"Do you know what you lack? From the beginning, you were destined to be alone. It was not because of your practice, but because you were born with this fate. The reason why your parents sent you away was to keep you away from them. You are an unknown person and you will bring disaster in yourself!"

"Enough," I yelled, then raised my hand and shook my head, "Stop talking, even if I'm so lucky, I won't make this deal with you."

I spoke.

If I live like this, I really feel better than to die. Instead of having such a life, I might as well go back to reincarnation.

Seeing that I refused him decisively, the old man was unmoved at all, but instead looked as if he was sure to win.

"Thinking about the cycle of reincarnation and starting again? Have you forgotten the curse in your body? It not only urges you to practice, but also affects your destiny. Even if you reincarnate for a thousand times or ten thousand times, your destiny will not change at all."

"You fart"

I yelled.

"Are you angry? There are even more angry, I tell you, you are an orphan, without a father or mother"

"Enough, you don't have to swear by swearing me, let alone make a fuss about my family."

I said coldly.

The old man smiled when he heard this, "Family? Do you know who they are?"

"I don't know, I don't want to know either."

"Plain's Mother"

“…………………”

"Pluto?"

"Yes, your father is the Nine Nether Kings, the man in charge of the underworld."

"You tell me, what's the Pluto underground?"

"That's their real daughter"

"Impossible, you're lying, you're lying"

I was very panicked. After all, looking at his unmoved appearance, I became more and more convinced that everything he said was true.

Seeing that I still didn't believe it, the old man suddenly took a step forward and pointed one hand at my forehead, "Look at it carefully."

He said, "After the sound, I felt dark before my eyes. When it lights up, the place where it appears is convenient for me to appear at home."

Looking at everything familiar in front of me, I was a little surprised. I knew that this was an old man's projection, but whether it was true or false, everything needs to be confirmed.

Before I stood for a long time, an old man appeared beside me. He and I stood side by side. After a long time, he said, "This is a mirror, not an illusion that I carefully constructed for you. If you don't believe it, you can touch the things around you."

I was stunned when I heard this, and subconsciously reached out and touched the door frame. The familiar wood texture and thick touch shocked me because the illusion could not be so real at all.

"How did you do it?" I asked hurriedly.

As soon as the sound came, the old man opened his hand and saw a piece of talisman paper placed in his hand. "The ability of the Heavenly Onmyoji, the mirror, as long as you place a guide in one side, you can project your soul thousands of miles away. You can touch anything, but you can't move them."

"You can see everything you want to see, but you can't communicate or interact with them. To put it bluntly, you exist in this space like air, but you can't do anything."

He said. Upon hearing this, I touched it around and found that it was true that I could touch anything, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't even change even a tiny grass.

Seeing that I was pushing hard, the old man stepped forward and pulled me, "Don't work hard. Even if you use twice as much power, you still cannot shake anything in the mirror. This is a rule, an unchangeable rule.

At Yinluo, I gave up my efforts on the herb and stood honestly. Soon, footsteps came from outside. I subconsciously hid back, but the old man pushed him.

"They can't see you"

He said.

Upon hearing this, I stood half-believingly and watched my parents push the door in. Behind them were grandma and another girl. I recognized her, the underworld, the underworld, the head of the underworld.

"Lao Qi, why do I feel like Jiuer is back?"

As soon as the four of them entered the door, their mother suddenly spoke.

My father was stunned when he heard this and glanced around, "No, isn't he far away in Kyoto? He shouldn't have come back."

"I always feel like he's right by my side."

"Oh, sir, mother, don't miss him too much, you will always come back if you come back."

"You little girl, have the following things been handled?" said the father.

"Of course it's done. You'll throw that mess to me. You're so busy every day. You're so busy that you'll run up and come to leisure. When will you go back?" Pluto questioned his father, and Yinluo laughed, "If you're later, what's wrong with this is not done yet."

"It should be fast. At Jiuer's cultivation speed, it should not be difficult to break through the heaven level for a while. After all, the accumulation of these past few lives is for the excitement of this life," grandma interrupted.

I listened to their conversation in shock and watched Pluto holding his mother's hand intimately. Everything that happened in front of me was like a dream, real, but fake.

I wish all this was just an illusion created by the old man for me, but I knew that was not because I could feel it.

Feel their warmth, their mood, and everything.

The reason why I can confirm that it is not an illusion is because the time inside passes normally. It is night when I fall asleep, and the same goes for this side.

The clock hanging on the wall rings ticking, time passes by little by little, and the illusion is so perfect that it is done in a realistic way.

But it cannot change time. This is something that even heaven and earth cannot control. We can allow ourselves to obtain infinite life, but we cannot stop time even if it is minute by minute. The so-called time is still, and it is people, not time.

As something that even God and God cannot control, time is an unreplicable product in this world.

So it is impossible for normal time to pass in the illusion. I stayed honestly, listening to their laughter and joy, listening to the Mother on the left and Dad on the right.

The feeling of discomfort in my heart was as if something had been stolen from my heart, making me so painful that I couldn't breathe.

After a while of work, they had already put the food on the table and the four of them sat together. Because there were not enough bowls and chopsticks, their father had to greet the king.

"Jiu'er, take another pair of bowls and chopsticks"

"Jiuer? What's her name?"

I asked.

"Mo Jiu"

The old man said.

"Mo Jiu……Mo Jiu………Mo Jiu………………………”

"let's go"

"Don't want to see more?"

"No, I've seen enough"

I said slowly.

What is despair in the world? It is when one day you suddenly realize that even your name is given by others, that is true despair.

Back to the previous place, the old man did not speak, but looked at me and waited for my final decision.

So what if I know everything? Are I sad? Or hate? Why don’t I feel anything? I just feel powerless and want to cry for no reason, but I can’t cry.

Looking at the rolling magma below, I smiled, suddenly jumped and jumped towards the flames below. Such temperature should be able to burn my soul.

But everything cannot be done as I wish. The flames blew over my soul. Although I felt the scorching pain, the soul had no tendency to decompose at all.

"It's useless. That curse keeps your soul in an immortal state. Not to mention the mortal fire, even the divine fire can't burn your soul."

The old man said.

"Why? Why is this? What exactly do they want? What exactly do they want to do?"

The more I thought about it, the more angry I felt, and I slapped the flames hard, yelled at the old man, and he smiled at me.

"Why? Because for them, you are just a tool, a very powerful tool, that's all!"
Chapter completed!