Lan Mu, the golden-retriever mouse, hid in a garden with a brush and a bronze mirror in his arms, and while eating the fruits, he studied these two containment items.

Three days have passed, and they have basically figured out their characteristics.

"It should be all containment items with hidden dangers!"

First of all, the bronze mirror has a very simple function, a similar ability to read the mind, and can open the perspective of God and monitor all humans within a radius of 100 kilometers.

There are only humans, and no other non-humans will be displayed on it, including the Lan Mu, whose human soul is the body of a mouse.

This feature is nothing. The monitoring ability coincides with Lan Mu's mental power scanning, but the scope is larger.

But it is impossible for Lan Mu to show what the target is doing at this moment.

"It's a pity that it's still a bit useless. It actually appears in the form of APP, and you have to look for names one by one, which is too troublesome."

Lan Mu did not find a search function, the only thing that is more convenient is that it can display people nearby.

And Lan Mu noticed that the bronze mirror was a containment and had some side effects.

It seems to cause some kind of damage to brain cells. If you use it too much, it may lead to a major disaster...

"All names displayed in the bronze mirror will become more dull and clumsy as the number of views increases, and may eventually become idiots."

Lan Mu used his mental power to scan out the monitored person, and crystallized particles will appear in brain cells. If there are too many such particles, it will definitely cause harm to the human brain.

"No wonder the containment cannot be abused. CANC has suffered this loss. It has abused the containment, resulting in the flu that killed 70 million people."

"If someone uses this containment for a long time in a metropolis, it may lead to hundreds of millions of people becoming idiots on a large scale, right?"

Lan Mu imagined that everyone in Los Angeles turned into idiots, and that was so sour...

"Leave this thing to me and put it in good condition."

As for another storage brush, it is much more useful than a bronze mirror, but at the same time it has great side effects.

Its characteristic is mainly that it has the ability to enlighten and can make dead objects move.

For example, a stone statue only needs a finishing touch. It can move freely, become a puppet stone statue monster, and wait for the orders of the brush holder.

In addition, it can also embody the life drawn. But this ability requires a carrier. The better the carrier, the closer the biological properties drawn are to the prototype.

Lotus root girls are painted, but they are actually inanimate and just puppets.

The entire Shambala life was truly born out of painting. It is actually animals such as cattle, sheep, horse, dog, and Shambala.

"Creating new humans on corpses is actually no different from cloning..."

The lotus root is just a puppet. The corpse is a living person! Because such a living person can be free from being controlled by a magic pen, and can even learn and think.

Of course, Lan Mu actually couldn't confirm whether these Shambhala people were still real people. Their prototypes were probably dead long ago, and even the original Dharma King must have died long ago. They were all self-improvement transformed by the power of the magic pen.

"Nirvana?"

Lan Mu suddenly thought that there are often legends of living Buddhas in Tibet. The Dharma King and living Buddhas of Shambhala are so respected. I am afraid that the power to control Nirvana is the biggest reason?

Legend has it that Shambhala can make people live forever, and another self is born on the corpse and live for the dead self. Isn’t this an alternative eternal life?

"Haha, this is worthy of being immortal?" Lan Mu quickly disdained this resurrection.

"How can it be considered resurrection by being shown by a magic pen tool to take something that has no soul?"

The whole Shambhala seemed to be lying to himself. The person who lived as his own was no longer the same person as he was, but just a special puppet with the same appearance.

"This is just a puppet making a pen. It has an essential difference from the energy of real life recovery."

"There is no reaction at all in the life ball, which means that the power of the magic pen has no relationship with the life ball. The transformation power of the life ball is the power to truly control life."

With the principled ideas, Lan Mu speculated on the side effects of the magic pen and thought of a hidden danger.

That is, after the holder dies, the puppet will not change back, but will maintain its ability to move.

This shows that the real manipulation of the puppet is the magic pen, and the holder is just giving a rough order.

In this way, wouldn’t the magic pen betrayed to backfire on its master?

"Oh my! Why do I think so much? I'll use less. I don't even need it."

Lan Mu was afraid that he would go on, so he didn't even dare to use Best Metal.

Although I don’t know why CANC determined that Best Metal was a truly harmless containment, Lan Mu really liked this containment and even planned to use it as his real weapon.

But it has to be said that if all containment items have hidden dangers, and using them too many times will be equivalent to a accumulation of hatred value, and one day a disaster will break out.

Then Best Metal must not prove that it is safe and harmless.

Perhaps, it's just a matter of tolerance, time.

...

In the past three days, because of the death of the Dharma King, Fang Moqi and others gathered all the outsiders together and even began to lobby for the locals of Shambhala.

They were not aware that Shambala people were half-life and half-puppets, and they actually wanted to mobilize these pseudo-life bodies to establish a new order.

Lan Mu knew about this and couldn't help but feel funny. The order of Shambalah is the order of machine, and it can also be said to be the order of utopianity.

Living is the only thought of everyone, and eternal life in a happy and empty paradise, which is the life goal of Shambalah people.

Everyone has the same capital, everyone has the same happiness, and everyone has the same treatment.

With clothes and food, you can live without worry after doing the little production work every day.

They no longer have a higher goal, live until death, and then let the Dharma King, or the fictitious living Buddha, give them Nirvana and regain their rebirth.

This is a boring reincarnation, living, dying, nirvana, rebirth, living, dying...

Perhaps the first generation of Shambalah people were the real happiness. Although they might have nothing, they made real struggles in this paradise, built cities, palaces, and pastoral hometowns.

They devoted their lives to establish a beautiful fairyland in heaven.

But they died, and the puppet life that enjoyed this fairyland on their behalf was the puppet life that existed in their name.

Under the Dharma King... it should be under the control of the magic pen. Follow the established routine of work and rest, live ignorantly.

Follow a boring order and exist numbly.

Lan Mu stared at the magic pen and thought to himself: "This should be the horror of the magic pen, right? Under its so-called temptation of Nirvana, a beautiful fantasy country has been turned into an empty and cold puppet country."

In three days, Shambhala had broken the tranquility of the past. Her numb life on weekdays suddenly became messy, and the whole town fell into disorder.

Because the Dharma King is dead...

When Fang Moqi and others informed the Shambalah people of the death of the Dharma King, they had to come to the confusion and chaos of the Shambalah people.

They rushed into the palace, looked at the body of the Dharma King who had been dead for a long time, and found that the so-called living Buddha secret room was empty.

These poor puppets have lost their last little hope of life.

There is no nirvana, no new life, and no future.

For the first time, they felt anger for the first time. What will people who lose their only goal do?

The Shambalah people angrily placed their targets on Fang Moqi and others, and began to shout and kill them.

Lan Mu looked at the magic pen and said to himself: "Your brush is really poisonous!"

"Isn't this your secret provocation?"

He didn't know whether the magic pen would secretly affect these people who were manifested by it, so he could only wait silently.

Anyway, although there are many people in Shambala, Fang Moqi and the others are not so easy to die.

Lan Mu waited until he turned into a human being, and then he suddenly raised his magic pen and shouted.

"Magic pen! Let them stop!"

Lan Mu's mental power sensed that the group of Shambhala people had no reaction, so he shouted a few times, and even changed it to English. He also tried several ways to give orders, but in the end he was useless.

"How could it be? Do you really have no control over these people?"

The stone statue monster magic pen can control it, but these humans born from corpses cannot control it. It is simply strange.

"No soul. At least not natural people, right? But the magic pen cannot control them. Are they humans or puppets?"

With doubt, Lan Mu looked for clothes in the palace to wear, and ran out of the palace to find a Shambalah man.

He directly transformed into a nine-tailed fox and used charm to him.

The man stood in a daze, obviously sinking into charm. He just didn't get too obsessed.

"Can you be charming... It turns out that the target of charming is not the soul, as long as you have thoughts?"

"But what is the difference between thought and mind? Are I a soul or a thought? How many 'me' do people have?"

After thinking about it all, Lan Mu hurriedly stopped this problem for the time being, and quickly ran towards Fang Moqi and others.

At this moment, Fang Moqi and others were in the snow-capped mountains on the edge of Shambala, and most people in the town also ran there.

It is obvious that Fang Moqi and his group planned to leave Shambala.

If he leaves, Lan Mu will definitely leave too. He killed the Dharma King, and now he doesn’t know how to leave Shambhala.

But when he reached the snow-capped mountains with hope and exploring his mental power, he heard a message that made him regret.

Mr. Charlie said: "Shambalah has no outlet, and no one has left Shambalah for at least a hundred years."
To be continued...