Chapter 87

"Du Bufan, where are you?" Looking at the lifeless mirrors on all sides, Zhang Wei felt a little panicked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info[燃^文^书库][]. [774] [buy]. [ ] Please remember that our web address is small.i.e. The figure in the mirror moved with Zhang Wei's actions, although he knew that it was a mirror, but he still felt very uncomfortable looking in the mirror at night.

"Calm down, calm down" Zhang Wei gently stroked his chest, dispelled some of the fear in his heart, calmed himself down, and remembered the stairs he saw before, "Will Du Bufan have already gone up, but he didn't tell me." ”

looked up at the place where he saw the stairs before, but found that the stairs were gone, replaced by a mirror, reflecting a figure like Zhang Wei.

"Why, how could this be." Zhang Wei hurriedly ran to the mirror and looked carefully, because these mirrors were tightly attached and there was no gap in the middle, so there was no way to go around the back to see if the stairs were behind the mirror.

"Damn, what to do, it's broken." Zhang Wei didn't know what to do all of a sudden, surrounded by mirrors, one side connected to the other, surrounded himself in the middle, as if surrounded by enemies, the sense of urgency, the sense of crisis, and the figure reflected in the mirror also gave Zhang Wei a lot of oppression.

Feeling very uncomfortable, he took out the hammer from the iron box and prepared to knock it down in the mirror, and after breaking it to see that there was no way back

As soon as he lifted the falling hammer, Zhang Wei felt that something was wrong.

Although the figures in the mirror were doing the same movements as Zhang Wei, they were all with their eyes closed.

"The figure reflected in this mirror, why is it so strange. I even closed my eyes. A trace of curiosity suddenly rose in his heart, and he actually freed up a hand to touch the mirror eyes.

As soon as his fingers touched the mirror, his closed eyes opened, and Zhang Wei immediately retracted his hand.

But the reaction was still a beat slower, the person in the mirror brandished the falling hammer towards Zhang Wei, although the mirror was not highlighted, but the other mirrors were also waving the falling hammer towards Zhang Wei, and in an instant, Zhang Wei felt that the front chest and back were hit hard, and he made an unconscious nervous reaction in the spot, and fell to the ground.

"Ah, it hurts." Although he was beaten so much, the damage caused by the hammer was limited after all, although it hurt, it was not enough to make Zhang Wei lose the ability to move, he looked up at the mirror around him, and found that the figure in the mirror also fell down, doing the same action.

"There's something weird about these mirrors." Zhang Wei grabbed the hammer tightly, took out the incense, looked at the mirrors around him vigilantly, and as long as there was any movement in the mirror, he would immediately counterattack.

The person in the mirror was the same, following Zhang Wei's movements, watching vigilantly.

Holding the falling hammer, he felt that his arm was a little sore, and Zhang Wei didn't see any movements of the figure in the mirror, "Could it be that I am too sensitive." ”

After staring at the mirror for a long time, he suddenly found that a section of the mirror stretched out a fair, delicate and slender hand, slowly approaching the figure in the mirror.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Wei immediately looked around, except for the hand in the mirror, but he didn't find that hand around him.

The hand slowly approached the neck of the mirror figure, and the fingertips slowly slid across the neck towards the roof of the mouth.

Zhang Wei suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and he felt that the hand touched his neck, and when he turned his head, there was nothing, but the cold feeling was indeed like touching his neck.

Looking at the mirror again, the figure also followed Zhang Wei to do the same movements, but it was a little different from Zhang Wei, and the eyes that turned his head to look at his neck revealed a trace of fear, fear, raised his head to look ahead, and there was a trace of pleading, as if he was saying to Zhang Wei for help, and let this hand go.

The hand slid into the figure's face.

Zhang Wei also felt that a cold stinging pain appeared on his face, which was too real. It was as if the hands were actually touching their own faces.

The hand slowly slid over the figure's face again, and through the gap between the fingertips, the figure's eyes could be seen, this time gray, full of despair and death.

Zhang Wei's heart couldn't help but rise, he felt that the figure was himself, and the encounter of the figure was his own encounter. With that sense of crisis, Zhang Wei, who was persecuted, was almost out of breath.

The hand slowly slid to the neck, and the coldness also moved to the neck on the face.

The hand in the mirror suddenly exerted force, Zhang Wei's neck seemed to be firmly grasped, lifted, and his feet were off the ground, as if he was trapped by a rope and pulled up. xh118