Seeing that Director Wu was about to pee his pants in fright, Yan Zhen, an impostor celestial master, couldn't watch the excitement from the side, so he took out a bronze mirror from his arms. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are only five button-sized copper bumps on the back of the mirror, arranged in a ring, and a piece of transparent glass is embedded in the front, although Yan Zhen has never seen a real demon mirror, which is often called a gossip mirror, and it is said that this kind of mirror is hung above the door of the house, and all demons and evil people dare not enter the door, but what does it mean to use a glass mirror? Reflective? Reflected damage?

One side of copper, one side of glass, not even a single mercury, not as good as an ordinary mirror at all!

Although he complained in his heart, if the old lady really had a magic weapon, she would not be unable to eat, Yan Zhen still used this mirror to take a picture of the shadow in the pool, which was considered a formality.

Who knows, the shadow in the pool actually distorted and disappeared......

Looking at the empty water, not to mention Director Wu, even Yan Zhen himself stared at the bronze mirror and was stunned.

Director Wu jumped up from the ground all of a sudden, jumped up and grabbed Yan Zhen's arm, and shouted, "Heavenly Master, Heavenly Master... Yan Tianshi, you, you are a master! ”

Yan Zhen was shaken back to his senses by him, and hurriedly replied: "Where, where, I... It's all what I should do, to serve the people. ”

The ghost knows what he did, obviously he is a knockoff in the mirror, and he is not a real heavenly master, why did the three shadows disappear?

Director Wu still wanted to speak, but he was relieved at this time, and his brain began to function normally, and it was inevitable that he wanted to compliment Yan Zhen for his 'heroic feat' just now, but he was interrupted by Yan Zhen.

"Director Wu, don't hurry up and set up the formation, I'm afraid those ghosts are going to get in again, could you please avoid it first?"

"Oh, okay, yes, I can't get in the way of the master's work, then I'll wait outside first, and call me after you finish casting the spell."

Director Wu retreated to the door as he spoke, walked out of the door backwards, and closed the door respectfully, making room for Yan Zhen to perform.

There was still monitoring overhead, Yan Zhen didn't dare to relax too much, and pretended to walk around the pond two times back and forth, sprinkling yellow paper charms, and muttering in a whisper, what a vine with seven flowers, you carry the burden and I lead the horse and other lyrics.

After muttering, he took out his peachwood sword again, made a gesture around the pool, and finally stabbed three times at the void in the center of the pool, shouting: "It's done!" ”

It was also through the action of the sword that he threw the red beads into the pool, and then he exhaled a long breath, and after acting for a long time, he finally completed the task.

"Why are you so careful, just tell them that you can save people, it's hard~" Xiao 7 said with his mind.

"Then I was investigated by someone with a heart and knew that I was a writer, do you want to see me kill people, or am I slice by them?"

"You can write in the mission that the citizens of Zhou City have collective amnesia, and no one remembers you!"

"It's not inevitable, I have to expand the matter, I look at you, I'm afraid the world will not be chaotic."

"Slightly~"

Yan Zhen put away the peachwood sword, ignored the emoji in his mind, opened the door and walked out of the factory, Director Wu waited at the door, rubbed his hands and circled in place, and when he saw him come out, he immediately asked with a smile:

"Master, how? I... No, has the issue of drinking water safety been solved? ”

"Director rest assured, after my spell casting, the evil ghosts can no longer harm everyone." Yan Zhen got into the play too deeply, and reached out to twist the white beard on his chin that represented the fairy wind bones, but found that he didn't have that configuration, so he quickly scratched his chin with his fingertips instead.

Director Wu proposed to hold a celebration banquet for him, and explained that the reason why he was the only one in the factory to receive him was because the city was haunted, which caused more than half of the workers in the factory to refuse to come to work, and even the factory leaders hid at home and stayed at home.

He had no choice, although there was a military guard in the factory, but there could not be no one in the factory, in desperation, he and a few skilled workers took shifts, and only after 11 o'clock in the evening were allowed to hide back in the house and wait for dawn.

"I see, the director is tired, but Yan has something important to do, and it is a coincidence that he passed through this place, and the celebration will be avoided, let's meet again!" Yan Zhen clenched his fists, no longer gave Director Wu a chance to speak, picked up an unlocked bicycle leaning against the tree, and walked away in a dashing manner.

Leaving Director Wu shaking his head and sighing, he said: "Sure enough, you are a master, you come and go without leaving a name, hey..."

Yan Zhen came out of the water plant, a cool evening breeze blew, with scattered droplets of water falling on his face, it was raining, he sped up, from a bank that had been smashed, and took an umbrella for guests.

Little 7 lay on his back and held an umbrella for him, and they wandered around in the drizzle of the autumn night for more than two hours until late at night.

In the middle of the night in the boat market, every house is closed, there is no light to be seen, and the wild cats are barking in the dark alleys on the street corners, and the atmosphere is just right for staging a drama of the heavenly master catching ghosts.

Yan Zhen had a copycat gossip mirror hanging on his chest, a peach wood sword and a copper coin sword crossed behind his back, and a demon bell and yellow talisman in his pocket.

He looked at the table below, and at 11:37 a.m., the peak of the ghosts' night walk was approaching, and he estimated that this time period should be between 12 midnight and 4 a.m.

The ghost can point him out the location of Sanjing in the middle of the night, which is what he wrote on the road, and he turned from the small street to the most prosperous commercial street in Zhou City.

At 0:00, about a hundred meters away in front of him, a shadow appeared out of thin air, some of the street lights on the main street of Zhoushi were still supplying power, and the few remaining street lights at this moment also began to be bright and dark, and it seemed that there was some poor contact.

Only where the shadow was, the street lights on both sides were still on, just flickering, and the light was not as yellow as a glow stick, so that he could only see a shadow in the middle of the road, but he couldn't see what it was.

"It's just to set the mood...... Oh, the ghost also comes with its own background! Yan Zhen muttered to himself.

Although he couldn't see the specific appearance of that thing clearly, the one who stood in the way with his own terrifying background in the middle of the night must not be a kind little white rabbit.

Yan Zhen didn't stop at his feet, and continued to pedal forward, and when he was less than ten meters away from the shadow, the shadow that was originally half a meter high suddenly increased.

He saw that it was a man, but the man was missing the most important part, he had no head!

The headless man was wearing a blood-stained suit, the cut on his neck was blurred with flesh, and a piece of flesh hung down, with a little hair at the end, which was supposed to be a scalp.

If Yan Zhen hadn't come all the way from the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, he would have fainted in fright by now, and the lower limit of people could indeed be constantly refreshed.

Yan Zhen still didn't stop, but instead accelerated his legs and sprinted forward, rushing straight towards the headless ghost, and the headless ghost also rushed towards him, just when the distance between them was shortened to about one meter, Yan Zhen pulled out the peachwood sword behind him with lightning speed, aimed at the position of the headless ghost's heart, and plunged straight into it.