Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 2976 (Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy Six)

After waiting for a while, Li Pingrun was sure that more than half of the incense had burned down to the degree that his master had told him, so he opened the Qiumang Box.

The inside of the lid of the Qiumang Box is made of copper, very bright copper, like a mirror.

As soon as he saw the "mirror" with his peripheral vision, his heart trembled, and he suddenly thought of the copper square plate he had seen in the underground space before, and then he thought of the dead face of his sister Li Gengmi.

Li Pingrun was so scared that he closed the Qiumang Box. He looked at the incense stick nervously and saw that each stick was standing upright. At this moment, he couldn't even remember which one he had straightened before.

He glanced at the lid of the Qiumang box and wanted to open it immediately, but he was still worried and his eyes moved to the incense again. He thought: Is it that one? It doesn't look like it. Or, is it that one? It doesn't look like it either. The incense stick has clearly been there all the time. I just straightened the crooked one. Why can't I remember which incense stick was the one that was crooked? Did I not remember it carefully just now, or is there something wrong with my memory, or is it that it is not easy to accurately point out which one was crooked just now after changing the position? Is it because of the passage of time and the change of position that people can't remember the original "crookedness", then what about me? I have already taken the wrong road. If I take another road, is it possible that I will be like that incense stick and no longer look like the person who took the wrong road after a long time?

Thinking of this, Li Pingrun looked at the lid of the Qiumang box again and gave himself the answer in his heart: It's useless. The incense is still incense after all, and I am still me after all. I just thought about this question, why did I feel so full of fantasy when I saw the short-burned incense? I have been stained with black poison, even if I walk on a new road, I will stain the new road black.

Li Pingrun looked at the incense again and thought: As time goes by, they become shorter and shorter, and in the end, they will all turn into ashes in the incense burner and melt together. In the previous question, I am always different from the incense, but in this question, I have something in common with the incense - in the end, I will turn into ashes. I just don't know if the ashes I turn into will also be black and poisonous, and will my ashes pollute the place where they float?
At this moment, Li Pingrun suddenly remembered what his master had told him before, and realized that if he still did not dare to open the lid of the box to perform the ritual, the incense would burn shorter after a period of time, and when the time suitable for him to perform the ritual was over, he would really not be able to perform the ritual again.

He clearly remembered that his master had told him that if one wanted to use the Qiumang Box to understand something, one could only prepare by facing a handful of that special incense on the same day.

He asked his master what was going on. His master told him that when a person has prepared for a special incense ritual, before the next day, some "magic factors" generated by the special incense will always linger around the person who performed the ritual. Even if the incense is burned out and turned into ashes, and the ashes are scattered, the magic factors will still exist on that day.

He asked his master, if the performer died and turned into ashes, would those strange factors still linger around him on that day? The master said that they would, and would linger until the next day.

(End of this chapter)