Dangdangdang.

It was the muffled sound of fingers tapping against the mirror.

The mirror in front of me distorted again, and then the scene inside receded and became transparent.

A fleshy figure stood across from me, fingers clasped and placed on the mirror.

Dangdangdang.

His veins and muscles were exposed to the air, and I could even see the muscles and veins that were not completely dead beating.

"I can see you."

I pointed my index and middle fingers at my eyes and then at him.

Zhang Heng put down his hand at this time, and the place where he was knocked was still stained with red blood.

His mouth moved again.

But I couldn't hear any sound, only his upper and lower teeth colliding.

If it weren't for the sadness and pleading in his eyes, I would have even thought he was scaring me.

I pointed to my ear, then waved my hand at him to indicate that I couldn't hear.

Zhang Heng's facial muscles twitched, as if he had put on an embarrassed expression.

He pointed to my back, and then his mouth moved again.

I frowned.

I can't communicate with this guy at all.

I pointed to the blood mark he had left when he struck the glass, indicating that he could write on the glass.

Zhang Heng suddenly realized, and then stretched out his hand.

Click!

The flash came back on, apparently from inside the dormitory.

Zhang Heng in front of him disappeared in an instant, leaving only a bloodstain on the glass.

Then, the mirror in front of me returned to its original appearance.

I stood there in silence.

Although the old man almost overturned, the green talisman was really powerful, and with that thing by his side, there would be no danger in the short term.

And Zhang Heng, who appeared in front of me just now, didn't know what he wanted to express.

I could only tell from the look in his eyes that he was not hostile to me and was trying to tell me something.

Wang Hong was in the bedroom just now, and it was he who solved Zhang Heng.

However, the dance teacher is being chased by the old man, Wang Hong will not stay for long, and he should go to save his sweetheart.

All the clues went through my mind.

Wang Hong, who committed suicide for love, and a dance teacher with a flowering belly.

All her conversations are either about being fat or about being tired and thin.

I don't know if she disemboweled herself in order to maintain her figure, or if Wang Hong or someone other than Wang Hong killed her and took out her internal organs.

The only thing that can be concluded is that she is not missing, but died here.

In any case, the situation on the old man's side is the most important at the moment.

Once Wang Hong rushed over to help, he might not be able to deal with two ghosts at the same time.

So, how do I escape?

Trembling, he reached out and took out a cigarette and lit one.

Suck~

Call~

Bah!

I slammed the cigarette out.

This smoke.

There is no smell ...

But when I first arrived, it obviously smelled of smoke.

It's scary to think about.

I used to guess that everything here is fake and built on the basis of the real thing.

It's a ghost land.

What is in me is gradually losing its authenticity.

This also means that the things in me have begun to change from "real" to "fake".

This ghost realm seems to be assimilating us constantly.

If we can't escape for a long time, maybe we will also become a member of this ghost realm, like Zhang Heng just now.

Zhang heng?

I suddenly remembered the last moment, and he pointed to my back.

When I turned around, the mirror in the bathroom reflected my sad face.

I reached over and ran my fingers across the mirror, leaving no trace.

Putting my hand down, I was still staring at the mirror.

The people in the mirror also stared at me.

There was a secret hidden in the mirror, but it was something my fingernails couldn't solve.

What is this mirror hiding?

Dissemble?

My heart suddenly moved.

Raising his right hand, he hesitated for a moment before extending his index finger and slashing at the tattoo on his chest.

I didn't dare to scratch the woman's body directly.

Instead, he found her coat and swiped lightly on the dark red dragon on it.

I began to meditate in my heart.

I'm paddling a fallen dragon, not you, aunt and grandmother.

As the white nails cut through the tattoo, a puff of pale blue smoke came out of my chest.

I was overjoyed, this was the first time I had used this trick on my own.

Due to the power of the fallen dragon in his body, the wound healed almost immediately.

I raised my hand slightly, guiding the pale blue smoke towards the mirror in front of me.

I clearly saw that the "me" in the mirror immediately became gritted and unwilling.

The smoke came into contact with the mirror, making a snorting sound.

The "I" in the mirror covered my face and trembled wildly, as if it was in pain.

When the sound disappeared completely, the image in the mirror was gone, and the mirror had turned into transparent glass.

Behind the glass, it turned out to be a large hole that had been dug out.

A round, black object reflected the light in the dark hole.

I smashed the glass with a punch and took the thing out.

Lens?

I looked at the thing in my hand and felt a creep.

Someone filming us?

Or.

Is the ghost filming us?

I crushed the lens in my hand, and suddenly there was a rattling sound in my ears.

The mirror that blocked me from getting out shattered like ice, revealing what the bathroom door looked like.

I took a deep breath and stepped out.

The old man probably thought he was quite witty.

Although he lost me on campus, he succeeded in getting a female ghost by mistake, and he was excited at this time.

As he ran, he couldn't stop praising his IQ and his unruly determination.

I followed him from a distance and did not call out to him.

I don't know if this thing can hide my breath, but I can feel that with these smoke wraps, at least I can't show a trace of yang.

After all, the old man is old, and he ran all night tonight, and killed a female ghost, and his physical strength was almost consumed.

But the dance teacher still escaped not far in front of him.

The old man didn't seem to realize that something was wrong, and he was still trying to catch up, trying to run a few steps and step on the "tail" that had been dragging in front of him.

The old man chased after her all the way, and I followed the old man all the way.

Soon, they entered the lecture hall of the main building.

The lecture hall is large and is used for ceremonies and performances.

The old man chased the woman all the way to the stage.

In the dark lecture hall, the lights were turned on in an instant.

Bright red and miserable green lights sprinkle down, and the combination of them reveals an indescribable eerie atmosphere.

The old man was stunned, and then turned his head to look, and the woman didn't run away, but was looking straight at himself at this time.

Wang Hong, who was holding a camera, walked up to the stage from behind him, followed by Zhang Heng, who was skinned all over his body and his eyes were full of sadness.

Then there are female colleagues who have obviously turned into black ashes, as well as security guards, doormen...

Only then did the old man react, took the green talisman, and slapped at them.

However, the green talisman had no effect at this time.

"That's it! Fooled! Big brother! Come and save me! ”

The old man cried out miserably.