Rooted in the Living Heavenly Spirit Cap, the most bizarre thing was the Hall of Mirrors at Haishi - in front of the bronze door illuminated by ninety-nine bone lanterns, Jingzhe saw countless selves piercing lotus hairpins into Gu Yu's heart, and Gu Yu was laughing in every time and space.
"Guess, why your fetal hair has not turned into ashes after being burned in the soul-inducing lamp for twenty years?" A rotten hand stretched out in the mirror and pressed the glass bead in Jingzhe's right eye into the groove of the hexagram. When the bronze door burst open, he finally understood the breathing scars on Gu Yu's back - they were the book of life and death carved into the spine with peach wood nails, and every stroke was a death disaster that was blocked for him.
Warm reminder: Before entering, please confirm whether you are holding a lover who lives and dies together, or a perfect sacrifice tailor-made for you by Jing Yuan.
