As I was dragged onto the TV screen, my surroundings changed dramatically.

I was surrounded by densely layered mirrors, each of which contained my shadow.

As I looked around, the mirror began to spin.

Nice environment.

I don't think it's been a long time since I've looked in the mirror.

I looked around at the mirror that I was lying on my back at my feet, crossed my legs, and began to look in the mirror in earnest.

My face is not rosy, my eyes are slightly puffy, there is too much blood under my eyes, my eyebrows would be best if they could be trimmed, and my hair seems to be cut as well.

The clothes I'm wearing are a bit dirty, so I should buy another set of clothes to change into during the day......

I've been looking in the mirror for a long time, and I'm still enjoying it.

"Hey, can you respect the ghost?!" a young girl's voice came from all directions with obvious anger at this time.

"Do you deserve to be respected?" I rolled over and sat up, continuing to look in the mirror.

"Aren't you afraid of being trapped here?"

"I'm afraid. ”

"That's pretty much it. ”

"I'm afraid of a fart. ”

"You!"

"Mirror ghosts, good at creating illusions are unguardable, and many ghosts are of low level. A ghost with a high level of ghost can suck people into the mirror and trap them inside the mirror. As long as you shatter the true mirror surface of the mirror, or kill the mirror ghost, you can break the trap. ”

“......”

"You have to stay here to keep me here. And I, raising my hand, can destroy you. ”

"You brag!"

"I don't know what is alive or dead. At this point in the conversation, I stood up and looked indifferent, relieved.

The dense cascading mirrors then shook and cracked, and the mirror ghosts were forced out from behind the mirrors.

Although her appearance is not the same as Luo, she is seven or eight points similar.

She happened to be too, dressed in red and combing the long red hairband on the left and right side of the pill head, constantly swinging without wind, and the outfit made me feel that Luo was back by her side at first glance.

Her panic, her trembling, reminded me of what Lowe had been before she died.

I was in a state of frustration.

I lowered my eyes.

"I was wrong. Can you not kill me?" the mirror ghost muttered and pleaded.

"Good. I looked up at her again, and saw that she was looking at Luo.

"Huh?" I was so cheerful that the ghost was taken aback on the spot.

"Don't drag people into the mirror easily, that will probably put you in danger. I whispered, and walked up to her to pick up the broken hair on her cheeks.

As I raised my hand, she panicked again and her eyes retreated.

My outstretched hand froze in mid-air, then withdrew it again, and then fell back to stand.

"What are you grieving about?" the ghost hesitated as I walked towards me after I fell back to my place, and did not dare to continue in the middle of the road.

"Sadness...... owes her, but has no chance to pay it back, and she can't feel at ease all day long. ”

"It doesn't matter. As long as you're nice to her while she's still around. ”

"It's a pity that when she was still there, I always thought she was dispensable. ”

"No, it won't. You can be so sad now, and you must be nice to her, but you don't realize it. Many times, what you see is not necessarily true. Many times, the feelings in the heart can also be deceiving. ”

"Really...... Is that so?"

"Really. ”

"Thank you for comforting me. ”

"Eh, you didn't kill me, I should thank you. I say so many heartfelt words, except that I am really infected by your sadness and really want to comfort you, mainly so that you don't want to kill me again. ”

"You're being honest. At this point in the conversation, I smiled lightly.

"Whether you are honest or not is also divided. I've seen the world and life, and I still have a bit of a sense of ability. The mirror ghost breathed a sigh of relief and smiled and bent his eyes.

"So, what kind of person am I in your eyes?" I asked.

"Paranoia. But things in the world are never absolute. What you are determined may not be worth your continuation, and what you want to give up may be extremely precious to you. What can really hurt you is your own choice. The mirror ghost looked me in the eye and gave the answer slowly.

"You said this, except for the two words of paranoia, the rest of what you said is equivalent to not saying it. "I resisted, so I let the ghost send me out of here.

"Since I speculated, I have a parting word. The suffering of the past is also wealth, and it should not be used to imprison oneself and punish others. The past is irretrievable, tomorrow is still unknown, only the present is real. So, it's important to do whatever you want. The mirror ghost pursed his lips and laughed.

As she finished, I went back to my hotel room and stood in front of the TV screen.

The low-pitched sound of the horse-head fiddle continues with a melodious Mongolian tune, and the documentary is not over yet.

I walked over to the edge of the bed and continued to sit on the head of the bed and watch TV.

The relief of the mirror ghost soothed the sentimentality in my heart to a great extent.

The words of the mirror ghost make a lot of sense.

I'm really paranoid.

But I'm still determined, and what I'm determined in my heart is still worth continuing.

Between grandpa and the little monk, if I had to choose one or the other, I could only choose grandpa.

What's wrong with that?

My grandfather had the grace of reinvention for me and took great care of me.

In this way, I just gave up on the little monk.

'What I want to give up may be very precious to me,' but I had no choice but to choose one or the other.

As for the sufferings of the past, I don't think it's wealth at all.

I don't feel like I'm imprisoning myself, either.

I'm like this, okay?

As for everything you want, it's easier said than done, especially for me.

Even if I don't mention the grudge between the little monk and my grandfather, it seems that I have never had everything as I like since I have a memory.

The past hardships whipped me and I could only move forward, but the appearance of my grandfather made me more and more self-disciplined and focused, lest I live up to his expectations of me and be good to me.

Such a me...... Looks tired.

My phone rang at this time, it was an unfamiliar number.

Who called?

Is it grandpa?

Or is the little monk resurrected and knows my number?

My heart suddenly tugged at and I hurriedly answered the phone, but the call was a sales call.

I hung up the phone, washed up and rested.

It's easy to get tired if your mind is too heavy, so it might be good to sleep and let your brain turn off.

I lay in bed and fell asleep quickly.

I seem to have had a lot of dreams, but when I woke up, I couldn't remember them at all.

When I got up again, I went straight to my employer's house to protect the coffin and bury it.

As the coffin was lifted smoothly, I shouted out the sacrificial words left by Lao Tao in his notes: Life is empty and death is empty, life and death are like in a dream.

Life is a hundred flowers to welcome spring, and death is the autumn wind of yellow leaves.

Life and death are strange, and yin and yang are different.

The deceased enters the ground, and the eight immortals open the way.

Sacrifice wine in all directions, and everything is fine.

I shouted the sacrificial words and couldn't help but be stunned.

Life is also empty and death is empty, if I didn't try to do everything as I wanted, didn't I try to urge the little monk and grandpa to release their suspicions, is it too regrettable?

"Master, what's wrong?" I was stunned and worried.

"It's fine. "I tried my best to protect the coffin under the watchful eyes of everyone.

After waiting for the coffin to be buried smoothly, I received the honorarium and left the owner, first bought a large number of ingredients and returned to Qianwan.

When I arrived at the shallow bay, I sailed the boat into the shallow bay again.

Although it was still early, there were already storms in the sea, and I was forced to abandon my plans to go into the sea to investigate the strange things in the sea.

After I moored the boat in the shallow bay, I went to the stern of the boat to make a fire and cook.

The neighboring boat was making a side stove, and the fish sister in charge of the kitchen smiled kindly at me as I looked around and looked past her.

I looked back indifferently and began to work on dinner.

After dinner, I went back to the cabin to practice internal strength.

At night, the sad cry of the fish sister in the neighboring boat came suddenly.

I stopped practicing and listened carefully, and it turned out that she was crying at night.

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