I felt a little strange in my heart: "I remember that there was a table at my feet, and an oil lamp was placed on it. Why can't I touch the oil lamp now, and I can't even find the table? ”

I stretched out my hand and wanted to push Xue Qian next to me. But with such a push, I pushed it empty. There was no one next to it at all. Not only was there no one, but the green brick clay kang was also gone.

My head buzzed, "Something is wrong." I was lying on the clay kang, why is it now a single bed? I just slept to death. I should be able to find out if someone secretly changed my bed. ”

I shouted in a little panic: "Xue Qian? Mr. Lui? Lao Wang? Old man Wang? ”

I call a name and pause. I felt like I was crying out for souls. But no voice answered me. I heard my own voice shuddering, and it didn't sound like my own voice because of nervousness.

I breathed a long sigh of relief and comforted myself, "Don't panic. Don't panic. I'm also a veteran of countless demons and monsters. It's not so easy to hurt me, I have to calm down and think about countermeasures, and I can't mess with myself. ”

Thinking of this, I began to sit on the bed and think about whoever had caught me. Since he didn't kill me on the spot. Then the two of us will have room to maneuver. I can save myself, or I can wait for Mr. Lu and a few people to save me, and the chances of survival are still very good.

The first thing I need to do is add some leverage to myself.

Thinking of this, I started looking for my broadsword. Before going to bed, I held the big knife in my arms, but when I woke up, the big knife didn't know where to go.

I fumbled in bed in a bit of a hurry. Of course, there is no broadsword, and the backpack is gone. I was a little angry in my heart: the person who wanted to harm me was really thoughtful, and knew that this big knife was a big help for me, so I took it.

It's a good thing he didn't pick my clothes, otherwise I would have been able to escape naked. I'm embarrassed to run around.

I touched it for a while, and suddenly I realized the source of the smell of corpses. I'm afraid this smell didn't come from Old Man Wang, but it looked like ...... It seems to have come from myself.

I was worried in my heart: Could it be that I have been with Mr. Wang for a long time and have been polluted by him? As far as the intestines are young.

I groped my way out of bed, feeling a little awkward, and I kept stumbling to walk. I held on to the bed and spun around, and then slowly eased up.

I want to find the door, and if I get out of this room, there will be hope of survival.

I didn't touch the door, but I did touch a table. The table was against the wall, and there was a cylindrical thing on it, which appeared to be a half-cut candle. I rejoiced in my heart: it would be much easier if there was light.

Where there are candles, there are things that start fires. I fumbled for a while and found a box of matches. I breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't seem to be too remote here, at least there are matches." ”

I struck a match. The little flame was glaring. I've been in the dark for so long that I can't stand the light.

I lit the candle and squinted for a moment to get used to it.

I found it to be a simple house. And what I was lying on just now was not a single bed, it was simply a coffin with a lid on.

Although I had been mentally prepared, sleeping on a coffin all night still made me feel a little sick in my heart.

I picked up the candle on the table, and was about to go out when I suddenly looked down and saw my hand.

Not just my hands, but my arms. Dry, purple and black. This color does not look like a living person.

I remembered the smell of corpses I had smelled earlier. I chuckled in my heart. Am I dead?

I walked to the coffin with a candle.

I saw that the long nails that had been nailed to the coffin had been knocked out, and that the coffin was hidden. I pushed hard, pushing the lid open a gap. I leaned over and looked inside.

It was dark inside, but I could still see that it was empty.

I was worried: "Is this coffin for me?" But, good one, why did I die? When did I die? ”

Suddenly, I remembered that something about Old Man Wang had come.

Mr. Lu quietly pasted a Taoist talisman for Mr. Wang. Although the old man Wang is still alive, he himself doesn't know. What about me? When I sympathized with Mr. Wang, did I check myself? Did Mr. Lu also hide it from me and make me a living dead?

The thought was so terrible that I shuddered.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but reach out and touch the back of my neck.

Sure enough, I felt a long strip of something attached to my neck, and judging from the shape, it should be a Taoist symbol.

My head buzzed, and as soon as my body staggered, I hit the coffin.

I'm dead, and when I look at the coffin, I don't feel scared. A broken can and broken feeling came to my mind: Isn't this just one of my beds?

I looked at the coffin and my mind began to wonder, "When did I die?" How did I die? ”

I looked at the black beams and the cobwebbed rafters.

I was still alive when blood was dripping from the white stone, there is no doubt about it. Then my death must have come after this.

From Baishi to the village, I talked and laughed with Xue Qian and a few people along the way, and there was nothing wrong with them. Then I must have had an accident after entering the village.

Suddenly, I reacted violently. The imp once said that he knocked on a door and was made into an apple and hung on a tree. And when I went to the old lady's house, I was still glad that I was killed without even a single face.

Could it be that the old lady killed me in a very strange way, and Mr. Lu turned me into a living dead in a very fast way? The two of them are too clever and too fast, so I, the client, don't even feel it?

The more I think about it, the more likely it becomes. The more certain I am about my death, the more depressed I become.

I looked at the coffin next to me and thought, "Since Mr. Lu turned me into a living dead, he wanted me to live for a day or two longer, so why did he put me on top of the coffin?" ”

I picked up the candle and thought to myself, "Forget it, forget it, I'd better find them quickly and ask the truth." ”

I was about to walk to the door with my candle in hand. Suddenly, there was a flash of firelight, and I suddenly saw an old lady passing by.

I shuddered and almost threw the candle in my hand.

I took a sharp leap and looked around: there was no one, and the humble house was in sight. There was no place to hide anyone other than the coffin.

Leaning against the dirty wall, I cried out, "Who is it?" If you have the ability, come out, don't be sneaky. ”

But it was quiet in the room, and no one answered me at all.

I don't know which of my tendons is wrong. Maybe he knew that he was dead, and he was confused for a while, so he was confused and bold.

With the candle in hand, I walked back the way I came, trying to find out where the old lady was.

When I got to the middle of the house, I saw the old woman again.

My legs went limp with fright, but I forced myself to compose. Standing in the middle of the room, not moving, just staring at her like that.

The old woman, dirty, dressed in tattered clothes, with a candle in her hand, stared at me with the same star. I don't know why, there seems to be a layer of haze in front of this old woman, making her body hazy and half-hidden.

This scene is very similar to the situation when the ghost is haunted: the wind is gusting, and the clouds are gloomy.

I saw her behaving the same as I did, and her face was full of shock and fear. The two of us, it was like looking in the mirror.

When I think of the mirror, my heart moves. So he raised his right hand and shook it in mid-air. The old woman also raised her right hand. Shook at the same time as me.

I walked over step by step with a candle, and the old woman walked over step by step with a candle.

That's when I noticed a dirty mirror hanging on the wall. It was covered with dust. I wiped the mirror with my sleeve, and the old woman inside became clear from haze.

I don't know how to describe my feelings: there really is a mirror here. But the imp played a prank. But why, I'm an old woman in the mirror?