There was an old and strange smell in the air, and a woman in a cheongsam and earrings sat in front of a crimson dresser, with a comb in her hand and her hair combing down the bottom.

The sound of an old-fashioned record player squeaking and singing came from the attic, and the woman's side face was delicate and three-dimensional, and her complexion was as fair as paper.

She kept looking in the mirror, immersed in her own world, as if she didn't pay attention to Shu Ange's existence at all.

The dim sunlight shone in obliquely through the skylight, Shu Ange took two steps forward, looked at the mirror in front of the dresser, and pulled out the peachwood sword in his backpack.

There is only her figure in the mirror, there is no young woman wearing a cheongsam, and there is no old attic, only Shu Ange herself.

To be precise, there is only one person in the mirror who looks exactly the same as Shu Ange, she is holding a peachwood sword in her hand, and there is nothing in the mirror in her hand, with a weird smile on the corner of her lips.

No matter how bold a person is, he will be a little flustered after experiencing this series of strange things, Shu Ange stood calmly in place, not at all frightened.

She took another step forward, the cheongsam beauty was still combing her hair unhurriedly, her black and bright hair suddenly swelled, writhing like a snake and rolling towards Shu An.

Shu Ange had already taken precautions, she raised the peachwood sword in her hand, slashed at the twisted long black hair, quickly hit two defensive seals, and threw out two five thunder talismans.

After the rune paper touched the writhing black hair, it exploded with a bang, and the cheongsam woman grabbed the comb in her hand, the nails in her hand exploded, and she turned around and grabbed Shu Ange.

Her expression was cold, her eyes glowed with a strange blue, and her long, curved nails were sharper than a knife.

Shu Ange used a peachwood sword to block the sharp nails of the cheongsam woman, her eyes widened, her beautiful and delicate face suddenly became bloody and blurred, and her skin fell to the ground piece by piece like a rag.

"Slut, you hurt me so badly, why are you seducing my husband!"

Her voice was unpleasant, like a fingernail scratching glass.

There was no beginning or end to what she said, and Shu Ange slapped another five thunder talisman on her face.

The monster, which was still menacing before, screamed and retreated, covering a faceless howl and crying.

Shu Ange was unrelenting, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice mixed with cinnabar, and threw it towards the female monster, the sound of scurry and lala came and went, and the cheongsam woman became full of holes, and she collapsed on the ground like mud, turning into a puddle of black water.

The monster is gone, the attic is still there, and the singing in the record player is still the part that Shu Ange heard when he first entered the door.

This illusion was more powerful than she imagined, Shu Ange closed her eyes, feeling the changes around her.

When she opened her eyes again, in front of the red dresser, a woman in a cheongsam was slowly combing her hair, her appearance and movements and the jasmine flowers inserted in her sideburns were the same as before.

The monsters that have been destroyed have reappeared, and if Shu Ange's psychological quality is not strong enough, it has collapsed at this moment.

Just like just now, the cheongsam woman suddenly stopped combing her hair and looked back at Shu Ange, her eyes glowing with a strange blue light, like glass marbles.

"Why did you rob my husband, why did you ......"

Her eyes were full of resentment when she looked at Shu Ange, and her red lips contrasted sharply with her white wall-like face.

Encountering hard stubble, Shu Ange rang the alarm bell in his heart, thinking about how to repel the monster in front of him and successfully break the illusion.

"I don't know your husband."

In order to find each other's shortcomings, Shu Ange chatted with the cheongsam woman.

She picked up a frame from the table and whispered like a madman: "My husband is a great hero, he is mine, and he will always be mine!" ”

The cheongsam woman suddenly went berserk, and the glass on the frame shattered into countless pieces, shooting towards Shu Ange's eyes and face.

Saying that it was too late, Shu Ange leaned back, perfectly avoiding the sharp fragments, and then stabbed the peach wood sword in his hand into the cheongsam woman's body.

Shu Ange poured spiritual power into the peachwood sword, pasted the five thunder talismans on the monster wearing the cheongsam, and turned into a pool of black water as before.

After solving the monster again, Shu Ange took out a few runes and pasted them on the mirror of the dresser, and a scream that was sharper than before sounded, and red blood scrambled out from the dresser.

After the strange and eerie mirror trembled violently like water ripples for a moment, the entire attic collapsed and disappeared little by little, and Shu Ange returned to the dark storage room again.

"Help, Master Feng help!"

Cui Yingjun's trembling voice sounded, and he grabbed a talisman made for him by Shu Ange in the palm of his left and right hands, and his body was close to the corner of the wall.

The beautiful female ghost in a cheongsam stood beside Cui Yingjun and called out affectionately: "Husband, are you finally going to marry Guanguan." ”

What is the experience of being forced to marry by a female ghost, Cui Yingjun is terrified, her eyes are closed, for fear of seeing some terrifying scenes.

"He's not your husband."

Hearing Shu Ange's voice, Cui Yingjun immediately became excited, and when the voice of the female ghost was in his ears, he could only shout loudly: "Master Feng, I was entangled by a powerful ghost." ”

"He's my husband! You slut, why are you robbing my husband! ”

The same line, the female ghost said it several times, Shu Ange turned a deaf ear, and raised her hand to be five peach wood nails.

The peach wood nail pierced into the female ghost's body with golden light, and she fell to the ground with a hideous face, wailing in pain, but her soul did not disperse.

Cui Yingjun held her breath and her back was wet, and Shu Ange finally found the vanity mirror she had seen in the environment in the corner of the collection room.

The dark red dresser was full of history, Shu Ange took out two divine light talismans and pasted them on the mirror, and the female ghost who had been wailing before finally turned into a puddle of black water again.

Shu Ange breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Cui Yingjun, who was clinging to the wall.

"Mr. Cui, it's over, don't be afraid."

After Cui Yingjun heard Shu Ange's voice, he slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw her face close at hand, he grabbed Shu Ange's wrist, his eyes were blank and a little fearful.

"That woman is going to force me to worship the church, Master Feng, she is terrible."

The two seem to be in tune with the male and female roles, Shu Ange is mature and steady with one dozen tens, Cui Yingjun is delicate and gentle, crying and chirping to describe to her the horror situation she experienced before.

"It's all over, don't be afraid, it's an antique dresser at work."

Cui Yingjunsheng was frightened and sad, and after hearing Shu Ange talk about the dresser, he muttered back: "There is no dresser in the collection room." ”

One sentence made Shu Ange goosebumps, and she subconsciously looked at the corner where the dresser was placed.

At a glance, Shu Ange was stunned to find that the dresser that was still there before had completely disappeared in a few words.

(I'm so sleepy, everyone go to bed early, and I'll update it tomorrow)