The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Wanting to understand all this, Wang Miao stepped forward and asked.

"Do the bandits really look exactly like you? Do you all have this kind of face? Is this not something you created with a talent or skill? Or is it a unique ability of you mirror-image people?"

Mirror Ghost stood up, clutching his aching stomach from laughing, and slowly put on his headgear.

"you guess?"

Yue Sheng no longer hesitated. He feigned anger, took a step forward, leaving many afterimages. His spear moved like a dragon, unstoppable.

"Zi Yuan! Make your move!"

Yue Sheng's mount, Zi Yuan, hovering in mid-air, opened its mouth and spat out a vast expanse of purple dragon breath, like a dense meteor shower, pouring down on the group of mirror-image bandits.

"Eat a mouthful of phlegm from Grandpa Dragon!!! Wahahaha!!"

Faced with Yue Sheng's attack, Mirror Ghost Brother laughed heartily.

"Let's go!"

The group of mirrored bandits suddenly started running, leaping into Wang Miao's ice wall.

Wang Miao was shocked once again.

"Ice is fine?"

They arrived at the ice wall to take a look.

But then they saw the bandits reflected in the ice, twisting their waists and dancing the bandits' classic settlement dance, Subject Three.

"this……"

"This is too weird."

"This is the mirror image created by the Dark Artifact..."

But the weirdest part was yet to come.

The group of mirror-image bandits moved around on the ice with arrogant postures, swinging their arms wildly, showing no regard for their own family.

After reaching the edge, it disappeared completely, as if it had entered an area that had not yet been loaded for outsiders.

Soon, everyone heard the sound of water coming from afar.

Turning around, they saw that the bandits in the moat outside the city were leaping out of the water like dolphins, and then jumping back in.

There was a splash when I jumped up, but not when I jumped down.

Wang Miao, Yue Sheng, and the others chased after them and found them running wildly in the water's reflection. They tried to pelt them with stones, stab them with spears, and bombard them with skills, but nothing worked.

Before long, they seemed to have dived into a deeper mirror world, becoming blurred and indistinct.

Yue Sheng and his group had no choice but to give up the pursuit.

Zi Yuan curiously peered out and looked at the water's surface.

"What kind of weird stuff is this? Can't Earth ever have a day of peace and quiet, damn it..."

Yue Sheng sighed.

"They all have this ability, so catching them will be difficult."

Wang Miao nodded.

"Fortunately, they're not entirely mentally stable, and they answered all our questions. At least we've gained something from this trip: all the key garrison posts in Glory City must be reassigned!"

What Yue Sheng actually wanted to say was...

This kind of personnel change is only a temporary solution and does not address the root cause.

The Dark Artifact is still there. Even if you replace someone on your side, he can still find an opportunity to replace you again with a mirror image.

It's just that Glory City has increased its security, making it a little more difficult for them to replace personnel.

Moreover, such a change of personnel would inevitably involve the distribution of interests among various factions, and they might not agree to it.

The Special Bureau will encounter many obstacles in this process.

However, after spending some time together, Yue Sheng also came to understand Wang Miao's temperament.

He would do anything that would benefit the fight against the Dark Star forces, no matter how difficult it was.

Brother Wu went to track down the Mirror Bandits.

After memorizing the Song hexagram simultaneously, I felt somewhat fortunate.

Just now in City 3, thankfully this mirror image ghost had a mahjong face.

Otherwise, if he removes that hood and his incredibly handsome face is revealed to the world, even if he can explain it clearly, he will still face high suspicion from the Federation.

"Do these mirror images know that their original selves are actually my clones? If they did, would they choose to reveal it?"

Now is not the best time to reveal the ability to create clones.

Because Song Gua and the bandits are not yet strong enough to be unafraid of any covetous individuals.

Song Gua's gaze gradually turned cold.

"These mirror images cannot be kept; they are too uncontrollable. If they reveal my identity, it will be disastrous."

Da Congming, on the other hand, is optimistic.

"Who would believe the words of a bunch of people with stern faces?"

"That being said, once the seed of doubt is planted, it will take root and sprout."

"The problem is that their ability to travel through mirrors is really hard to catch. They've just been created and we're not fully prepared yet. Once they get into the city, there will be mirrors everywhere, and that will be a real disaster."

"Yes, what should we do about them? Hey? Why don't we ask the Magic Conch?"

Inside the second Soul-Devouring Pearl, Good Second Brother kicked the Dark Pocket Watch.

"Hey! You bitch! Do you even know how to catch the reflection created by the Dark Bronze Mirror?"

"Oh, my director, if mirror objects have mirroring abilities, they will be very difficult to deal with, unless you can find a place where there is no mirror reflection and lure them there."

"Don't call me Director! Call me Chairman! Is there no other way?"

"There's one more..."

……

Misty District, Huiye City.

Master Yan slowly opened his heavy eyes and saw three resentful women's faces.

One of them is Luo Tong, the host of the Dark Compass and the former mayor of Jiangnan City.

One of them is the host of the Dark Gold Seal, a monk from Shiva City.

One image shows the host of the Dark Cross, a mass of flowing black liquid that barely manages to form facial features.

Master Yan's eyes glazed over for a moment, and his consciousness switched to the control of the Dark Bronze Mirror.

"What's wrong? Why are you all staring at me like that?"

Luo Tong: "Didn't you say that the mirror images you created would absolutely obey your orders?"

The monk said, "What a fine Dark Star Ruler! He doesn't have to do everything himself."

Cross: "What a clever move, opening champagne at halftime! We were careless."

Master Yan scratched his head, thought for a moment, and realized a big problem.

"Where's my bronze mirror?! My bronze mirror has been stolen!"

Luo Tong asked impatiently.

"Who stole it?"

Master Yan described what had happened earlier with great enthusiasm.

Luo Tong was so angry he laughed.

"You used the Dark Bronze Mirror to create a group of mirror bandits, and then they stole your Dark Bronze Mirror. You, a spirit of the bronze mirror, are now without your mirror?"

Master Yan nodded.

"That's the situation."

Luo Tong pointed at his forehead and knocked him to the ground.

"Could you fucking get any more outrageous??? Even novels couldn't come up with something this absurd!!!"

The monk shook his head.

"So, those mirror-image bandits you created were acting from the very beginning. From the moment they were born, they never took your orders; they were just trying to fool you."

The cross is clenched in anger.

"And you, are you completely unaware of this?"

Master Yan sat on the ground, covered in sweat.

"That does seem to be the case, but I can guarantee that the mirror images lurking in Glory City will absolutely obey my orders!"

The cross couldn't resist any longer and conjured a bunch of tentacles, binding Master Yan and lifting him into the air.

"Give me back my original soul power!! You damn fool!!"

The Dark Compass swirled in Luo Tong's hand, and streaks of black lightning shot out, striking Master Yan, making it appear as if Master Yan was undergoing a tribulation.

"You've wasted my precious time! I've spent watching this monkey show with you!!"

The monk took out a dark golden seal and struck Master Yan's head with swastikas.

"You promised to give me a new face!! How can I do that now?!"

Master Yan was beaten so badly by his three accomplices that he was left speechless and unable to express his suffering.

"I regret mirroring that bandit..."