"Yes, this must have been produced by the program team, haha... The technology is so good now, it looks like hell..." Although he said he didn't believe it, his pupils were still trembling, and he was staring at the person in the mirror. Tremble.

Jumo didn't waste much time talking, she fell into pain, thinking about the words that had just come out of the walkie-talkie.

and the mirror in your own rock-paper-scissors.

Is it possible to win a game with ghosts?

It's a fatal situation, but there's still some kind of life force in it. Something she hadn't seen through yet

While Jumo was thinking, Tang Yixin was stared at tremblingly by the person in the mirror. He didn't want to show his timidity, and the program team wanted to make fun of him, but he didn't do what they asked.

"Come on, isn't it rock-paper-scissors? He said, holding out his hand.

The 'he' in the mirror also stiffened his hand.

Faced with this strange situation, Tang Yixin was still very scared in his heart, and now his hands began to tremble.

The gloomy man in the mirror stared at him, his dark eyes were cold and emotionless, and he even had a strong intuition that the man in the mirror was a ghost.

But now, it's impossible to back down.

Tang Yixin's hands trembled, clenching his fists tightly, and cold sweat broke out in his palms.

"...... on the stone," he whispered, and even his voice began to tremble.

He stared straight at the pale hand in the mirror, not knowing what would happen to it. The mirror should show the same thing, but what if...... What if he loses, if he loses, he'll stay here forever.

How is it possible, these are all created by the production team in order to fool people.

Tang Yixin comforted himself, "Scissors ......"

He's already decided what to do.

"Cloth." When the words finally fell, his gesture quickly changed, and the scissors came out.

Under his gaze, the 'he' in the mirror smiled strangely, the clenched hand remained motionless, and the 'he' threw out a stone.

Tang Yixin was startled, and suddenly a sense of fear enveloped him, his whole body trembled, and he couldn't even make a sound of fear. This fear transcended everything and occupied the whole mind, and trembling was felt from the depths of the soul.

Jumo's heart sank, and he lost.

Tang Yi's heart trembled and took half a step back. Before he could escape, the pale hand in the mirror gradually reached out, pierced the mirror, and pounced on him. At that moment, the room became cold, and his skin was trembling.

Jumo snatched the ghost amulet from his pocket and rushed forward. She couldn't watch Tang Yixin being caught by ghosts.

Fear has surpassed Tang Yixin's perception.

The cold and pale hands grabbed him, like ice cubes, without any warmth at all, and dragged him into the mirror with great force, without even reacting for a moment.

"Tang Yixin.".

Jumo reached out and tried to hold him, brushing his clothes with his fingertips, but there was nothing in front of him, so he couldn't hold her.

It seems that everything that happened just now was a dream, if it weren't for watching Tang Yixin being pulled in, I'm afraid I wouldn't believe it.

The scene in the mirror is blurred, and the person reflected has changed from Tang Yixin to her. 'She' stood quietly in front of her, staring straight at her with dark dark eyes, and a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Ju Mo broke out in a cold sweat, stared at the strange mirror, and did not act rashly.

Behind him, Lin Menghan, who fell to the ground, looked frightened, shook his head in disbelief, and finally couldn't help but scream: "Ah......"

"There are ghosts. Dragged in by a ghost... was dragged in...".

She was babbling gibberish, she could no longer maintain a clear consciousness, and the stimulation after stimulation had reached its limit.

Ju Mo frowned, now she can only complete the game of rock-paper-scissors by herself, and now Lin Menghan's state is useless.

She stood quietly in front of the mirror, staring at her pale self in the mirror, lost in thought.

Tang Yixin pulled out the scissors just now, but the person in the mirror was motionless, and a stone came out.

No matter how you look at this game, it's a game of death. Who knows what will happen to her, she can easily overcome her.

Jumo stretched out his fist, and the man in the mirror raised his hand stiffly. She stared straight at the ghost's hand in the mirror, thinking about how to win.

Jumping out of the rocks. Still no cloth.

If the ghost doesn't change its movements, then cloth is the best option.

Ju Mo frowned and thought about it, the corners of the ghost's mouth hooked sinister in the mirror, with a cold smile.

Jumo noticed the grim smile in the corner of his eyes, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the ghost in the mirror. The ghost's black eyes stared straight at her, motionless, and it was even more terrifying to be stared at so closely.

And so on and so forth.

She seemed to grasp the feeling.

What if she couldn't see the game of rock-paper-scissors. The ghost in the mirror is her own reflection, if she closes her eyes and can't see anything, can the ghost beat her?

Jumo made up his mind and immediately closed his eyes.

Close your eyes in front of the ghost, no matter who has the guts to do so, no one knows what the ghost will do when you close your eyes.

"Rock-paper-scissors.".

Her voice was calm, and then the cloth came out.

In fact, Jumo didn't have enough confidence to win, but she had a demon exorcism amulet and a protective jade pendant. Even if she was pulled into the mirror by the ghost, she still had the power to protect herself, and she had a way to resist the ghost in an instant.

She opened her eyes, and the "she" in the mirror stood stiff, her raised hand still a stone.

The pale-faced ghost in the mirror seemed to be unwilling, with resentment in his eyes, his figure gradually faded away, the cold aura in the study disappeared and returned to normal, and the large retro mirror lost its terrifying aura.

Jumo couldn't help but let out a long breath, "I won." ”。

She turned and looked at the table. A key sits quietly in the corner of the table. It was originally a key in the mirror, but it was transferred to reality. She picked it up without hesitation.

At this time, the seal of the study seems to have been lifted, and the doorknob can be easily turned.

Zhou Shuang pushed open the door and rushed in, stunned, "It can be opened. Are you alright?"

Zhou Shuang looked impatient, "What happened, why did you suddenly lock the door." ”。

"Ghost, ghost...... pulled Tang Yixin into the mirror. Lin Menghan trembled, fell to the ground, and kept shrinking into the corner.

Zhou Shuang frowned and looked around the study, but there was no trace of Tang Yixin.

"What about Tang Yixin?".

Ju Mo's eyes fell on the large mirror with retro patterns, and he said calmly: "She didn't lie, Tang Yixin was pulled into the mirror, and the walkie-talkie reminded me to play a game just now, and if you win, you can get the key." ”。

She spread out her palm, and the copper-yellow key lay quietly on her palm.