"You are ......" He Zheng had a feeling of the rest of his life, gasping for breath, and it took a long time to wake up, "Are you Yan Junze?" Good thing you came, otherwise...... Consequences ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he found that the man was still holding his hands, and he did not speak, nor did he make any other movements, just staring directly into his eyes, expressionless.

After calming down, He Zheng had doubts in his heart.

Anyway, if Yan Junze had arrived, he shouldn't have reacted like this after saving himself.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his head to look at the mirror of the dresser again, and after looking clearly in the mirror, he suddenly gasped.

I saw that I was still sitting upright in the mirror, looking at myself with a smile on my face, and I couldn't see anyone else at all, and I couldn't see that he had turned around, and his hands were actually being grabbed.

He Zheng in the mirror sat there quietly, still holding makeup utensils in his hands, as if he was still making up.

Feeling the power of the person grabbing his wrist, He Zheng dared to be sure that someone was grabbing him, and his heart suddenly shuddered, he no longer stared at the mirror, but slowly turned his head and looked at the person in front of him again.

What caught my eye was a woman wearing a black cloth skirt, the woman had long shawl hair, and the long hair covered her face, which was the woman in the mirror that He Zheng saw in the mirror just now.

And at this moment, the woman in this mirror grabbed his hands and did not move.

He Zheng swallowed his saliva and looked down slightly, the mobile phone with the flashlight light was placed on the dresser at the moment, the screen covered the desktop, and the illuminated side was upward, so the ground was pitch black, and the high-energy collapse buckle that fell could not be found at all.

"No...... No...... Yan Junze......"

He Zheng became stammering, he thought he was saved a second before, but he realized later that this was another nightmare.

Either way, now it seems that the woman has stepped out of the mirror.

He Zheng wanted to retract the hands that were grabbed by this woman, but the other party's strength was surprisingly strong, and he didn't move at all.

Not only did she not take it back, but she seemed to feel He Zheng's struggle, the woman bent down, leaned her head close to He Zheng, grabbed his hands and slowly lifted them, and used He Zheng's hand to brush away the hair that covered her cheeks.

When he touched this woman's hair, He Zheng couldn't help but feel a long-lost chill rise in his heart, but he still couldn't break free.

Seeing his hands slowly lift the woman's hair that covered her cheeks at a very slow speed, the tension in her heart reached the extreme.

Before he could see the other party's face clearly, He Zheng suddenly closed his eyes, and at this moment he could only close his eyes, and there was no other resistance at all.

In his mind, since he sat on this leather stool, he had fallen into a certain passivity, and was intervened by the woman in the mirror.

Shortly after he closed his eyes, he could feel the woman's face slowly approaching him. Although it couldn't be seen, a cold chill was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, and the other party seemed to have a breath, and the breath exhaled was piercing cold.

"Damn, how can it be so scary?"

At this time, He Zheng felt a fear that he had never encountered before, and this kind of fear had never been encountered in his life as a soul slayer.

In the past, relying on the hidden deduction of the spirit, he could basically eat all over the world with one move, but today he encountered unprecedented hard stubble.

And now, once the fear in his heart sprouts, he immediately spreads uncontrollably, goosebumps pop up suddenly, He Zheng feels a chill down his back, the back of his head is numb, and the whole person is almost paralyzed.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and after seeing the face that had come over in front of him, He Zheng rolled his eyes and fell down with a thud.

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In front of the dresser, Yan Junze grabbed He Zheng's hands and looked at him who suddenly fell into a coma with a confused expression.

It wasn't long before he arrived at the Bedroom Mate furniture store, but he found that the roller shutter had been opened, so he was sure that the soul slayer who was going to work with him had already entered.

Originally, Yan Junze was not ready to take on this task again, first because this spirit killer obviously did not play cards according to the routine, leaving himself to act first, and then if he cooperated with this kind of guy, he might expose his secret.

Since he is so good, let him solve the person in the mirror alone, pat his ass and leave.

Yan Junze, who was about to leave, heard a noise in the darkness inside the furniture store, he stood at the door and shouted.

No one answered.

At this time, the map in his mind did not pop up the task prompt information, Yan Junze did not plan to turn on the perception of supernatural events, they were all here, just approach the location of supernatural events directly, and there was no need to waste energy.

So he walked in with his feet up.

In order to facilitate walking, Yan Junze also turned on the flashlight of the mobile phone, there are many mirrors in it, and it is easy to have illusions when walking fast, and he feels that there is also a person holding a mobile phone flashlight on the other side to himself.

About two minutes later, he stood next to a closet, turned off his phone flashlight, and just watched in the dark, quietly watching what was happening in front of a dresser in front of him.

I saw a young man with the words "Soul Eliminator" clearly written on his forehead, sitting alone in front of this dresser, with a strange smile, talking to the mirror while holding the makeup tools on the table and drawing on his face.

At first, Yan Junze thought that there was really a ghost in the mirror, but when he looked closely, he found that there was no person in the mirror.

The person in the mirror is still He Zheng, who is sitting in front of the dresser and putting on makeup.

"This guy...... How do you feel like you're being ghosted? Looking at He Zheng's mechanical movements, Yan Junze muttered to himself.

Then he saw He Zheng use eyebrow pencils and other things to paint his face so that his mother didn't recognize it, and while smearing, he was telling himself a story, pronouncing clearly and skillfully moving.

Yan Junze watched and listened at the same time, not to mention, in this quiet and dark environment, there was a special flavor.

Soon after the second story about "Uncle Sun" was finished, he saw He Zheng put down the cosmetics in his hand, raised his hands, and then slowly stuck his neck, and began to pinch it hard, feeling that the neck was not his own, but like a phone bill.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, He Zheng's green tendons on his neck burst out, his eyes bulged out, and his face turned red.

Yan Junze knew that he had to make a move, otherwise this guy would have to play himself to death here.

Then, there was the scene just now.

But until now, Yan Junze didn't understand why He Zheng fainted, he looked at himself, as if he saw another terrifying scene, and the reason for this was unknown.

Since he was frightened, Yan Junze helped him to the ground and lay down well, so as not to get in the way of himself.

Then he put his own mobile phone on the dresser, and the flashlights of the two mobile phones were lit, and the light around them was a little stronger than just now.

Then Yan Junze looked at the mirror on the dresser.

Through this dressing mirror, he could see his back reflected by another dressing mirror behind him.

Thinking of He Zheng's strange behavior just now, he looked down at the dresser, as well as the exquisite leather stool specially equipped for the dresser at his feet.

Yan Junze has no intention of sitting down for the time being.

Because He Zheng's series of strange behaviors just now happened while sitting here, he didn't want to touch everything in this place for the time being.

Looking at the vanity mirror in front of him again, this time, he noticed that through the mirror, a looming figure appeared inside.

Or to be precise, next to the big closet behind me.

Because only the outline of the figure could be seen, it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman, and the man just stood there, motionless.

Yan Junze turned his head to look and found that everything was normal next to the big wardrobe, and there was no figure.

He was surprised in his heart, and looked back at the vanity mirror again, wanting to confirm whether he had seen it wrong just now, but when he turned his head, he was stunned, only to see that the figure in the mirror who was still standing by the wardrobe just now actually walked out at this moment, his shoulders were high, and he was about to be level with his chin, and slowly came to the mirror step by step.

It was a woman with long hair and a shawl that covered her cheeks.

Originally, Yan Junze could see himself through the mirror, but after the woman approached from the mirror, his figure in the mirror was completely replaced by the woman, or rather, blocked by the woman in the mirror.

Yan Junze looked down at his feet, and then frowned, he found that He Zheng's figure, which was still on the ground just now, was gone at this moment, and disappeared.

Then he looked in the mirror, and the woman was already seated, as if she were also sitting on the leather stool in the mirror.

Soon after she sat down, just behind the woman in the mirror, a man's figure stood up from behind her, with his back to the outside, it was He Zheng's back.

I saw that after He Zheng stood up, as if he had lost his soul, he silently walked in the direction of the wardrobe.

Yan Junze was surprised, and looked back behind him again, but there was still nothing.

It seems that He Zheng was pulled into the mirror by some strange force.

At this time, He Zheng had already walked to the front of the big wardrobe, stretched out his hand, like a puppet manipulated by someone, slowly opened the door of the wardrobe, and then walked in silently.

The moment he opened the wardrobe door and walked in, Yan Junze clearly saw that there were still two men standing in the wardrobe, their eyes glazed and motionless.

Bang, the closet door closes.

"Do you like to listen to stories?" The woman didn't pay any attention to the scene behind her, and suddenly spoke, and at the same time, the entire mirror plane trembled slightly.

Yan Junze was stunned for a moment and didn't answer, but in his mind, he thought of the scene just now when He Zheng told himself a story.

It's a little interesting, looking at it like this, I am now re-experiencing what happened to He Zheng just now.

At the same time as the thought came to me, the task information released by the atlas suddenly popped up in my mind.

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