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Just a few words:

"You should thank me for last night's incident."

I hesitated for a moment and replied with two words:

"You are?"

Soon, my QQ rang, it was a friend application, and the verification message was:

"I helped you last night."

I clicked through, and the other party quickly sent a message:

"I had to be careful before, but you still fell in love with someone else's way."

I said "thank you" sincerely, and the other party replied with a smile.

I didn't say anything more, this kind of thing can't frighten me anymore.

Besides, I'm not sure if it's a coincidental prank.

After a while, it sent another message:

"I've been stuck in one place for a long time, can you help me?"

I laughed, and even more thought it was a prank:

"You can help me, but you can't save yourself?"

After a while, I received a very long message:

"Ten years ago, I couldn't stand the control of my parents and committed suicide by jumping off a building, but I still didn't get free.

When I confirmed that I was dead, I found myself locked in a mirror. I've tried countless times for help, but no one can hear me.

Over time, I've even gotten used to being raised. But it wasn't long ago that I suddenly discovered that I could comment on your novels, and that gave me another glimmer of hope.

You'll help me, right? Please! ”

I was a little helpless, I don't know if my readers only have a single group of "ghosts", but I don't know why, I don't want to refuse.

"What do you want me to do?"

"There is a butterfly falling on the mountain in the north of the city, and there is a pavilion on the top of the mountain, you just have to break the mirror on the plaque of the pavilion. Remember, it must be at night, not during the day. ”

"Okay."

I regretted sending this word.,It's a pity that QQ at that time didn't have the function of withdrawing.。

"Evening!"

Damn, looking at these two words, my legs and stomach began to twist, and I wanted to give myself two mouths.

The thought of those nights at the cemetery makes my head tingle.

But there is no way, I have already promised to come down.

(If you see or hear something one day, don't just say yes, because once you say yes, you have to do it!)

Maybe in today's society, commitment is not as good as a fart for the vast majority of people, but ghosts are at least absolutely honest, don't ask me how I know. ）

The next night, I put Shen Mo to sleep, left a note, and went out by myself.

The butterfly mountain it is talking about is not a famous mountain, and the altitude is only 600 meters. The reason why it is very well-known in this city is because there is a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain, and it is said that the Taoist chief in it is very powerful, and many people come from other places to ask him to give him a hexagram.

But I don't believe it, my principles have not changed to this day:

"Believe in ghosts, believe in gods, don't believe in people!"

When I came to the bottom of the butterfly mountain, I looked at the time, and it was exactly eleven o'clock.

Before I reached the top of the mountain, I saw the gazebo, and I always felt a little weird, but I couldn't say where it came from.

The breeze was blowing at the top of the mountain, so I shrunk my neck and quickened my pace to run up.

However, seeing that it was only a little more than 100 meters away, I ran for five minutes and still didn't get there.

I raised my hand and looked at my watch, but the hands didn't move.

Although my heart is a little hairy, it is difficult to ride a tiger.

When I went out, I took out the garbage from the bathroom, because I had heard that filth could keep away ghosts.

I noticed that I didn't take long to pass a round stone, which meant that I was walking the same path over and over again.

As I passed the stone again, I opened the plastic bag in my hand and poured the contents on top of it.

The toilet paper stained with excrement still smells a little fresh. On top of that, I saw something crimson burning on the stone.

I seemed to hear a muffled snort mixed with anger, the corners of my mouth twitched, and I turned and ran towards the gazebo.

I stood there and looked up at the plaque and didn't see the so-called mirror on it.

There are only three big characters in gold on a blue background, "Jufeng Pavilion". At that time, I thought that the inscription was not very human.

But later I learned that the true meaning of these three words, and that it was not "Jufeng Pavilion", but "Jufeng Pavilion".

I went back and forth for a long time, but I didn't find the so-called mirror, and nothing happened.

Sitting on the steps of the gazebo, I lit a cigarette and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Suddenly remembered that I had brought a flashlight, and quickly stood up, intending to take a closer look, but I really didn't go down the mountain to go home.

The moment the light of the flashlight shone on the plaque, I could clearly see the light reflected on the ground, damn, the plaque was glass!

I picked up a rock, picked up my arm and smashed it at it.

"Smack"

The plaque shattered, and a large clump of hair fell out of it.

It was clearly not a person's hair, and it was of different lengths and colors. And there was a white flesh worm less than a centimeter tied to the end of each hair, which was so disgusting that I got goosebumps all over my body when I saw it, so I simply took out a lighter and lit those hairs.

A disgusting smell of burnt paste rushed into my nostrils, mixed with a thick fishy stench, which made me retch, glad I didn't eat anything at night, so I didn't throw up.

Suddenly there was a low roar full of anger from the back mountain, which didn't sound like a human voice at all, and a figure staggered from the back mountain towards the pavilion, although the running posture was a little weird and stiff, but the speed was fast.

I was a little scared, and I turned around and wanted to go down. But as soon as he turned around, it was instantly dark in front of him, and the sky seemed to be completely covered by a huge dark cloud, and he couldn't see his fingers all around.

A fishy smell came from behind, and the stomach suddenly turned upside down. The vomiting sensation that had just been suppressed hit again, and a sticky liquid rushed out of his throat.

"Vomit"

I squatted on the ground and spat out a large mouthful of sour water. As soon as I crouched down, I felt something fly over my head, carrying with it an irresistible stench.

I quickly turned on the flashlight to see what it was. As the flashlight lit up, a face immediately appeared in front of me, so frightened that I almost dropped the flashlight on the ground.

It was a pale, almost bloodless face, so swollen that it was barely visible, and some sticky liquid was constantly oozing from it, and the fishy stench I had just smelled should be the smell of the liquid.

It just looked at me with a mocking smile. I took a sharp step back, feeling a chill in my stomach.

At that time, I was shocked:

"Damn, it's dangerous!"