"Master Xie. ”

When the phantom demon heard this, his face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly thanked him, and at the same time sent the demon away.

At this moment, on the snow-white wall of the living room, a line of words composed entirely of blood suddenly appeared! This extremely strange scene would be frightened to the death of ordinary people when they saw it at this midnight hour.

The phantom read the blood on the wall carefully.

"Go to Youquan Village on the outskirts of City X, where is the help you want. ”

This strange line of blood characters, after the illusion finished reading, suddenly began to become blurred, and the blood actually began to be absorbed by the wall, gradually ...... Gone.

Youquan Village......

The Phantom remembered the name.

I wanted to go back to sleep, but it was impossible to fall asleep.

He also turned on the light in the living room, made a cup of tea, and drank it. He doesn't have a habit of smoking, so he can only drink tea.

Although the coffee may be more effective, Phantom always feels that when tasting the aroma of tea, it is easy to calm down.

Looking at his face reflected in the tea, the phantom clenched the teacup.

Become a Fallen Demon and ...... It's been almost a year.

Although a year may not seem like a long time, the illusion feels as if countless years have passed.

A year ago......

The afterglow of the setting sun has dissipated, the breeze of the banquet is blowing, the stars and the bright moon are shining in the dark sky, and countless shimmers of light shine like fireflies in the dark night.

The starry sky, like a sand painting, seems to pick up wisps of sand in the darkness of no one, and gently pours down with people, staggering into a galaxy on the canvas called Tianmu.

Bursts of shimmering light, like fireflies flying in the sky, blooming fluorescent flowers, the vast galaxy, like an hourglass, seems to flow to the world, like dust, as soft as silk, but can only be expected.

Under the vast night sky, those huge modern buildings are like a ship on standby to sail on the sea of stars.

In this picturesque night scene, the ships on standby to sail are one city after another that never sleeps, with bright lights and wine, drunk and golden, which is both a paradise and a prison on earth.

In one of the cities, the human illusion with unkempt hair, disheveled clothes, haggard face, wandering aimlessly in the bustling streets, walking aimlessly in the endless flow of people, like a lifeless puppet, he is unemployed, like most middle-aged people, facing a mid-life crisis in life.

Before he knew it, the phantom came to the door of a frequented bar, paused slightly, and then pushed open the door of the bar.

Inside and outside the door, there is a strong drum beat of two worlds, a noisy crowd, a bewitching and sexy woman and a young crazy man.

The red and willow wine, the noisy and deafening music, the brilliant lights reflected the tall glass full of Lafite, and the ambiguous tones of the staggered and intertwined colors eroded the hearts of the anesthetized people.

The mixed air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, the music was so loud that it almost shook the ears of a deafening man, and both men and women writhed their waists and buttocks wildly on the dance floor.

Brightly dressed women giggle and play in the men's pile, teasing those who can't control themselves with flirtatious language.

The phantom looked at everything familiar in front of him, and it was clear that it was no different from the past, but for some reason, a trace of strangeness suddenly appeared in his heart.

Invisible to the naked eye, this bar has long gathered a huge amount of desire power, which is constantly surging here.

There was a faint sound of a heartbeat coming from the power of desire surging in all directions, but it was muffled by the loud music.

The moment the phantom stepped into the bar, the power of the surging desire suddenly froze, and then, like a cat smelling fish, rolled violently.

An invisible phantom condensed from the power of endless desire, and only a pair of blood-colored demon pupils appeared on the face that could not be seen clearly, and at this time it was staring at the phantom demon who had just entered from the door, shining with a strange red glow.

The phantom looked around uncomfortably and didn't find anything, his chapped lips slightly opened and whispered softly, "Is it because I'm too careful......"

Then, he suppressed the strangeness in his heart and let out a chuckle as if laughing at himself. After walking towards the bar, asking the bartender for a bottle of spirits, he found a no-man's corner of the bar and sat down to drink alone.

With a glass of liquor in his throat, he numbed his heart and forgot his sorrow for a short time, and soon the consciousness of the phantom began to blur, and his mind began to become dizzy.

In a daze, a wave of sleepiness came to him, and he fell drunk before he knew it.

Seeing that the phantom demon was drunk, the strange shadow floating in the air rushed towards it, and the power of endless desire rolled violently towards it, and a cruel laugh faintly came from it.

"Are you in pain?"

The drunken phantom consciousness was immersed in a dark sea of consciousness, and in the midst of this endless darkness, a demonic whisper suddenly sounded.

The conscious body immersed in the sea of consciousness had a slight tangle between his eyebrows, and his closed eyes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up, but he quickly returned to calm.

As if aware of the situation of the illusionary consciousness body, in the endless darkness, the demon's whispering began to echo continuously, and became louder and louder.

At the call of the demon's voice, the phantom's closed eyes began to flutter rapidly, and finally slowly opened.

Listening to the words echoing in his ears, the phantom subconsciously looked around and saw an endless darkness, from the depths of his soul The fear of darkness prompted him to instinctively want to escape from this darkness.

Suppressing the throbbing from the depths of his soul, the phantom shouted into the endless darkness, "Who?

As the voice of the phantom's questioning sounded, the words that kept echoing in the darkness came to an abrupt end, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

In the endless darkness, the sudden silence made the phantom feel uneasy.

The concept of time became blurred in the endless darkness, it could be a minute, a second, or an hour, and the uneasiness in the phantom's heart became stronger and stronger.

Feeling the dead darkness around him, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and began to wander back and forth anxiously in the darkness that couldn't tell the difference between up and down, left and right, trying to find an exit.

However, no matter how the illusion searched, it was always darkness in the eyes, looking at the unchanged scenery around him, the illusion began to panic, and the already somewhat illusory consciousness became even more ethereal, and he kept shouting anxiously in the endless darkness.

"Is there anyone? Is anyone there......"

The voice slowly hoarsely changed from the beginning to the loudness, and a sense of helplessness of loneliness and despair emerged in the heart of the phantom.

Suddenly, a sinister laugh came from the darkness in all directions, and the sound was piercing and terrifying.

The darkness around them began to change with the sound of laughter.

A crystal mirror emerges from the darkness, and in a blink of an eye, it transforms into a mirror labyrinth, and the crystal mirror reflects the lonely and helpless shadow of the illusion, and countless mirrors and countless shadows reflect each other to present a strange picture.

The phantom looked at the crystal mirror that suddenly appeared in front of him, and subconsciously stepped back, trying to dodge, but was blocked by the mirror that appeared behind him.

"Bang!"

A crisp crash sounded, echoing through the eerie mirror labyrinth.

The phantom turned around hurriedly, and was greeted by an unusually pale face, unkempt and bloodless hair.

"Ahh

A hoarse scream came from the phantom's dry throat, and its body suddenly jumped up and retreated like a frightened rabbit.

However, the reflection in the mirror did not move strangely, and Yang showed a strange smile on his chapped lips.

Then, the reflection in the mirror suddenly vanished, leaving a dark void.

The phantom demon looked at the suddenly disappearing reflection, at the dark void, like a bottomless abyss trying to devour it, and his heart became more and more terrified.

Trembling, he curled up to a corner of the mirror labyrinth and looked around cautiously with frightened eyes.

At this moment, the reflection in the mirror behind him, the neck began to slowly turn at a slow speed, slowly silently.

The back of the head slowly moved back, and finally the face reflected in the mirror appeared in the mirror, and the neck was in a strange thread-like shape, looking at the trembling phantom in front of him.

The weird smile continued, and in the same hoarse voice as the illusion, he greeted slowly, "You-well-ah-"

The sudden sound of greetings from behind him made the phantom's trembling body suddenly pause.

He didn't dare to look back, and then, in a trembling voice, he asked intermittently, "You-you-you-are-is-who-"

The reflection in the mirror, looking at the phantom's reaction, smiled ghostly, its neck suddenly lengthened, and the mirror surface was flooded with a trace of waves, slowly poking out from the mirror.

Stretching his head to the phantom's ear and blowing softly, a trace of cold breath passed through the phantom's ear, it was so cold and biting.

After a while, the shadow seemed to have had enough, and whispered in the phantom's ear in a strange tone, "I'm you......"

Hearing the phantom's answer, the phantom's pupils shrank, his face was full of disbelief, and he suddenly got up and looked behind him.

However, after answering the illusion's question, the Shadow suddenly retracted its head, and then the mirror flickered a few times, turning into a silent snowflake screen.

The phantom looked at the mirror that had turned into a snowflake, slightly distracted, and then carefully moved his steps, slowly approaching the crystal mirror, slowly, slowly.

Then, tremblingly stretched out his arm and slowly stretched out to the crystal mirror, and the palm finally coincided with the mirror, and a cool touch came from the palm.

At this moment, a pair of white hands suddenly stretched out from the mirror, grabbed the arm stretched out by the phantom, and firmly controlled it and pulled it away into the mirror.

In the face of the sudden change, the illusion's face changed drastically, and he wanted to retract the arm that had been pulled in horror.

But it was all in vain, and I watched in horror as my body was swallowed up by a little pull and disappeared into the mirror.

"No—"

With an unwilling exclamation, the phantom demon was completely devoured and disappeared into the mirror.

"Smack!"

A crisp cracking sound sounded, and the mirror in front of him suddenly cracked, causing a chain reaction as the mirror cracked like a Mino.