The strange laughter Columbia made under the control of the Mirror Ghost echoed throughout the mirror world, and everything in the mirror world rippled with his laughter.
The scenery in the mirror world began to distort, as if the entire world was like a painting on a flat surface that was twisted in the hands of a giant and became wrinkled and uneven.
Under the influence of the laughter, not only the scene in the entire dormitory was distorted, but even Joet Brown's thinking was affected to a certain extent. His thinking was not able to accept the sudden change in the environment for a while, which caused his logical processing to become a little slow.
Although his ability to think is somewhat restricted, it does not mean that it will affect his actions in the mirror world.
After failing to reach Columbia, he quickly shifted his target: the poster of Selena on the wall.
When he reached out to try to touch the poster of Selena posing in a sexy pose, his hand did not pass through like it did when he touched Columbia. Instead, a layer of film that was almost invisible to the naked eye blocked his action.
The film was mottled with dark black, like ink dripping into clear water.
When Jobtran's fingertips touched one of those points, some vague but unforgettable images flashed through his mind.
At first, Joet Brown felt a little suspicious because he didn't understand his perspective, but when he saw the arrangement around him clearly, he felt angry from the bottom of his heart for no reason.
He saw a woman with ordinary appearance but a happy smile on her face.
She had brown curly hair and held herself tightly in her arms.
What Joet Brown saw himself at this moment was that he stretched out his tender hand and gently grasped the woman's falling hair.
The ordinary-looking woman did not resist, but softly sang a well-known folk song - Little Crocodile of the Nile, to soothe herself to sleep.
When Jobtran saw this, he immediately understood the identity of the Mirror Ghost.
That was the baby in the woman's arms.
These black spots are the memories that the baby reveals unconsciously, the beauty and cruelty he sees.
Touching the next black spot, Joet Brown saw a young man in his early thirties.
He was shouting something loudly toward the door.
From Joet Brown's perspective, he couldn't see the face of the person outside the door clearly.
He only saw a sharp edge piercing through the man's chest without any warning.
The man standing at the door had a look of disbelief on his face, but he still held the door with his hands outstretched.
He used the last of his strength to stop the outsiders from murdering his wife and children, but it was in vain.
The knife flashed, and his arms broke off. At the same time, his heart fell to the ground and turned into invisible fragments.
His wife behind him had nowhere to escape and could only hold the little life in her arms tightly, crying and begging the intruder to spare their little life.
The intruder was as cruel as if he was deaf and dumb. He slashed with a knife, and Joet Brown's vision was filled with blood.
The intruder forcibly tore the baby from the mother's arms, while his accomplices cut off the heads of the young couple.
I was taken to a completely unfamiliar place.
It was a cold, lonely and empty place, without the songs of his mother or the teasing of his father.
The only light comes from the dark green that occasionally appears on the ground.
It seems that I will never have the chance to see the sun again.
In the baby's little world, he doesn't understand where his parents have gone or what these people are doing.
If you are hungry, you will naturally cry loudly.
When I feel sleepy, I naturally curl up and fall asleep.
The only thing I had was food, but I couldn't figure out what it was.
It was extremely smelly, extremely sticky, and extremely unpalatable.
The baby didn't understand, but Jobtran did.
It was a meat paste made by the intruder by grinding the heads of the baby's parents into powder and adding some forbidden materials of black magic.
Joet Brown's anger burned in his heart.
Because he saw the mastermind behind all this.
Although that figure was still young, it was impossible for Joe Bruin to forget him—Arthur.
After the ritual was initiated, the effect of black magic extracted the baby's completely unconscious soul and placed it in a Venetian mirror that Arthur carried with him.
This is the origin of the artificial mirror ghost.
Jobtran's dislike for Arthur deepened at this point.
When he finished reading the short life of this poor mirror ghost, he completely understood the dark side of Arthur, the hypocrite.
He is a beast who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, even ignoring human nature.
Merlin must have seen through this when he called him a beast, which was why he couldn't help but utter such a rude word.
The anger in Joe Butran's heart passed in an instant. It was not that he was unwilling to vent his anger, but at this moment he was very clear about one thing:
No matter how angry you are, it won't help the current situation.
So he suppressed his indignation, calmed down, and thought about how to assimilate the poor mirror ghost in front of him.
In the mirror world, all mysterious forces seem to non-existent.
Jobtran had no suitable weapons with him, neither the Yama Sword nor the Ebony and White Ivory.
He tried to mobilize the energy in his body and chant scriptures of Holy Light, but these actions were like a drop in the ocean, with no actual response.
The current situation is like a stalemate.
Joet Brown understood that there was no man-made creature in this world that was without weaknesses, it was just that the relative strength levels and laws limited the development of their abilities.
When one's own abilities are interfered with by the mirror world, one can only abide by the rules of the mirror world here.
Conversely, the Mirror Ghost also needs to abide by the rules here.
Jobtran calmed down and thought for a while, then he realized what he was lacking.
Since he stepped into the mirror world, he did not suffer one after another attacks as if he had stepped into hell. Instead, the only action of the mirror ghost so far was to manipulate Columbia to make a few weird laughs.
"Does this mean that damage in the mirror world will not be reflected in reality
Because everything in the mirror must be based on reality? "
Joet Brown thought so.
In this case, the action-oriented Jobtran immediately looked up and waved to Merlin, who was running the magic circle outside.
A trace of confusion flashed across Merlin's face, but he still cast the spell and pulled Joet Brown out of the mirror.
When Joet Brown opened his eyes in reality, he jumped out of bed and then adjusted the angle of the floating mirror so that the reflection of the mirror could include the poster instead of just the two beds.
Then he ran to the poster and touched the center of the poster with his hands - Selena's proud breasts.
"I'm sorry."
Joet Brown said mischievously.
Merlin saw this and immediately understood Joet Brown's intention. He used his staff once again to push Joet Brown's soul back into the mirror world.
This time, when Jobtran opened his eyes, the film activated by the mirror ghost no longer existed.
Instead, what appeared before Jobtran's eyes was a deep black hole.
At the end of the black hole lies Columbia, surrounded by thorns.
Colombia is dying and on the verge of collapse.
At the same time, Joet Brown saw the little mirror ghost.
He had a cute face, but his pupils were dark black without any white, and the Mirror Ghost shed dark tears in pain.
The tiny body was covered with horrific scars drawn by humans, the density of which could be compared to a modern map of Manhattan.
Thorns grew out of the Mirror Ghost's body, surrounding Columbia's body in circles. At the same time, these thorns seemed to have their own lives, constantly absorbing nutrients by piercing Columbia's body.
Joet Brown wanted to swing his fist to knock the mirror ghost away, but he felt reluctant.
He felt the Mirror Ghost was looking at him, but there was no murderous intent in that look, only the innocence and curiosity that is unique to children.
"Perhaps my appearance is too strange at this moment?"
Joet Brown thought to himself with a self-deprecating tone.
He walked slowly towards the direction of the Mirror Ghost, step by step, very carefully, and at the same time controlled himself not to release any malicious intent.
He was like a person approaching a cat, slowly and with kindness.
Jobtran knew very well that what he had to do was assimilate, not fight.
The Mirror Ghost saw what Jobtran was doing and subconsciously resisted.
The Mirror Ghost was afraid that he had suffered too much in his short life.
He would not easily trust anyone who approached him, because those who approached him would add scars to his tender body.
They scratched their tender skin with sharp feather pens, smeared some smelly paint on their backs, whipped themselves with painful whips, and forced themselves to drink the disgusting meat paste.
The thorns that were rooted in Columbia were pulled out of Columbia one after another, and then a wall of thorns was erected in front of Joet Brown.
The thorns before me are a frightening red, but also a sad red.
This was the last scene that Mirror Ghost saw of his parents, and it was bright red.
If Jobtran didn't know, he would certainly use force to break it and attack it.
But he knew very well, because he had experienced it and witnessed it, and the pain that the little mirror ghost had experienced could not be fully expressed in words.
Joet Brown stretched out his hand and gently stroked the thorn wall, letting the barbs of the thorns dig into his palms and letting the blood in his palms be absorbed by the thorns.
He opened his arms and threw himself into the wall of thorns.
The barbs broke through Jobtran's thin clothes and pierced into his body from all kinds of incredible angles.
Jobtran did not struggle, and at the same time, a hint of confusion appeared in the Mirror Ghost's small eyes.
He didn't quite understand why this person who broke into his world didn't hurt him like the others did
The Mirror Ghost didn't understand what was going on in his little head, but Thorn didn't stop sucking, and continued to absorb energy from Jobtran's soul to nourish itself.
The soul power from Jobtran slowly filled the little mirror ghost's body, making him feel a long-lost sense of fullness.
The soul of Joe Butran is purer and more delicious than the soul of Columbia, but this does not mean happiness.
For some reason, the mirror ghost slowly stopped sucking on the thorns.
He retracted the thorns and curiously floated in front of Jobtran, who was covered in scars and bleeding.
He stretched out his tender but pale little hand and touched Jobtran's face.
Jobtran did not resist, but allowed the mirror ghost's icy little hands to touch his face repeatedly.
Joet Brown opened his eyes and looked at the mirror ghost's little face right in front of him with his red pupils.
He endured the pain, forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and embraced the Mirror Ghost with his arms that had been open before.
The sudden embrace caught the little mirror ghost off guard. He instinctively urged the thorns to grow wildly out of his body.
All the thorns surrounded the bodies of Mirror Ghost and Joet Brown in the black hole at the same time, forming a spherical enclosed space.
The wound was once again cut by a large number of thorns, which were like giant snakes trying to drill into his body.
Joet Brown knew that this time the thorns would not leave any room for him, but would suck him dry.
But he still did not resist.
He only did one thing, which was to hug the little Mirror Ghost's cold body tightly and sing the melody of the Mirror Ghost that was imprinted deep in his soul with his magnetic and low voice.
The song that is sung by Jews in Germany and around the world - The Crocodile of the Nile.
When the familiar melody sounded, Mirror Ghost subconsciously stopped his struggle.
He opened his dark eyes and looked straight into Jobtran's face.
He gathered up all the thorns and curled up his body.
He felt the long-lost warmth.
In the mirror world, there is only endless coldness and endless silence.
That melody and that embrace became the salvation of Mirror Ghost during this long wait.
He finally waited for that ray of light in the world, a light as warm as the sun.
Although it was not as warm as his mother's embrace, it was still a warmth that he had not enjoyed since he became the Mirror Ghost.
Feeling confused, he stretched out his little hand and touched the hair hanging down at Jobtran's temples.
Joe Butran was still smiling, smiling gently.
The little mirror ghost smiled, closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.
The ball made of thorns turned into stars and dissipated. At the same time, streams of pure soul power were fed back into the souls of Jobtran and Columbia.
Yes, the crisis is over.
But Jobtran still stood, holding the disappearing little body in his arms.
"Sleep peacefully, little one.
Sleep well, little one.
Good night."