"The thirteenth face symbolizes death."

The voice lingered in my ears for a long time, and I knew very well that it came from the memory of the first return. But it was like a plot that came in suddenly, with no beginning and no ending, and I could only perceive its potential danger, but I could not examine any information related to the "thirteenth face".

"Can you still see Lin Shufan alive?" Looking at the thirteenth face in the merging mirror, I was stunned for a long time.

Suddenly, I vaguely felt that there were shadows around me, high and low, near and far, looming on the merged mirror.

I snapped out of my fear and realized a faint light behind me.

Although I had been mentally prepared, I couldn't help but gasp when I looked back and saw the blue candle flickering in the mirror behind me.

This is the altar of mourning, which is dedicated to the dead.

I saw that in the mirror image, a black wooden table with four corners, in the center of the table, there are two white wax lamps, and the blue flames are rising from the top, swaying, flickering and dimming, and in front of the white wax, there is a chicken blood glutinous rice for sacrifice.

There was a strong aura of death, and without thinking about it, I also understood that this spiritual platform was prepared for me.

It's just that compared to the traditional memorial ceremony, it seems that there is something missing.

"The funeral table, the white wax, the food for the memorial service...", I counted carefully, and before I knew it, I was deeply immersed in the blue candle flame.

I don't know if the wax torch in the mirror burns faster than ordinary candles, or if I have indeed been trapped in the mirror for too long and too long, only to see that one-third of the candle tears have melted and piled up on the altar.

In an instant, a chill arose all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

This extreme chill is the most infiltrated in the back, and it seems to be intensifying.

After a while, a cold and piercing pain spread all over the body against the back of the back.

I struggled to glance back at the blue flame behind me, and vaguely felt a huge black shadow clinging to me, but it was too close to discern what the chilling black shadow was.

It wasn't until I jumped out of the shadow of the huge black shadow that I adjusted the focus of my eyes, and then I looked at it again, and a coffin standing upright in front of me.

And the previously merged mirrors are long gone.

For a moment, my consciousness seemed to collide with the memory I had just returned to, and the images that were not in my original memory suddenly popped out, and a voice faintly said to me:

"The coffin is devoured, and it is not complete; Fragmented, the six gods scattered. ”

I was stunned for a moment, as if I didn't understand, but there was no doubt that this potential information regained from the "three years of memory" was indeed hinting at me that danger was coming, so I didn't think much about it, turned my back on the direction of the coffin, and was about to escape from the mirror when the image in the mirror in front of me was black.

I saw that between the two white ashes, there was an extra spirit card, which was engraved with the word "澋", under the reflection of the enchanting blue fire, it was cold.

Only then did I realize that compared to the traditional memorial ceremony, there was one less spiritual tablet that indicated the object of the memorial.

"The thirteenth face with my eyes closed, the coffin, and the spirit tablet engraved with my name engraved on it!"

"Corresponding to the hint of death, the arrival of death, and the proof of death!"

It turned out that after the appearance of the thirteenth face with closed eyes in the merging mirror, this space had quietly organized a "death feast" for me.

If I hadn't been able to wake up from the blue candle flame, I might have been swallowed up in the coffin behind me.

I didn't allow me to breathe any longer, but the biting chill hit me from behind me again, and I didn't dare to linger and look back, and I plunged into the huge mirror array.

Flee for your life, but panic.

This huge array of mirrors is like a thinking being, and whenever my figure appears in front of a mirror, the mirror that reflects my appearance will play an image of my death.

The candle flame, the altar, and even, the more you run to the depths of the mirror, the phantom of the coffin becomes clearer and clearer in the mirror.

It didn't take long for me to collapse to the ground.

In just a moment, cold candlelight shone from the left and right, and the blue and gray reflected each other, quickly enveloping me.

I gasped for breath with difficulty, and the panic I had just made in the mirror was almost exhausted. Right now, no matter how dangerous the situation is, I can't move.

After a while, a familiar chill swept through the body again.

I looked up and around me, and the sight made me even more desperate. This time, as I thought, "The mirror array here seems to have a mind of its own..."

Not only that, but they also seem to have a set of evolutionary mechanisms that correspond to changes in the outside world.

Because, at this moment, the coffin in the mirror did not only appear behind me, but radiated around me, like a mechanism that evolved in anticipation of my escape, and the mirror had formed a ring of mirrors to surround me.

I couldn't count them, and I couldn't add them to myself, except that there were nearly ten mirrors around me, standing tall, and the images in the mirrors were like old-fashioned black-and-white films, showing me the memorial ceremony frame by frame.

I struggled to death, muttering weakly, "The Shelter of the Moon..."

As expected, there is only the power to gather the spirit at the fingertips, but it cannot be used at all.

Almost instantaneously, dozens of candles in the ring mirror array burned out at the same time.

"Bang!" The sound of wooden planks crashing was heard from all directions.

I mentioned in my heart, and through the gray light in the visible view, I caught a glimpse of the coffin erected at the same time, and the coffin lid slid to the ground, leaving a coffin with a "big mouth and a small bottom", like a monster with a big mouth, moving towards me without hurrying or slow.

The friction sound from the feet dragging the lobby floor became more and more harsh, and the space around me had shrunk to a radius of just about one meter.

I roared in despair: "Lin Shufan! Where are you? ”

After that, he lay on his back on the ground with his heart like ashes.

Looking up at the top of the lobby, I closed my eyes in despair until my vision shrank into a narrow circle.

In the darkness, the first thing to lose consciousness was from the soles of my feet to my calves, and from the top of my head to my neck, subconsciously, I knew that my body had been integrated into the mirrors on all sides, and then, a sense of empty floating in my blood, dismembered, and after a while, even my potential consciousness became more and more blurred...

It was as if the originally complete body and consciousness body had been split into more than a dozen pieces, and they were isolated from each other in different spaces...

"Could it be... Is all my previous memories broken down like this? ”

I suddenly felt unwilling, but there was nothing I could do but be powerless.

There was a terrible silence all around... I can't tell what the remaining trace of consciousness is going on.

I feel like I'm in a dark floating body, fluttering, as if there is no concept of time and space here, and even the products attached to time and space have disappeared, not to mention the feelings that belong to human beings... Those panics, confusions, love for Chen Yue, and feelings for Lin Shufan all dissipated without a trace in this dimension.

"Who are you?" At this moment, there is only an unexplained empty consciousness asking itself.

"Who are you?"

At the last moment when this faint self-question was about to disappear, suddenly, a light burst in.

Everything is like a "movie replay", like going back in time, and there are constantly fragmented stars lit up from the depths of darkness, and like a meteor shower, all condensed towards me.

"Who am I?" Gradually, everything became clear, and self-consciousness awoke with it.

"Who am I?"

"Gao Zhi!"

In the deepest part of consciousness, it was as if a long-accumulated force suddenly erupted, and the chaotic power extended to the invisible darkness -

Finally, my heart was shocked, and I only heard myself shouting "Gao Li", and I opened my eyes suddenly...

At this time, in the line of sight of Yu Wang, there is a "merging mirror" floating by.

In a daze, I seemed to see that familiar light again... Like fire, with hope.