"Wow, the real Virgin bitch is here!"

The black mirrored elbow next to Huai Shi supported his shoulders and sighed: "Look! I didn't expect that I would be so radiant, right?"

"Wait a moment……"

Huai Shi took off the arm of the guy next to him with disgust, raised her hand and asked, "Even if he confesses, why should I be pointed at by the sword?"

"Oh, you don't need it."

The saint's mirror image dislikes the sword tip: "Those who are born to be evil need to be saved, and those who are willing to fall have no cure."

"Isn't that right...wait!"

Huai Shi stumbled her mouth, why did she feel something wrong: "Why is there no cure for me? I'm so degraded?!"

"Do nothing."

The saint mirrored indifferently: "You have given up many lives, you are ashamed of everything you have, and your life will eventually become meaningless because of laziness and satisfaction..."

"Look, look, this is how the Virgin Bitch is." The mirror next to Huai Shi shook his head helplessly: "I have an suggestion. Why don't we join forces and discuss other things after we have become him?"

"hehe."

Huai Shi squinted her eyes: "Then she was stabbed by your back, right? How about you, I joined forces with him?"

"Did the dog bite so soon?" The saint sneered: "Sorry, I don't have the habit of joining forces with the evil party and the incompetent..."

"Tsk... look at the evil you made."

"You guys finished arguing?"

Before Huai Shi could answer, she heard a cold voice behind her.

The dividing line between light and darkness, a slender and pale figure appeared, rolling up her sleeves expressionlessly: "Do it quickly, stop talking nonsense."

The sickly face was full of boredom and annoyance, and was too lazy to talk too much.

A hoarse and crazy laughter sounded from the other end.

"Am I late? Is it still early?"

A grim face walked out of the darkness.

Huai Shi, the scalp started to get numb.

Looking at the figures emerging from the void, they were so numb that they were bald.

And when everyone looks at him, they feel the pressure of being watched by countless people, countless people who know themselves the best and are familiar with themselves, and at the same time, they are part of themselves, staring at him.

"The choice is about to begin, my friend."

The evil mirror was placed on his shoulder, and the ashes were squirting curiously: "Are you ready?"

"This is really exciting."

Huai Shi sighed lightly, as if she was distressed, but she couldn't help but grin.

What responded to him was countless happy smiles that were exactly the same!

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"It's about to start."

In the chapel behind the Blood Church, under the dome pieced together by colorful windows, the old bishop standing solemnly raised his eyes.

In the chapel, everyone looked cautious.

Bishops who were rare in the Russian Federation in the past gathered here at this moment.

Through the network formed by the holy coffin, the sublimators of the Russian Federation crossed a long distance and gathered here, wearing black robes and purple and golden ribbons, with a solemn temperament that made people dare not show off.

Yekaterina just sat on the bench, holding the rose rosary in her hand, praying silently. Next to her, Alexei pushed the sleeping girl in the wheelchair, wanting to speak but stopping.

In the projection on the altar, there is only a dimness.

A strange and huge mirror is faintly reflected, with colorful and dim flowing in the mirror, constantly interweaving illusions and beautiful scenery that are not available in the world, and sometimes appearing the sea of ​​corpses and blood and terrifying scenes in hell.

Even if you watch through the projection, you can't help but feel a wave of heart.

If there is a moment of trance, even if you haven't seen it directly, your soul may be pulled into it, and it will be contaminated with the curse formed by anger and pain?

In the projection record, Huai Shi had already lost her mind when the elevator opened.

Like a walking corpse, standing in front of the huge bronze mirror.

Tempted by the changing soul, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the mirror, defeated the gap between virtual and real, and walked into it.

Then, countless phantoms emerged from it, and the jaw-dropping number continued to rise. If it weren't for the identification from the holy coffin, the people present almost thought that this was the illusion that lured them down to explore.

It is unimaginable how there will be such a large number.

"Normal, he is the sublimator who has received the top evaluation through the trial of the Vientiane Sky."

Russell played cigar ash everywhere without hesitation and said calmly: "This is just a part, and there are more that have been integrated and rejected by himself - the possibility of being denied by that power cannot be reflected even in the mirror of day and night."

“It’s too dangerous.”

The old bishop raised his eyes: "Mr. Russell, life is not a balance. It is not advisable to sacrifice a person to save him."

"certainly."

Russell nodded: "I deeply agree with this, but I have a little disagreement with your assessment of the current situation."

"We have no intention of occupying the ownership of the Mirror of Day and Night. We have always maintained an intelligence blockade to ensure security to the greatest extent possible.

Now it seems that you have different knowledge of it because of this…”

The old man pondered for a moment and sighed: "What the mirror of day and night reflects is not an illusion or trial, but rather a new soul is recreated with the source material through the refraction of miracles.

At this moment, all the mirror images Mr. Huai Shi saw are ultimately a profile of its own nature. Under the interference of the curse, all mirror images will be tit-for-tat.

But there is no doubt that they are all part of him and cannot be solved by reckless actions.”

Kill evil, destroy fanaticism, defeat laziness, and defeat another self...it sounds very cool, but this is not a favorite self-challenge plot in JUMP.

It should be said that the opposite is true!

There are countless people who pass the trial using this method, but without exception, when they return from the mirror, the soul is incomplete.

They completely lost the part they had killed.

Whether it is evil, good, laziness or fanaticism... Once the mirror is erased, that part of the soul will be completely lost.

Such numerous mirror images do not prove the special nature of Huai Shi, but rather illustrates the dangers of the situation.

The more you kill, the more you lose.

In the end, there will be nothing except the self named Huai Shi, and it will become an empty shell without any movement to the world.

If you want to truly pass the torture of the day and night realm, then there is only one way.

Let those lobes that are inconsistent with you and are absolutely impossible to have any common language, willingly express their recognition of the ontology.

Lies will not be useful, eloquence will be useless, and promises and threats will not have any effect at all.

Ultimately, it is the trial itself.

Only when you are to yourself, no one can lie or deceive. Most of the time, you are to yourself and talents are to be unable to forgive and tolerate them.

This is an unsolvable dilemma.

"rest assured."

Russell smiled happily and spit out a wisp of blue smoke: "It's hard to say that others are here. For Huai Shi, it's probably just a little trouble, and there won't be any trouble!"

It is true that the more accustomed to killing, the more they like to use killing to resolve conflicts.

If other sublimators face this situation, whether it is ontology or mirror, they will probably directly solve the problem in this most straightforward way.

But this alone won’t work in front of Huai Shi!

"Believe me, although it is called the "Sword of Disaster", no one in this world can hate this title more than him..."

Russell stared at the scene in the projection and murmured softly: "The King of Danbo, Prince of Paradise, Special Military Attachment of the Astronomical Society, King of Jinling, and Killer of the Grand Master... These are just descriptions of him by others without authorization.

From beginning to end, the only title he is willing to recognize and be proud of from the bottom of his heart is only one-"

At that moment, everyone in the quiet chapel was stunned at the same time.

He raised his pupils in surprise.

It seems like an illusion.

The hallucinatory melody sounded from the darkness.

At that moment, the darkness was turbulent, and the vast sound of sounds roared, gushing out like a torrent, stirring up all illusions and shocking the dead darkness.

Countless mottled colors quickly dim and shrink, turning into nothingness.

In the heavily blocked holy relics showroom, it was now trapped in chaos, and all things lost their outlines. Under the changes brewing in the mirror of day and night, many changes emerged.

Everything is disappearing quickly.
To be continued...