Chapter 8 Phantom Mirror Liu Jingyi obviously died on the 29th, how could she ...... No, it's just a mistake on the part of the police, it's fine.

Zhang Wen comforted himself in a cold sweat. It's all to blame for that Nangong Que, who told the editor-in-chief that I had fully recovered, and the editor-in-chief had a phone vacation and had to go to Yanhu City to be investigated, which was unlucky.

Zhang Wen complained while checking if anything had been dropped, and then went to the train station. There were not many people in the No. 2 waiting room, Zhang Wen found a front seat and sat down, next to him was an old man wearing a hat, the brim of the hat was pressed very low, and with his head down, he couldn't see the whole picture clearly.

Zhang Wen thought that the old man was asleep, so he gently opened the backpack and knew that a pair of evil eyes were staring at him.

There are not many passengers on the D378a train, and besides, there is still time to check the ticket, and it takes about 2 hours to take out a novel and read it attentively, so there are almost no people without seats in the No. 2 waiting room.

Just as Zhang Wen was reading the highlights, a hand patted Zhang Wen's shoulder, and Zhang Wen turned his face in disappointment and saw two purple eyes.

Zhang Wen felt that he had fallen into those eyes, fluttering, sinking deeper and deeper.

"I, where am I, anyone!?" Zhang Wen stood in a three-dimensional space, surrounded by a wall made of network lines as far as the eye could see.

"Hahahaha! Don't look for it, I'm here!" Zhang Wenxun followed the prestige, only to see a puddle-like thing appear on the ground, and a humanoid object slowly rose from the puddle, changing from transparent to colored.

Zhang Wen saw clearly, it was a monster. The monster was more than a man tall, strong, dark blue, pitted, and dripping with green liquid, and looked disgusting.

Its face was hideous, its eyes took up half of its face, its bloodshot eyes were terrifying, and its fanged face made people shudder.

Zhang Wenwen was not very bold, and when he saw such a terrifying demon, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground and stepped back.

"Hahaha! Zhang Wen, aren't you looking for me! I'm here, yo~ Why are you sitting on the ground, but get up!" A low and hoarse voice came from its belly, and it said that it was approaching Zhang Wen step by step.

Zhang Wen retreated and said, "I, I'm possessed by Zhang Tianshi, you, don't, don't come here, I'm not afraid of you." I don't want to hurt, hurt you, hurry, go. The monster smiled disdainfully, and continued to approach Zhang Wen: "Yo~ Zhang Tianshi's primordial spirit is on you, but will you use it! All the men I sent to kill you were killed by you, I believe this is just a coincidence, you won't use your ability at all! I will meet you personally this time!" The monster instantly pounced on Zhang Wen, and Zhang Wen was pressed by the monster.

The demon pulled out the human bone dagger on his waist and stabbed Zhang Wen fiercely in the abdomen: "Die! Zhang Ling!" Zhang Wen's eyes suddenly flashed with a golden light, and he knocked the demon away with one palm, got up and put on a posture, and Zhang Wen's forehead suddenly had a golden clover mark.

The monster wiped the yellow liquid from the corner of his mouth with his hand and jumped up: "Zhang Ling, you finally appeared, I will take your Yuan Shen to receive the reward today!" said that it was too late, and then quickly, the monster shot 3 poisonous nails at Zhang Wen with lightning speed.

Bang, bang, knock, three poisonous nails fell in front of Zhang Wen's body for some reason. I saw that Zhang Wen, who was partially awakened by the Heavenly Master Yuan Shen, faintly showed a golden aura of gossip on the ground within 3 meters in diameter.

The monster seemed to have expected it, waving its claws and flying towards Zhang Wen. Zhang Wen easily dodged, and slapped it on the back, and a palm print with blue light pierced the monster's body, and the monster instantly burst into dozens of pieces.

Zhang Wen meditated, preparing to cast a spell to destroy the illusion. At this time, a sharp bone knife was pressed against Zhang Wen's throat and cut it hard, blood gushed out along his neck, and Zhang Wen fell to the ground.