Chapter 739: Can't look in the portrait mirror (7)

"Hell, this little black!"
Yang Zimei murmured, and stopped looking for it, and took a mirror and looked at Master.
Master's body can be seen, does it mean that he is no longer a living person?
Will it be a living dead like Sadako?
No wonder she can no longer master Master's destiny.
Thinking of this, she didn't know if it was sad, happy, or nagging.
She put away the mirror, held Master's hand that was still warm, and stared at his face, which seemed to be sleeping for a long time, and tears burst into her eyes.
Who actually made Master so immortal?
If the Master ’s disappeared soul is not found within one year, he may lose his soul and be unable to reincarnate. The rest of this strand is still unknown, and it will support his immortality.
From Sadako, everything becomes clueless.
"Sister, what kind of mirror is this?"
Xiao Qian took the mirror and took a look.
"I'm not quite sure. I'll take a picture of the bird and look at it."
Yang Zimei has to make sure whether this mirror can't see ordinary animals, except perhaps humans.
She went to the courtyard, turned on the light, and took the mirror to look at the parrot in the cage.
The parrot is clearly visible in the mirror, and there is no soul or anything like it.
The little rabbit that Zhenzi runs in the small yard can also enter the mirror clearly.
Strange, why can't the black cat take pictures?
What kind of mirror is this side?
I don't know if Song Xuan knew it.

The next day, at dawn, Yang Zimei took a mirror and went straight to Brunei Street.
In the morning on Brunei Street, there are still relatively few people. In addition to some hard-working stall owners who hope to attract more customers, they set up stalls early.
"Little brow--"
Yang Zimei hurried forward, but was still recognized by the stall owners, "Come here to find leaks!"
"Okay!"
Yang Zimei knew that most of these stall owners had set up stalls so early that most of them lived in poverty and agreed happily.
Of course, the opportunity to pick up leaks cannot be available every day. What I see now is just some rough imitations.
"Xiaomei, how about this one? But it came out of the soil."
A stall owner held an iron pendant stained with dirt, pretending to look mysterious.
"Oh! Old man Li, you are good to anyone, but you dare to flirt with our Mr. Song's disciple! You are so little eyebrow that you have no eyesight."
A stall owner laughed.
Old Li's face turned slightly red, and his hand holding the pendant retracted.
Yang Zimei smiled. "It's okay, just fool me. Uncle Li, how much is this pendant?"
Lao Li's eyes narrowed, "Is Xiaomei going to buy?"
"Ok."
Yang Zi nodded.
"This ... do you really believe me?" The old Li head hesitated. "I just flickered to you just now."
"I know. But this thing looks very unique, it's fine to buy and play."
"What I'm telling you, Xiaomei, I won't lie to you. The purchase price of this thing is one dollar. If you like it, give me one dollar. I don't earn you. Everyone is so familiar. embarrassing."
Lao Li passed her things to her.
"Oh, uncle Li, worry about your son's tuition recently."
Yang Zimei smiled and took the pendant.