who was reading a comic, perked up. The comic likely recorded what exactly happened that night, but he also felt a vague sense of resistance.
He saw that he did regain consciousness for a while, his temperature did rise, his pheromones continued to run wild, and the suppressant couldn't hold them down... Then the last big picture made him cover his face and almost send his phone to its death again.
What is this drawing?!
This top-down view, his posture... Good heavens!
Actually, I didn't draw much, just one large picture, and it wasn't very clear either, with many parts obscured by the swirling fog... But even so, it has a more alluring effect, like "a woman half-concealing her face while playing the pipa," the more hazy it is, the more it evokes the imagination, and it seems even more erotic: a dark room, a cold floor, a slender body lying casually, sweat-soaked clothes, disheveled hair, pale skin like moonlight, fragile veins, a slightly flushed face, a dazed gaze, a slightly tense body, and a weak grasping that highlights the joints and veins...
And then there are those things that cover the fog, obscuring crucial parts, like the hand of the fog, prompting much speculation.
Are you feeling any better?
"There's nothing I can do... Nobody comes to see me, so I want to spend more time with you."
"You're not satisfied with this trajectory."
"...Leave tonight for me, I miss you so much."
"Leave everything to me...■■".
The handsome young man, amidst these coaxing words, relaxed his resistance and slowly closed his eyes.
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