Chapter 1640 Grandpa Zhuge (10)

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Yang Zimei raised his head and looked at the mirror.

The mirror showed the soul of Grandpa Zhuge, and it was still very pure and white, not dirty and dark.

It seems that he has cultivated a lot of merit in his life.

"So, this is what my soul looks like."

Grandpa Zhuge looked at himself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

"Grandpa, have you opened your yin and yang eyes?"

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously.

"That's natural. The first thing our children from Zhuge's family have to do when they are one year old is to open their yin and yang eyes."

While talking, Grandpa Zhuge looked at Yang Zimei in the mirror.

He was a little surprised when he found something strange in Yang Zimei in the mirror.

Yang Zimei's body was still photographed, but behind that, there was a blood-covered soul that looked exactly like her, but was a little older.

"what's going on?"

Grandpa Zhuge looked at Yang Zimei suspiciously, "Are you a living dead?"

"no."

Yang Zimei shook his head and smiled, "It's just a person who has died once."

The look of surprise in Grandpa Zhuge's eyes deepened, but he didn't say anything, instead he looked at Rong Lanxi in the mirror.

Yang Zimei also wanted to know what was on Rong Lanxi now, so she continued to look in the mirror.

Rong Lanxi's situation is also very special, actually showing half soul and half body.

This estimate has something to do with the black and white yin and yang world on her face.

"Unbelievable."

Grandpa Zhuge took a closer look, shook his head and said, "Why are your Rong's children so strange?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Rong He again.

The situation presented by Rong He is no different, that is, a slightly gray soul.

Yang Zimei was very relieved to see Grandpa's gray soul.

The black and white of the soul represents the purity of a person's soul.

The soul of his grandfather is not dirty, what could be more happier than this?

"This mirror is a treasure!"

Grandpa Zhuge fondly touched the mirror, "Where did you come from, such a baby?"

"I picked it up."

While smiling, Yang Zimei took out the small iron tower from the storage ring and placed it on the table, "Grandpa, help me see, what kind of treasure is this?"

When Grandpa Zhuge reached out and touched it, he felt that the atmosphere of the small iron tower was very different. However, looking at it horizontally and vertically, the material was very ordinary, like a fake and shoddy product on a street stall.

"It shouldn't be a treasure, right?"

Zhuge Mingzhu also has a certain research on antiques.

This small iron tower does not have any characteristics of the times, nor does it have any strange characteristics. However, he is also a person with yin and yang eyes, and he can vaguely see a lot of ghosts lingering on the small iron tower.

"Stinky boy, why isn't this a treasure?"

Grandpa Zhuge glared at Zhuge Mingzhu, then turned around to look for the book. After searching for a long time, he finally found a thread-bound book that was so old that it seemed like it could be shattered with a single flip.

He carefully turned the page, then pointed to a paragraph of text and said to Yang Zimei, "Daughter, look at this."

Yang Zimei leaned over and looked at it. The text probably meant that the author saw a goddess one day. The goddess was three feet tall, holding a small iron tower that looked inconspicuous, and was fighting a group of ghosts.

The small iron tower would grow in size and shrink, sucking all the yin and ghosts into it. Therefore, he suspected that the goddess was the legendary iron tower Li Tianwang.

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