There are three doors in the corridor, one completely sealed with gold, one of bronze and one of wood.

The hallway is damp and slightly slippery to walk on.

Yu Zhile reached out and knocked on the wall, solid, slightly forced, revealing a little golden inside.

"Gold? What's inside? He Yin'er's pupils shrank slightly.

There is nothing else that can be sealed in gold except for the supernatural.

"What's inside?" Yu Zhile's eyes narrowed slightly, "Believe it or not, as long as we open this door, we will die here in an instant." ”

Retracting his hand, Yu Zhile came to the second door.

The door was not locked, but it had a keyhole, but it was filled with copper.

"Inside...... Is it a ghost? He Yin'er leaned to the side of the corridor, Yu Zhile's previous words were not joking.

No kidding, the thing in there is most likely a terrifying ghost.

Yu Zhile has no precedent for joking.

"Who knows?"

Yu Zhile replied, and then continued to look at the bronze door, it was very easy to get in, but there was no hurry.

He turned his head and walked to the third door, and without hesitation, opened it directly.

"You stay outside." Yu Zhile glanced back at He Yin'er, then leaned against the wall and walked in.

The room inside is not large, and there is only one mirror standing in the middle of the room.

A black cloth fell in front of the mirror.

Yu Zhile glanced at the floor of the room, and there were some messy footprints on it.

It should have been left behind by those workers.

"Ghost mirror, a good thing that can resurrect the dead."

Yu Zhile squinted slightly, he touched his chin, thinking about one thing in his heart, should he take this mirror away?

Take away the ghost mirror, Zhang Wei can't be resurrected, and Yang Jian can't let the headless ghost die.

The plot will be destroyed, and Yang Jian may die.

Suddenly, Yu Zhile slapped himself, "Damn, Yang Jian is not dead or not, what is the matter with Lao Tzu, I am actually wondering whether to make way for the protagonist." ”

"Stupid, cheap, actually believe that others are the protagonists."

Yu Zhile scolded himself angrily, and then walked to the ghost mirror without hesitation, his chest opened violently, and his human skin and face were exposed.

A red thread with the word "sheng" written on it stretched out from the face and was directly wound around the ghost mirror, pulling the ghost mirror into the face.

The use of face is becoming more and more proficient, but the palm prints on the face are almost gone.

"Does the ghost mirror represent life?"

Yu Zhile recalled the words on the red line, and on his face, "Sheng" seemed to be black.

Black also represents foregoing.

The ghost mirror can be resurrected, but the resurrection will release a powerful ghost, which is indeed in line with the meaning of life and ominousness.

"Do you have masochism?" He Yin'er looked at Yu Zhile strangely, Yu Zhile's voice was not small just now.

The slap was hard.

"It's important to be realistic once in a while." Yu Zhile didn't explain anything, came to the second door, and reached out and pressed on the keyhole.

"I'll go in for a while, and you'll be watching from the outside."

He Yin'er nodded, "Okay." ”

The next moment, Yu Zhile disappeared, He Yin'er looked at Yu Zhile who disappeared, and there was a little different color in his eyes, is this how the ghost snake is used?

What a luxury.

I used to use it to rush away, but now I use it to enter the door, is this ghost a drop in price?

He Yin'er leaned against the wall, thinking to herself, why don't you also control a ghost with a ghost?

in the room.

It was covered with dust, without any light, and the ghost's eyes turned slightly and opened open.

The darkness receded, and Yu Zhile saw the scene in the room clearly.

This should be a study with a desk and a red cupboard, again without windows.

From the time he could see the room clearly, Yu Zhile's eyes were focused on the red cabinet.

There was a notebook in the cupboard, very old and yellowed.

Yu Zhile walked over, picked up the notebook and looked at it.

When I opened the notebook, I was greeted by a musty smell, but the strange thing was that the notebook was intact, just yellowed.

There was nothing written in the notebook, only a little handwriting.

Looking at the traces on the notebook, Yu Zhile stroked it, and muttered to himself, "You will gain everything, and you will lose everything......"

"Interesting."

Putting the notebook back in place, Yu Zhile took out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket.

He looked at the red cupboard, his eyes flickering slightly, "I hope you can answer my question." ”

He only asked two questions, so he only prepared two ghosts.

After a while, Yu Zhile put the paper on which he had written the question on the platform of the cupboard.

As soon as the paper was put away, a miserable little white hand suddenly stretched out from it and grabbed the paper into it.

Yu Zhile's eyes flickered slightly, although he was prepared, he was still taken aback.

After all, the ghost cabinet is really terrifying.

A conceptual ghost, how terrifying it is, you can imagine.

In the darkness, Yu Zhile's scarlet ghost eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly, the note was handed out by a hand.

The paper had become crumpled, and Yu Zhile picked up the paper.

"Give me a ghost."

On the paper, there is an extra line of crooked words, just like a child's graffiti.

Looking at the content on the paper, a smile appeared on the corner of Yu Zhile's mouth, which was similar to what he thought.

The questions he asked were worth a ghost.

Putting the paper on the cupboard, Yu Zhile picked up the gold bag, lifted Ye Jun's body out of it, and threw it on the ground.

The corpse emitted a strong putrid stench, and the smell of the corpse soon filled the small room.

The corpse comes into contact with the air and begins to change.

Yu Zhile took a few steps back.

The room began to become cold, Ye Jun's rotting corpse slowly began to heal, and suddenly, the corpse's arm on the ground moved.

Yu Zhile's eyes narrowed, and the ghost began to recover.

But at this time, the red cupboard, which was originally quiet, suddenly began to ooze red liquid.

A faint smell of blood appeared, not very tasteful, but it suppressed the smell of corpses in the room.

The red liquid oozed out quickly, and the liquid quickly spread to the corpse's side.

In the blink of an eye, the corpse was soaked in blood.

As the corpse was touched by the liquid, something strange happened.

The corpse actually began to sink, no, not sinking, but falling into the water.

It was just a moment of effort, and a ghost that was about to be revived disappeared in front of Yu Zhile's eyes.

And as the corpse disappeared, the crumpled note was once again grabbed by the outstretched little hand.

This time it was quick, and the note was handed back in less than a minute.

The red liquid also disappeared during this period.

"Spooky ......"

Yu Zhile muttered, picked up the note, and when he saw the content of the note clearly, Yu Zhile's pupils shrank, and there was a look in his eyes that I knew it was.

Looking at the last paragraph of text on the note, Yu Zhile felt that he had come to the right place today.

"Let me live in Ling's Facebook."

This is the request made by the ghost closet.

A very excessive, but an extremely good request for Yu Zhile.

It's so much fun.

Yu Zhile crushed the note, and his scarlet ghost eyes narrowed slightly.