"It must be an illusion, right?"

Xia Yan stared at the mirror with his eyes, and the indescribable white shadow in the bronze mirror seemed to be staring at him.

Xia Yan turned his head, and the white shadow also turned his head.

In addition to the bronze mirror, there was also a charred black bow on the wall, which was the originally existing ornament, which was still hanging quietly at this time, as if reminding the young prince that everything was normal, and it was him who was abnormal.

Suddenly, a strange noise came.

Smack...

Smack...

The sunlight outside the window suddenly became dim as if it was sucked by something weird.

With one or two breaths, the world will become dark, revealing mysteries, silence and obscurity.

The palace is like a grain of fine sand by the river in this dark world, extremely small.

But in this darkness that covers the sky and the sun, there is only a huge shadow that is clearly black but gives people a pure white feeling towering into the clouds. It is buried here for many years.

A strong sense of suffocation suddenly burst out, and the darkness was like countless weird hands that could not wait to pinch his neck.

Xia Yan hurriedly closed his eyes, lowered his head, and slapped his forehead with a cold right hand.

After a long time, the suffocation disappeared...

He opened his eyes and the terrifying white shadow in the mirror disappeared, and the sun never turned black. The fragrance of flowers was carried by the autumn wind to float in from the window, refreshing. The sound of guards, eunuchs and palace maids whispered in the distance.

"Can it cause hallucinations?" Xia Yan smiled self-deprecatingly and murmured, "The ancients said that they didn't know that the butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterfly. So, I don't know if I dreamed of White Yama, or White Yama dreamed of me..."

He leaned back and grabbed a book by his pillow talking about Feng Shui.

He doesn't like Feng Shui, but just thinks that his nightmare may be related to Feng Shui layout, so he is better than looking around without a single look.

Unlike usual, when his left hand touched the booklet, a strange impulse surged into his heart.

It was an impulse to "mysterize everything in this booklet and belong to oneself."

Xia Yan was stunned for a moment, but with impulse, he held the Feng Shui technique tightly in his left hand.

Just a book, so what if it is mysterious? So what if it belongs to yourself?

Just thoughts fell,

The book suddenly began to shrink, as if the space in which the book itself was in began to wrinkle until it condensed into a gray-white bead, which quietly hangs in the air in front of him against common sense.

Xia Yan closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead with his palms, and then opened his eyes, and the small ball was still there.

He turned his head to look at the bronze mirror.

This time, a pale-skinned boy appeared in the bronze mirror, but the grayish-white beads did not appear.

"What is this? Is it a new hallucination?"

The gray-white beads are quietly suspended in front of you.

Xia Yan paused for a moment, then stretched out his left hand and pointed it on the bead.

The bead met a sponge like water and directly merged into his body.

What followed was a stream of instantly digested information, which quickly appeared in his mind:

————You have already mastered the "perfect" level of [small spirit control technique].

————You can use [Little Spirit Control Technique] to attract and control evil spirits and demons within a range of 100 meters.

————This book [Little Spirit Control Technique] is not for human practice.

Xia Yan continued to lift his cold right hand and slapped his forehead with his palm, intending to awaken himself.

"Is it still an hallucination?!"

However, this time, the information did not disappear, and these mysterious and complex information still existed in his mind.

And this information is quite complex and very real, and it is far from something that can be imagined through fantasy.

"Try again."

Xia Yan felt something unusual, but his eyes were still calm, and he grabbed another book with his right hand, which was a book compiled by folk artists and talked about origami.

There are also some paper man and paper cranes that have just been folded recently, which are his entertainment books on the bed.

The "impulse to make everything mysterious and belong to oneself" appeared again.

Xia Yan followed this impulse and grabbed the book with his right hand.

No change occurred.

The impulse was telling him again to use his left hand.

So Xia Yan stretched out his left hand and gently brushed across the book.

Whoosh!!

A strange force caused the book to collapse instantly, condensed into a point, and turned into a gray-white bead again, floating in front of him without moving.

Xia Yan's eyebrows moved, and he raised his hands and compared them carefully.

Both hands showed pale color, the difference was that the left hand gave people a pure white jade-like feeling, which was similar to his current legs.

"When did it start? I remember these two hands are the same...Are I almost unable to feel the existence of my left hand?"

Xia Yan shook his left hand, but felt nothing abnormal.

So he stretched out his right hand and pointed at the gray-white beads.

The beads still blended directly into his fingers.

"It seems that only the left hand can create such small beads, but it can absorb any part of the body."

Immediately afterwards, new information was presented to his mind.

————You have already mastered the "perfect" level of [Dark Paper Man Technique].

————You can fold out the paper man who can live in evil spirits through the [Dark Paper Man Technique].

————This book [Dark Paper Man Art] is not for human practice.

Xia Yan felt the sudden emergence of information, as if he was already extremely skilled in the techniques in this information.

At this time, he felt an impulse continue to come from his mind, still "the impulse to let everything belong to his own world."

At this time, his left hand was pressing on the bed.

He quickly raised his left hand and the impulse disappeared.

He put his left hand on the quilt and the impulse appeared again.

But when he ignored the impulse, the quilt did not change.

"Isn't this an illusion? Or is it caused by excessive illusion?"

"But if, both [Little Spirit Control Technique] and [Dark Paper Man Technique] are true, then there will be gains and losses. What did I lose?"

"Rarely using unknown mysterious power will only bring disaster."

Xia Yan was not ecstatic, but calmly closed his eyes and felt the changes in his body.

Nothing seems special.

He turned his head again and looked at the bronze mirror hanging next to the black bow of the scorched wood.

In the mirror, at some point, he had two small squeezing of white hair, each of which was about several, and was pale, reminding him of the pure white scruff of the darkness of the nightmare.

Obviously, if he uses it without restraint, he will only bring a head of white hair.

And what does a head of white hair mean?

No one knows.

After all, this is a world of the Immortal Heroic Dynasty, and Queen Bai Yumo is a disciple of the Taixu Immortal Sect, so Xia Yan naturally knows many strange stories about the Immortal Heroic World.

At this time, he was not panicked, but just used his imagination and guessed calmly.

"Is this Bai Yanluo going to take over me?"

"Or want to use me as a carrier to come to this world?"

"What exactly is Bai Yanluo?"

"Why would I become a white Yama as long as I fall asleep? But I can't control it, and I can only be like a bystander?"

Xia Yan stopped thinking that he could not get any confirmation. He selected a piece of red paper from the paper for him to play with origami. Following the information of [Dark Paper Man Art], he quickly folded out a red paper man, and took a pen to draw the paper man's eyes and other facial features.

In an instant, the little red paper man exuded an evil aura.

Xia Yan put the paper man in his arms and shouted to the outside of the door: "Little Maqiu, push me to take a walk by the lake."

Outside the door, the voice of the personal palace maid came, "Here, Prince."
Chapter completed!