In the face of extreme cruelty and beauty, the three of them covered their cheeks, and tears couldn't stop flowing. Immersed in the emotions of grief, unable to extricate themselves.

At this moment, the ballet girl in the center of the dance studio suddenly disappeared.

None of the three of them saw it, and the countless ballet girls reflected in the two mirrors did not disappear, and the two mirrors opposite each other seemed to have become two long tunnels with no end in sight.

Countless ballet girls slowly crawled out of the mirror, each with a hollow eye socket, and every bone in his body made a snapping sound. With the final tragic state of the ballet girl, and in a terrifying and distorted posture, she slowly crawled out of the mirror like a spider.

"Knock, knock, knock......" heard the sound of bones hitting the wooden floor.

The three girls looked at the two mirrors, their pupils constricted, and the sadness immediately disappeared, and at this moment there was only fear deep in the bone marrow.

Zhao Xiaoduo was the first to react, screamed, and crawled in the direction of the gate with his hands and feet. But before I could get closer, I felt my ankle sink.

Zhao Xiaoduo turned her head stiffly, only to see a pair of arms without palms tightly hugging her ankles.

Before I could scream, I was tightened by those arms! Buckled and pulled suddenly, the back of Zhao Xiaoduo's head slammed into the wooden floor, making a loud noise.

Blood flowed from behind Zhao Xiaoduo's supple short black hair, splashing on the ivory-white wooden floor, and she lay on the cold floor, being ruthlessly dragged forward in severe pain and despair, leaving only a long trail of blood.

The blood turned thick black in the moonlight and the ivory wooden floor.

The black despair was reflected in Sun Ping and Song Ling's pitch-black pupils, drowning out their breathing, and the chill spread through the skin on the floor, piercing the bone marrow.

The two seemed to have become stiff puppets, watching Zhao Xiaoduo being dragged into the endless mirror corridor and disappearing.

Suddenly, Song felt a tightening of her waist, as if something was grabbing the corner of her shirt, and slowly climbed up.

Song Ling trembled with her right hand and grabbed the thing crawling behind her. It feels stiff and rough to the touch, colder than ice.

Take a look at it.

It was a scarred palm, and five fingers were still struggling and writhing.

"Ahh

He screamed and hurriedly threw his palms to the ground.

Unexpectedly, the palm of his hand suddenly bounced up from the ground and pinched Song Ling's neck.

Sun Ping was woken up by screams. Desperately pulled his palm down from Song Ling's neck.

The dense palms that I didn't see crawled out of the mirror like a swarm of spiders, approaching the two of them and drowning them.

After a while, the two were also pulled into the endless mirror corridor.

……

"Ha~" Sun Ping let out a long yawn and rubbed her eyes.

"I feel like I'm having a nightmare. Luckily, it's a dream. ”

In the silence, Sun Ping muttered to herself.

Lazily open your eyes.

In the darkness, two big eyeballs were salivating at her.

Sun Ping's eyes widened, and she could see clearly through the faint light that she didn't know where it came from.

It was a horrible face that had rotted away and showed muscles.

Frightened, Sun Ping sat on the ground and retreated desperately until he hit something like a pillar.

Mechanically twisted his head.

It was the previous ballet girl, who had no head, and who had lost her palms, soles, chest, and abdomen, and stood there quietly, not moving. There was still blood dripping from the hem of the ballet skirt, and the blood was dripping on Sun Ping's arm, sticky and cold.

Sun Ping, who was stimulated by this touch, screamed and looked around in despair.

It was a dark world, full of evil spirits who had died miserably, and they looked at her with covetousness. He seemed to be afraid of something, and he didn't dare to come near her.

Behind the layers of demons there is a small window, which is the mirror of the dance studio.

Outside the mirror, Wu Mengmeng was lying in the corner. In the center of the room, Zhao Xiaoduo, Song Ling, and her Sun Ping all lay quietly in the center of the room.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Sun Ping squatted down and hugged her knees tightly.

In fear, she didn't see that Zhao Xiaoduo and Song Ling were lying quietly behind the ballet girl. And the evil spirits that roam around them covetously surround them. From time to time, he glanced at the ballet girl with frightened and jealous eyes.

……

At this time, Zhuang Xianyu was holding a compass under the teaching building, and Sayin was standing next to him wearing a black and white suit and skirt.

"Chief, is there any news?"

Zhuang Xianyu nodded solemnly.

"Let's go up, it's upstairs."

……

Sayin pushed open the door of the 2112 dance studio and saw four female students lying quietly on the ground.

Zhuang Xianyu walked out from behind Shayin, and pinched a strengthening spell on his index finger and middle finger. Then he wiped his fingers and looked around the room.

I saw a slender black smoke line around the four corners of the room, one end of the line wrapped around the bodies of the three girls, and the other end led to an unknown space.

Zhuang Xianyu frowned and glared at the four female students on the ground.

"Dead bear children, play hell games here, Sayin, you take them out."

"Yes." Sayin respectfully responded.

"By the way, except for her, everyone else is at the door, and they don't have any souls." Zhuang Xianyu pointed at Wu Mengmeng.

Seeing that Shayin went outside with a few girls in her arms, Zhuang Xianyu nodded.

Holding a characteristic black and white incense stick in his left hand, he raised his right hand lightly and drew half a Tai Chi pattern in the air.

"Ghost eyes are really magical! By the eyes of the other, open! ”

I saw countless ghost eyes of different shapes flashing in the air like a movie.

Zhuang Xianyu's eyes turned into a black swimming fish with one side of Taiji, and kept rotating and swimming with the change of the ghost eyes.

"Point!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the half-sided Tai Chi pattern in Zhuang Xianyu's pupils stopped, and the ghost eyes in the air were also fixed on a pair of blue vertical pupils.

A little ghost with cat ears and blue eyes and vertical pupils stepped on the smoke drifting away from Zhuang Xianyu's hand.

"Your Excellency."

The little ghost knelt on the smoke, looked at the incense in Zhuang Xianyu's hand covetously, and looked at Zhuang Xianyu in fear.

Seeing Zhuang Xianyu nodded, the little ghost approached Zhuang Xianyu and pointed his slender fingertips at the center of Zhuang Xianyu's eyebrows.

After 12 o'clock, everything in the dance studio, everything that happened in every corner, was shown in front of Zhuang Xianyu like a movie.

Seeing that Zhuang Xianyu opened his eyes, the little ghost smiled flatteringly.

Hand the incense in his hand to the imp, the imp cheered, carefully took half of the incense, jumped and disappeared into the window.

"Bai Yu, Bai Rou, is that you?" Zhuang Xianyu walked to the mirror, took out two photos, looked at the mirror, put his palm on the mirror and said softly.

Without seeing it in the mirror, the ballet girl hung down her skull, and a pair of eyes slowly appeared.

And Zhao Xiaoduo, Sun Ping and Song Ling, who had already woken up, were slapping the other end of the mirror fiercely in front of Zhuang Xianyu.

Behind them, countless hideous-looking demons were slowly approaching.