This sudden change startled me, but it also answered my previous doubts.

And the guide was not frightened, he directly clasped the ghost's hands, and rushed up, with a mouth, as if he wanted to bite the ghost's neck.

I was a little stunned.

In my field of vision, the ghost's pale skin enlarged in front of my eyes, and I felt the strange touch when the guide bit down.

This is not human skin and muscle, let alone edible meat, the taste I taste is the taste of yin, there is no flesh and blood.

When the guide looked up, there was an extra notch in the ghost's neck, and there were tooth marks on the edge of the notch. But in the wound, I only saw broken muscles, the color of the muscles was the same as his skin, which was abnormal gray, and there was no blood.

The ghost wailed and began to struggle.

The belt around his neck squeaked and tugged at the dead tree.

I thought that these dead trees were dead things, but I didn't expect the branches of this tree to suddenly sway and stab out to the guide.

The guide shrewdly retreated, but did not retreat far.

There was a click, and the branch that the belt was helping to break and the ghost fell to the ground. His tongue was still sticking out, and he swayed and rushed towards the guide.

The guide was even more disdainful, waiting for the other party to rush in front of him and grab him.

I didn't want to see the next scene, let alone experience it, but I had to go through the process of the guide eating the ghost completely. Although there is no texture of flesh and blood, and all that the guide swallows into his stomach is yin qi, I still feel sick to my stomach.

The dead tree also stopped moving, and the branches that had been pierced out of it retracted.

The guide looked at the dead tree, paused as he was about to leave, and walked towards the dead tree.

There is a hole in the trunk of a dead tree.

I was a beat slower than the guide before I noticed the flash in the hollow of the tree.

The hollow and the lines on the trunk formed a strange face, which looked eerie. But the guide was not afraid, and went directly to the hole in the tree to look inside.

Inside the hollow of the tree was a broken mirror.

I felt that something was not right, but the guide did not suspect it, and after removing his head, he reached out to take out the mirror inside.

His hand touched the mirror when it was grabbed by a skinny hand.

The guide suddenly became nervous and wanted to pull his hand out, but he didn't expect that the little hand was infinitely powerful.

The trunk is hollow and itself dry and fragile. A small figure pounced from the trunk.

I don't know how he got into the trunk, and I didn't know how he had so much power.

He held a fragment of the mirror in his hand, and the fragment was pierced directly into the eye of the guide.

The guide screamed, and I felt the pain excruciatingly.

However, the hand was still straining, as if it was about to shove the mirror into the brain of the guide.

There was warm blood running down it.

The guide is obviously different from the hanged ghost before him, he is flesh and blood.

The villain rode on the guide's chest, like a mountain, pressing on the guide.

The other eye of the guide was also pierced into the fragment of the mirror.

In an instant, the sight that the guide saw became distorted and shattered. My vision became like a reflection of a shattered mirror.

Among those fragments, there is the appearance of a villain.

It was only then that I saw that he was not a child, but a deformed little old man, with an old appearance, sparse hair, no eyebrows and beard, those eyes were red and bloodshot, and the color of his pupils was a strange yellow, and the position of his pupils was also crooked, as if it was some kind of lesion. He was dressed differently from that of a guide, and was dressed in sackcloth, and he was not clothed.

I also saw his blackened nails and calluses on his palms and fingertips.

This thing doesn't look like a person, but like an ugly species that resembles a human.

His shriveled mouth was open, revealing broken teeth, and his expression looked like he was smiling.

The small, but powerful hands pressed down.

"Ahhhh

Two mirror fragments have been completely inserted into the guide's brain.

However, the guide is not a human, but a ghost. He waved his hands vigorously and actually opened the powerful ghost.

The guide held his eyes in vain, and blood fell in his palms. He turned his head to look, and in the shattered vision, the ghost actually wanted to escape. And the ghost was not looking at the guide, he was looking at the other side in panic.

The guide didn't look back to see what was next to him, gritted his teeth, got up and ran.

I endured the pain and heard shouting behind me, followed by a few whoosh and what appeared to be gunshots.

"Chirp!"

The strange cry was accompanied by a mournful cry, and it was silent.

The guide suffered a pain in the back of his back, his body stumbled, and he almost fell, but he supported his body.

The shouts behind him did not approach, but the guide did not dare to relax.

It wasn't until he saw the flat and endless Huangquan Road that day that the guide suddenly stopped, and his body fell directly to the ground due to inertia.

His eyes were no longer bleeding, but the pain was still there.

There seemed to be a dawn in the dark sky, and it was like a light, shining into the eyes of the guide.

The fragments of the mirror reflect the light.

I just felt glaring, and I couldn't help but squint.

With this movement, I found that the dream suddenly returned to the time period of Crying Grave Mountain.

As soon as my hand loosened, the body of the guide fell to the ground, but it did not make a sound, but fell directly away strangely, and the whole thing was gone.

I subconsciously thought that the guide had escaped, but when I was panicking, I heard a crisp sound.

The fragments of the two mirrors fell to the ground, washed away by the rain, and sank directly into the dirt.

I panicked even more, and crouched down to dig out the two fragments, but I heard the "click" of wood chips.

I've heard that voice before, in that room in the archives, and even earlier......

It's the sound of wind chimes!

As soon as the thought came to me, I felt my body sinking.

I found myself lying on my stomach in a room in the archives.

"Lynch! Lynch, are you alright? ”

Lu Qiaolan squatted in front of me, and behind her, several teddy bears were gathered there, and there seemed to be a curious light in the glass eyes.

I raised my head and saw Lu Qiaolan and Zhuang Huai, but there was no uncle and father, let alone Wang Qian.

"What's going on?" I asked hurriedly, scanning the room again.

The entire large mirror was bloodstained, and it was delicately broken and dim, not at all like some magical supernatural object.

"After you left, the uncle came to us to chat, and talked about the Crying Grave Ridge and what happened in the past two days. I wanted to test it, but suddenly there was a rush in from outside the door...... Teddy bears ......" Zhuang Huai said in a strange tone, and glanced at the teddy bears beside Lu Qiaolan.

The teddy bears seemed shy, hugging Lu Qiaolan's legs and pulling at her clothes.

"When they rushed in, it was as if they were biting something, and they got blood all over the ground. The second son disappeared again. The other two were frightened. When we come up to you, you'll lie on the ground. Zhuang Huai quickly clarified the situation.

My heart tightened and I looked at the broken mirror.

If the guide dies like that, what about Chen Xiaoqiu and them? ·