Under Wang Zun's chatter, when the boss was about to pull the knife, he finally had some eyebrows about the task.

The boss was in a hurry, and left in a hurry, and when he went home, he didn't forget to glare at Wang Zun.

Wang Zun smiled bitterly, is he annoying?

Didn't you?

The system reminds that the mission has officially begun!

Unconsciously, the second-hand furniture recycling market has become even darker, the kind of darkness that cannot be touched, but can be felt.

The wind gusted, whirring, rolling up the debris on the ground, and a yellowing of the fallen leaves.

Wang Zun turned on the lamp on his head, and the powerful light swept around, and there was second-hand furniture everywhere, and there was a feeling of abandonment on these furniture, as if this was a forgotten corner of the world.

Wang Zun followed the direction pointed by the boss before, looked at the end of that side, and didn't know exactly where it was, so he could only walk that way.

"Sofa?"

"Dancing on the couch?"

Could it be the ghost you're looking for?

I'm not sure, find the sofa.

The huge second-hand furniture recycling market was quiet, the wind was blowing, and only the sound of Wang Zun's own footsteps on the sand and gravel was heard.

Walking forward, there is a mess of furniture all around, everything.

At an intersection, Wang Zun paused, and he looked at the intersection on the right.

On the side of the gravel paved road, leaning against a mirror.

The floor-to-ceiling mirror is old, the frame is the style of a few decades ago, and the mirror is covered with a red cloth.

The red cloth is soft, and under the night breeze, it swells like the surface of the water.

Wang Zun's attention was not to this problem, but to the mirror covered with red cloth, as if there was a figure!

Obviously the mirror has been covered with a red cloth, why does a figure still appear in the mirror?

It's incredible.

Of course it's not normal, there must be a demon when something goes wrong!

Wang Zun didn't hesitate, walked over directly, grabbed the red cloth on the mirror and pulled it!

The mirror is blurry, a layer of dust has accumulated on it, and nothing can be seen.

This is even more incredible, there is not even a reflective point, how can there be a shadow of a person on the mirror?

Reaching out and wiping it on the mirror, I could vaguely see my own blurred shadow appear on the mirror.

Wang Zun just wanted to take a serious look, but the corner of his eye suddenly swept away, and he saw a figure suddenly appear on the road.

The figure stood in the middle of the road, all black, and when the light shone through, the figure quickly ducked into the surrounding furniture.

Wang Zun put down the red cloth on his hand, but he didn't see that his shadow was actually left on the mirror, covered by the red cloth.

The light shone into the furniture where the figure was hiding, and Wang Zun wondered if he should go over and take a look?

What if it's the ghost you're looking for?

Cautiously and lightly, Wang Zun walked to the position of the pile of furniture, which was of all kinds, but could not hide people, and there was no place to hide people.

Wang Zun glanced left and right, but did not find anything hiding here.

The abilities of ghost things are varied, and if you want to hide, Wang Zun can't find them.

Just as he was about to leave, Wang Zun stopped again, and inadvertently, he saw a makeup table!

There was a coconut-shaped mirror on the dressing table, which also accumulated a layer of dust.

Wang Zun saw that there seemed to be a figure on the mirror under the dust.

What the hell!

Wang Zun was facing the mirror of the dressing table, there was no shadow of him on it at all, and it was impossible for the mirror that had accumulated a layer of dust to show his figure.

Stretching out his hand and wiping the dust off the mirror, his figure finally appeared on the mirror, a faint black shadow.

Along with him, there is a figure!

The figure was very tall, and judging from the reflection on the mirror, the tall figure was standing on the left about a meter behind him.

Wang Zun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned his head slightly, and looked behind the left with the corner of his eye.

Nothing!

Looking back at the mirror, the tall, dark figure was still about a meter behind him.

Wang Zun walked a little to the right, but the figure didn't move at all, and still returned to his left rear.

No matter how he changed his position, the dark and tall figure could always appear behind him without moving, not an inch shifting, not a single inch away!

That's God!

Wang Zun stretched out his hand and wiped the mirror again, and found that he was obviously not moving forward, but the tall figure on the mirror seemed to be getting closer and clearer.

It's about to come out of the water!

Wang Zun wasn't afraid at all, but was just curious, how did this ghost thing do it?

Wang Zun stared at the tall figure on the mirror, and the tall figure slowly turned from black to gray, and then from gray to the silhouette of a person, and then the clothes on his body, and the hands under the clothes......

Little by little, the appearance of the tall figure was revealed, becoming clear and real.

He was two heads taller than Wang Zun, and he was wearing a straight suit, but his exposed hands were extremely thin, skinny, long and pointed.

He has short hair and a fresh hair, but he has a horse face on his face!

The horse's face was very long, and the horse's mouth was almost touching the top of Wang Zun's head, and those big and round eyes flashed with crazy and resentful brilliance!

Wang Zun didn't move, he looked at the man on the road in the mirror, and glanced to his left out of the corner of his eye, but still didn't find his figure.

Wang Zun slowly, somewhat understood, suddenly realized, and a smile appeared on his face.

The horse-faced man is actually on the mirror.

Note that it is on the mirror, not in the mirror!

This also explains why Wang Zun changed his position, the horse-faced man did not make any movements, but he could not leave his side an inch.

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Zun took the initiative and narrowed his eyes.

The horse-faced man was obviously stunned for a moment, he doubted that he had a life, he thought that after he showed his true face, Wang Zun would panic, he would fart, and he would panic.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zun not only did not have the slightest wave, but also showed a smile and took the initiative to speak.

This is completely different from the previous people!

"Why don't you speak?"

Wang Zun continued to ask, staring at the horse-faced man!

Suddenly!

The horse-faced man didn't say anything, the horse's face was grim, and his withered hands suddenly forked out.

A pair of ghost hands jerked out from the mirror and went straight to Wang Zun's neck.

Wang Zun had already prepared, and the blood-colored ribbon flew out and wrapped around the hands of the horse-faced man, and then there was a handful of lime powder!

Phew!

The white smoke boiled into the sky, and the horse-faced man neighed, and actually made the sound of a horse's roar.

He wanted to break free from the shackles of the blood-colored ribbon, but Wang Zun quickly made a move, grabbed his hand, and pulled him out of the mirror.

"Little Spirit!"

Wang Zun let out a low shout, and Xiao Ling's big head jumped out, instantly changing the battle mode, his hair stood on end, his fangs and claws, and his mouth was entangled in green fire.

The big head is not to be outdone, and the big head shakes and shakes, which is a hammer.

Wang Zun raised the ghost hammer and slammed it down.

Boom!

One of the horse-faced man's legs was smashed and turned into a square piece of flesh.

When Wang Zun wanted to continue smashing the hammer, the two ghost things had already torn the horse-faced man to pieces.

The two ghost things absorbed the power of the horse-faced man, and the white light in the depths of Xiao Ling's eyes became even more abundant.

The big head hasn't changed at all, I don't know if it's too low and needs more strength, or what's going on, there has been no change from the beginning to the present.

"Little scumbag, don't think you're great if you have a horse face, I also have a big head with a basin!"

The big head was complacent, Wang Zun gave him a blank look, and stuffed her back into the shadow.

Continuing to walk in the direction of the sofa, the dark and dead second-hand furniture recycling market is extremely weird, the wind is non-stop, whirring.

Wang Zun walked forward slowly, but the small lattice door on a broken cabinet on the side of the road suddenly opened, and he used too much force to make a sound.

Looking over, Wang Zun saw that the door of the small compartment at the top of the cabinet was shaking slightly.

It was dark in the small cubicle, but a vague breathing could be heard coming from it.

Got the hell?

Wang Zun thought about it and walked over.

This cabinet is very old, it used to be red, but it has been too long, the red paint on it has almost fallen off, and there are still traces of the two words "Xi" left on the cabinet door.

As Wang Zun approached, not only did the sound of breathing become clear, but there was also a faint cry coming from the small compartment.

The small compartment is also strange, maybe it is a product from a long time ago, a cabinet more than a meter long, but the top compartment has only one door.

When Wang Zun came to the cabinet, he first opened the door under the cabinet, but there was nothing.

Then he grabbed the door of the small compartment, and it was pitch black, and a hint of wind blew out of it, like a bottomless hole.

The faint cry and the sound of heavy breathing came from the depths of the dark lattice.

The lattice was very deep, and it stretched to the right, and Wang Zun couldn't see what was hidden in the depths.

Hiding a?

It shouldn't be!

The cubicle is not large.

Wang Zun made a bold decision, he stuck his head into the lattice and looked into the depths of the dark autumn.

This look scared him.

In the dark compartment, there seemed to be something in the dark compartment, black and not slippery, round and long.

The light above his head hit the round thing, and what caught his eye was the long hair, like countless snakes, wriggling and crawling in the small compartment.

Head!

That's a human head!

Covered with wriggling long hair, crying faintly!

Wang Zun's eyes widened, everyone's heads were in a small compartment, and the distance between them was only an arm's length.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Wang Zun just wanted to retract his head, but unbeknownst to him, the wriggling black hair wrapped around his neck like a snake.

Cold, with a hint of wetness, Wang Zun was startled, but did not act rashly, and quickly calmed down.

"Why are you crying?"

Wang Zun took the initiative to attack, showing a ghostly face.

Woowoowoo......

The faint cry did not stop for a moment, but became louder and louder.

"Poor boy, what happened to you, tell your brother, brother will help you!"

Woowoowoo......

The head cried vigorously, but he didn't speak.

"Come, let me see your face......"

Wang Zun put a hand into the lattice room.

"Don't ......"

The head screamed and jumped backwards.

"Don't be afraid, take it easy, come, let me see ......"