After solving Jirofang, Lu Mang asked him not to cut off the support silent, and he rushed to the battlefield of Shira and Ghost Boy Pill by himself.

Originally, the arrogant Zai Bu Chop would not obey Lu Mang's orders like this, but all kinds of recent events made Zai Bu Chop realize that the current Lu Mang was not the little ghost who could be bullied by him at will.

Now Lu Mang has grown a lot, and he can completely stand alone.

If it was a little longer, he would even think that Lu Mang might surpass him, and many things could be easily solved.

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The night is as cold as water, and in the dark, cramped, and secluded bathroom, the toilet, sink, and washing machine are huddled together, as if shivering.

As usual, the lights could not be turned on, and the pale moonlight shone in through the large window, casting an indescribable eerie and terrifying effect on everything.

Lu Mang licked his dry lips and took a deep breath to recover a little from the trembling.

But it soon became clear to him that it was all in vain.

In addition to the smell of disinfectant water in the air, the creepy cold smell gradually spread like a tide, as if it wanted to drown everything here.

"Calm down."

Lu Mang told himself in a trembling voice that he couldn't escape, and he couldn't scream.

Raise your left hand, bend your cold, damp index finger and put it in your mouth, and bite hard into the second joint with your teeth.

A faint bloody breath instantly filled his mouth, and the intense pain spread through his entire body like electricity.

It hurts, but it's a little better, at least it's not as scared as it was just now.

Slowly stretched out the five fingers of his right hand that were about to spasm, handed the lighter he was holding tightly in his hand to his left hand, vigorously rubbed off the cold and sticky cold sweat in his palm on the cotton pajamas, took the lighter again, and tried to light it.

Cha!

The sound of gears rubbing against flint sounded, and two clusters of flames the size of bean seedlings were swaying in Lu Mang's hands, not far from him.

Two, two clusters!

Realizing this, Lu Mang's body instantly stiffened, and the originally dilated pupils shrank into a small point in an instant.

Damn, how could it be two clusters of flames?!

Fear, like a big hand gripping Lu Mang's heart, made him unable to move, unable to breathe, and even the blood seemed to stop flowing.

Lu Mang had no way to turn his body, but from the corner of his eye, he could clearly see that in the bath cabinet mirror above the sink, there was also a faint flame swaying, and there was also a figure standing in a daze.

It's just that the flames in the mirror have a strange green light, and his face in the mirror is as white as a ghost.

Didn't you cover it up, who lifted it, did you want me to die here?

I don't know how long it has been, the faint night breeze came from the window, and the flames shook twice, with a little unwillingness, and slowly extinguished.

Until this moment, the big hand that was holding Lu Mang's heart loosened a little, and the blood in his whole body "boomed" towards his face.

His mind was dizzy, his eyes were dark, but his sense of hearing became acute.

The sound of gasping as thick as bellows, the beating of a drum, and the rattling of blood flowing through the veins all seemed to surpass the roar of the waterfall......

Among all the complicated sounds, a low, hoarse, melodious voice like a barrel blowing on a high mountain sounded from a very distance, and instantly reached Lu Mang's ears.

Shen ...... Marsh...... Sink...... Ze ......"

Here it is, here it is again!

The extreme fear made Lu Mang's face have signs of paralysis, and in his senses, it was as if it was not delicate skin, but rough bark.

Lu Mang ...... Lu Mang......"

The calls grew louder, more urgent, clearer, and more eerie.

There was not only the majesty and strength of the Nine Heavens Thunder in this voice, but also the gentle charm of the lover's whispering in his ear, which made Lu Mang neither able nor willing to resist.

That's it calling him, it's the mirror, or the world behind the mirror, calling him.

Raising his left hand jerkily, he walked with difficulty, and with an inexplicably satisfied weird smile on his face, Lu Mang approached the mirror little by little.

Closer, closer.

The fingers lightly touched the mirror, not as cold as expected, and not as hard as expected, but like hot chocolate, sticky, warm, and with a strange and inexplicable sucking force, devouring his fingers little by little.

On the flat mirror, where Lu Mang's fingertips disappeared, ripples with a metallic luster slowly swayed, and in a very short period of time, they turned into monstrous waves, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into huge whirlpools that seemed to have a roaring sound......

……

I don't know how long time has passed, Lu Mang gasped and pulled his left hand out of the mirror.

The whirlpool that covered the sky disappeared in an instant like a bubble, and the surroundings changed back to the familiar bathroom, and the bath cabinet mirror also returned to its cool appearance in the miserable white moonlight.

Looking down at the sore spot, it turned out that the index finger of his right hand unconsciously touched the windshield of the lighter, which had just been burned by the flames, and it was extremely hot, and the touch would naturally make him feel pain.

Instinctively, he brought his right index finger to his mouth and blew, and the corner of his lips touched the sore spot again, but his heart was full of joy.

Luckily, it's a lighter, and if it's a flashlight, I'm afraid I'll be ...... by this damn mirror

Wait, what's that?

In Lu Mang's cranky thoughts, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something behind him in the mirror, that is...... One...... A cloak of ...... A woman in white?

Almost without any interruption, the moment the woman in white appeared in his pupils, he saw the woman's black hair curl and twist like a long snake, and then with a terrible whistling sound, it quickly wound around his body.

The great fear once again tightly bound Lu Mang, he didn't care about the scruples of the mirror, he turned around suddenly, lit the lighter in his hand, and wanted to fight against those snake-like black hair.

But to his surprise, there was no black hair or long snakes in the firelight, and there were no women in white, only smooth tiled walls, on which there were family portraits carved by his own hands with steel nails.

It's basic, but welcoming.

There is a father, a mother, a sister, and a circle and five matchsticks that represent themselves.

It seems like it was engraved ten years ago, right?

The corners of Lu Mang's mouth slightly pulled a faint arc.

At that time, my parents were not divorced, my sister was still very beautiful at that time, I was still healthy at that time, and I was ...... at that time

Wait, what's that?

The family portrait depicted by steel nails is of four villains with big smiling faces, holding hands in a circle, representing reunion and mutual love.