At this juncture of life and death crisis, only when I think of Lingzheng will I have a sense of security in my heart.

"Click!" With a bang, the wooden door was kicked open with a large hole.

Lingzheng broke through the door, exuding the majesty of an emperor.

I saw the Spirit rushing in, but at the last moment, the big hand that grabbed my hair suddenly exerted force. I just felt like my scalp was going to be lifted off and my body was out of balance.

"Bang dang!"

The bathroom door slammed against the wall.

Lingzheng rushed towards me without hesitation, shouting something with his mouth open, but I couldn't hear any sound, only saw him looking left and right, looking around the corners of the room.

I was still being dragged hard by that strange hand, and I was about to curse: "Lingzheng, I'm here, I'm in the hole in the wall!" ”

Spirit was looking at the wall, but his eyes swept over me, and in his eyes, I still saw himself!

He...... He didn't see me in front of him?

Even if he hadn't seen me, he would have been able to see such a big hole in the wall, right?

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and I couldn't help but shout at him, "Lingzheng, why are you stunned?" ”

Lingzheng still didn't seem to notice me at all.

For a moment, I even wondered if he was deliberately playing tricks on me.

Finally, the "hindsight" spirit noticed the wall, and after sweeping his gaze, he suddenly stared back at it. I could feel him staring at me, but why did I see only his own shadow in his eyes?

I stiffened, and immediately realized the horror of it.

Mirror!

Again, the problem is in the mirror!

Lingzheng didn't see me, nor did he see the big hole in the wall, and the mirror in his eyes was intact!

I unconsciously looked down and found that the broken glass had disappeared! Nothing had happened before, at least in Lingzheng's eyes.

A terrible thought welled up in my mind, I shouldn't have just "disappeared" so bizarrely, right?

I don't know how long later, when someone dug through the wall and found me, maybe I was already a dried corpse.

But who is it that brought me in?

What exactly does he want to do?

Ling Zheng is an absolute authority in our industry, how could he allow such a thing to happen in our family?

Could it be that Lingzheng was originally in league with the guy who captured me? This is one of the reasons why Lingzheng behaves strangely?

Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing hearts?

After struggling with my heart for a while, after calming down, I feel that I should still believe in Lingzheng.

I really hope that what happened in the past two days is just a dream of mine, but unfortunately I can clearly feel that the big hand is still pulling my hair, but the strength has been a little less, it seems that since I was pulled in, the other party has not done anything excessive, and has almost completely fallen silent.

I took a deep breath and turned my head slowly in a nervous mood to see the killer behind me.

The silence in the space was terrifying, and I could clearly hear my own wheezing and my heartbeat.

"The first year of junior high school!"

Before I could turn my head, Lingzheng's voice suddenly came into my ears.

My heart trembled, and I only heard a "bang", and Lingzheng's figure became torn apart.

After shaking my head, I realized that it was not Lingzheng who was broken, but a mirror.

Ling Zheng suddenly struck out and struck the mirror "again" with the golden dragon pestle, and the mirror split apart and turned into pieces. Lingzheng grabbed my arm and pulled me out with all his might. His movements were too fast, and my upper body was pulled out of the wall by him in a hurry, but the guy who attacked me didn't let go easily, still clutching my hair, I was pulled by the two of them, tears of pain flowed out, and under the pain, I desperately turned around to break the hand behind me.

"Don't look back!"

Ling Zheng kept a calm face and smashed it behind me with a golden dragon pestle in his hand.

Why don't you let me turn back? What is he trying to hide? Who the hell is it that attacked me? Is it any wonder that the spirit is knowing?

I gritted my teeth and stubbornly glanced back.

For a moment, I thought I was dazzled, and unconsciously reached out and rubbed my eyes.

"How...... How is it another Lingzheng? ”

I could clearly hear my voice trembling a little, and I felt like my mind was stiffening for a moment.

The person who sneaked up on me turned out to be "Lingzheng"!

It's just that Lingzheng, who sneaked up on me, turned blue and grinned, showing a weird smile at me.

"First year of junior high school, don't be afraid, hold on, it's all an illusion!"

The Spirit was speaking to me.

No, my brain is running out of ideas, and I'm completely at a loss.

Standing outside the mirror, the spirit holding the golden dragon pestle was frowning, and his face was worried.

This should be true, right? He has a golden dragon pestle, and he's saving me!

"Lingzheng, I ......"

Before I could finish my sentence, Lingzheng suddenly raised the golden dragon pestle and smashed it into the back of my head.

the chicken, oh my god this is going to play my rhythm!

It was dark, and I fainted again.

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A gust of wind blew, I couldn't help but shiver, the wind was biting, I was shivering from the cold, and I longed to hold a stove in my arms.

No, let alone holding the stove, even if I were allowed to enter the furnace, I would not hesitate to drill into it.

Gradually, I realized that something wasn't quite right.

Didn't I faint?

Why is the consciousness so clear and still so cold? It's pitch black, what is this place? In the mirror or outside the mirror? What about Lingzheng?