My ghost eyes have been activated, but the opponent's will is resisting desperately. I can get the answer if I press hard, but the opponent will definitely become an idiot.

Things are often like this in the world of martial arts. If you sympathize with others, your own people will die. If you kill them with pain, you will kill innocent people indiscriminately.

The blood and darkness of the world will never leave you the opportunity to follow suit or waver on the moral principle.

I don't deny that there are noble people in the world who sacrifice themselves for others, but I can't do it.

The purple light in my eyes burned wildly, and the power of the ghost eyes rushed straight into the opponent's Niwan Palace.

The moment the ghost eye secret technique was about to destroy the opponent's consciousness, I saw two lines of tears flowing from the corners of the shop owner's eyes.

The reluctance and persistence in his eyes were just like when my father drove me away. He would rather break his own body to protect the one he loves.

Should I kill him?

I suddenly dispersed the secret technique of ghost eyes: "Friend, can you read the face? Have you not looked at your face? Have you seen any changes?"

"I...I..." The man wanted to look in the mirror but did not dare to turn his head.

When I walked in, I saw the signboard for "Mei Xiang Ju". This person should be a fortune teller.

I said in a deep voice: "I can tell you that the look of a widower has already appeared on your face. The person you protected with all your life is gone."

"If you want to hold on to that last glimmer of hope, I won't force you. If you want to take revenge, I can help you."

The boss turned his head and looked in the mirror, covered his face with his hands and cried loudly: "Zhang Fang is not a human being! I watched him grow up, how could he do such a vicious thing!"

The portrait that appears in the mirror will be somewhat different from the real person. The reason why the fortune teller does not read your own face is because the image in the mirror is inaccurate.

If even the shadow in the mirror can completely show bad luck, then the fate of the fortune teller will be unsolvable.

I looked at the boss and shook my head: "Friend, if you don't even have the courage to take revenge, just use the mirror to contact Zhang Fang! Tell him that I'm here."

"Li Po, wait for him here."

The shop owner burst into tears, raised his hand with a trembling body and pointed to the left side of Zhang's shop.

There is an unmarked store over there, with the word "Exchange" written on it. That is the real Zhangjia store.

I hugged my fist to the crying boss and said, "Thank you. I will take your revenge. If unfortunately I die in battle, you can hire someone else!"

When I pushed the door open and walked out to meet each other, there was a sudden sound of a corpse falling to the ground in the door. When I looked back, the boss was already standing at the door covered in blood.

Blood flowed to the ground line by line along with the cuts on his neck, but the opponent's toes were hanging three inches above the ground.

The shop owner committed suicide.

In just a few seconds, he cut his own neck.

Perhaps, he had already thought about committing suicide, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

My arrival hastened his death.

The shop owner said sadly: "Mr. Li, I have to avenge my wife and children with my own hands."

"I have no other skills. I only have a little bit of "Fire Ghost Art" passed down from my family. Even if I turn into a bad ghost, I will haunt Zhang Fang to death."

"Sir, can you take me to Zhang Fang? I only have a little savings, and they are all in..."

I waved my hand and interrupted the other party: "I didn't take over your business, and I'm not qualified to take your money. Give it to those in need! As for you, I will take you to Zhang Fang's place and follow me.

Walk!"

"Thank you!" As the ghost spoke, blood flowed from his eyes.

The unjust soul wept blood and turned violent in an instant.

As soon as I raised my hand, the ghost of the boss got into my sleeve. I took two steps and stopped: "Do you have a mirror at home?"

The boss said through my sleeve: "Yes, they are all in the box. I will take you to find them."

I walked into Zhang's shop carrying four mirrors on my back, hung the mirrors two by two on the four walls, and moved a chair to sit in the middle of the mirrors.

The opposite mirror image is like a tunnel leading to the netherworld, extending into the unknown space, and my shadow also appears in the mirror overlappingly.

I raised my eyes and looked between the opposite square mirrors. All the figures in the mirror turned their heads, and countless pairs of eyes focused on me from all directions.

I shouted sternly: "Warlock Li Po is here. The lonely ghosts should get out of the way. Anyone who refuses to leave after three breaths will be killed!"

Half of the figure in the mirror immediately turned around and appeared in the mirror in a normal posture.

I shouted for the second time: "Warlock Li Po is looking for someone here. If there is nothing wrong, retreat. If you don't retreat, I will kill you immediately."

If I was just warning the first time, then now I am really going to kill him.

When a warlock does something, he must first look for the rightful owner. If the ghosts nearby get involved, it is tantamount to going against the warlock. The warlock will kill their souls.

Several figures in the mirror subconsciously turned their eyes, and I looked in the direction those people were looking at.

There was only a figure sitting upright on a chair. He didn't move, just like my shadow.
Chapter completed!