I stood up and went straight to Lao Shang's room, and sat down on a stool in front of the dresser.

This dresser was bought by Accountant Song himself, the quality is not very good, there are some cosmetics on it, and the value of a single product does not exceed two hundred yuan. The most attractive object on the table is this bronze mirror. I didn't turn on the light, the door was ajar, and the light came from the living room, it wasn't bright, but I could see.

This yellow and clear mirror reflects my face.

This vague face was cold and numb, expressionless, and then distorted, inexplicably eccentric.

When I was a child, I used physics to show that the effect of this mirror was because the mirror surface was uneven, curvature, and light refraction. I reached out and rubbed the mirror hard, trying to smooth it out. Then as soon as my hand touched the mirror, my hand was numb like an electric shock, and then a cold breath rose from the mirror and spread to my arm. This eerie and cold sensation spread from my tail vertebrae all the way to the top of my head.

All the cold hairs on my body stood on end, and my fingers were red.

I saw the people in the mirror smiling, sneering, the smile was so weird, the corners of the mouth seemed to be grinning to the ear. Although the person was smiling, his eyes were cold, like cold mineral water, and the muscles on his face were twitching regularly. Is this me? Eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth...... The facial features are so familiar, but when put together, they are extremely weird and unfamiliar.

In the mirror, I was a stranger, and I was frightened, and I pinched my face vigorously, and the muscles couldn't stop beating, as if I didn't belong to me anymore. At this time, the golden mirror surface was blurred for a while, like a stone thrown into the calm lake water, and ripples appeared, rippling and rippling, one after another, first rapid and then slow, and gradually stopped.

Until the end of the day, a woman appeared on the mirror.

This is an extremely delicate-looking woman, wearing a cheongsam, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China, as if she is also sitting in front of a mirror, combing her long black hair like a waterfall with white ivory. Her hair was so long, close to her waist, that it took a long time to comb it down from the top of her head. She carefully combed her hair, then pulled it into a woman's bun, took a piece of red paper, moistened her lips, and then printed it, grinning, sweet, and inexplicably weird.

She was in a good mood, her thin lips kept closing, as if she was humming a little song.

Then the thrush, which is a black branch, is carefully drawn, and the eyes are wide open.

This eye is looking at me, right now. She's looking in the mirror, but it's me on the other side of the mirror.

What a strange thing it is, what a mysterious scene it is.

However, something even stranger happened - a man appeared behind the woman. This is an old-fashioned bedroom setting, usually seen in rural or realistic historical TV dramas, the man is wearing a black gown, with a black, thick and long braid on the back of his head, a hideous face, and in his hand, holding a sharp knife, the snow bright kind. The woman saw the man behind her in the mirror, turned her head sharply, and the two argued, getting more and more emotional, and suddenly the man raised the sharp knife in his hand.

Burst...... The sharp knife pierced through his chest, and blood splattered everywhere.

All the disputes were over, and the woman lay weakly on the table in front of the mirror, blood gushing out of her mouth, one mouthful, like Jinan Baotu Spring, all sprayed into the mirror. Her face was pale, and her raven-colored hair fell like a waterfall in an instant, which made it even more obvious. Coupled with the blood coming out of her mouth, this is a classic image of a female ghost...... The man was laughing maniacally, the muscles on his face twitching, and there was something shuddering between his eyebrows.

It's crazy, it's murderous.

This woman was wearing a bright red cheongsam, dazzling red, with pointed nails.

Looking at this scene in the mirror, I suddenly woke up, what is going on? Isn't this a mirror, why is there so many strange scenes, like this is a window, and on the other side, is another world?

This is the first time I sat down and thought about this question.

I didn't even think about this simple thing all the time, as if everything just now was taken for granted. This is undoubtedly strange, and just as I was thinking about it, the image in the bronze mirror blurred again, and the ripples reappeared, circle after circle, endlessly. Then, something terrible happened—the smooth mirror began to become soft, like water, or a thin film, and the mirror was pierced open, and a plain and clean hand was stretched out, which was small and soft, but the nails were very long, like the kind of Lafayette Cixi,

Red and pointed, like five sharp daggers.

I stood up abruptly, trying to step back, but the hand suddenly grew and grabbed my right hand tightly, pulling it inside. This force is surprisingly large, I pull back, but I can't stalemate, I feel that this hand has an inexplicable magic, sucking my mind into the mirror, I don't have time to think, I don't have time to accumulate strength...... It's too late for anything, so I can only grit my teeth and hold on. The mirror continued to move, and the woman's head gradually emerged.

Her long black hair covered her face like a waterfall.

She slowly raised her head, revealing a cold, numb, pale face, and black eyes, as if there was an abyss inside. She suddenly laughed, giggling, revealing her blood-stained white teeth. Then, a loud roar slammed into my heart.

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Ahh

I stood up abruptly and found Duoduo and Fat Bug next to me, the TV show was entering commercial time, and an out-of-fashion star was introducing the stainless steel security door. Looking at his open and closed mouth, my heart was still immersed in the horror just now, and I reached out to touch my back, and it was all millet sweat. Only then did I realize that I didn't run to Lao Shang's room at all, but fell asleep on the sofa.

Duoduo looked at me nervously, almost crying, and shouted Lu Zuo, Lu Zuo......

The fat insects flew around me, circling in circles, and no matter how I looked at it, I felt that the black bean eyes of this little thing were full of schadenfreude.

Is it a dream? I thought to myself, confused.

At this time, the electronic clock hanging in the living room rang "bell", and I looked up to see that it was exactly 12 o'clock.

I took Duoduo's little hand, and this cute little nanny looked scared, pointed to the door of the Shang Ji Lu magician, and said that there were ghosts, ghosts...... I'm speechless about her, I'm a little ghost myself, and I'm afraid of ghosts?

In other words, she always likes to watch horror movies.

I was still apprehensive, but I was amused by Duoduo's cute appearance, took her hand, took out the talisman I had drawn from my backpack, and walked to the door of Lao Shang's room. I was standing in the doorway, looking at the bronze mirror on the dresser, and I didn't think much of it at first, but after that nightmare, I felt more and more that something was wrong—this scene was exactly the same.

I turned on the light, then walked over to the dresser and sat down, looking at myself in the bronze mirror.

I told Duoduo to return to the Huaimu card and look in the mirror through her "ghost eyes".

I saw that there was a trace of cold and viscous aura attached to this mirror, and this breath was not on the surface, but in the world realm in the mirror. I know that there is a mirror spirit in this mirror. What is Mirror Spirit? In fact, I have already mentioned this thing before, that is, when I gave Huang Laoya cloth the "Clearing Basin Spirit Array". This thing is full of legends all over the world. It is a spirit, but it does not belong to the soul, but to the evil spirit of mutation. The spirit is different from the soul, which was also mentioned earlier, because it does not retain too much human nature, most of it is evil, it is instinct.

If what I dreamed of was the origin of this mirror spirit, then this woman's evil spirit must be deeply resentful.

In this way, the disappearance of my two tenants must be related to this bronze mirror.

I took out the self-made rebirth charm, lit it, and then in the rising green smoke, I sang the transcendent death mantra, and the two-pronged spell burned halfway, and the bronze mirror really began to tremble, and kept shaking, and the edge of the frame full of patina actually began to turn red. The yellow and clear mirror began to distort, and the black mist was hazy, constantly changing, outlining a woman's face, a grimace, and there was a buzzing sound in the air, like a woman's desperate scream.

At twelve o'clock at night, it is the time when the spiritual power of the mirror spirit is at its strongest, and it is common in the whole world.

(As a side note, there has always been a rumor that if you look in the mirror at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, it's easy to spot the ghost in the mirror — you may see your face stiff and scary, you may see someone behind you, or you may see a grimace inside.) This rumor is actually well-founded, the world in the mirror is an independent and wonderful place, and it is easy to attract wandering lonely souls and wild ghosts, although it is not absolute, but it will always exist. Therefore, I advise everyone to cherish life and never try. ）

The audio of this scream vibrated so violently that it hit my heart, and I was terrified in that moment as someone who had been through so many things.

I immediately formed the "Inner Lion Seal", and after a burst of recitation of the "Vajrasattva Curse", I shouted "Qia...... The fear receded like a tide, and I found that I suddenly couldn't hold the bronze mirror steadily, and the wooden frame below began to tremble, and then with a few "clicks", the red and black wooden frames all cracked, revealing wood-colored stubble.

The bronze mirror fell to the ground, rolling on the ground, and the black mist shrouded it.

I stepped on it with one foot, stepped on the Big Dipper, and shouted according to the chapter of the forbidden spell on the broken book, "The cloud seal is too empty, and at the beginning of the catastrophe, it was suddenly gone, sinking or floating; Wandering in five directions, more than one zhang, innocent emperors, according to the pen is the book......"

This is the "Sutra Opening Mantra", the most practical forbidden mantra of the twelve methods, specially used to subdue spiritual things.

I read the pardon catchily, feeling the vibrations and echoes of the sound waves in the air, every note is reacting, superimposing exponentially, and when I finish reading, "Shen Zhi can heal itself, dust can be drowned, and the underworld will depend on it, so that it is the immortal capital!" When the word "all" was last word, the whole room was shaken, and the bronze mirror finally stopped beating. I leaned down, picked it up, put the circle in front of me, and immersed my mind in it.

Two familiar breaths welled up in my heart.