Staring at the ancient mirror tightly, his hands gathered to absorb the true yuan, and the already somewhat cold room suddenly dropped by three points.

"Is it an illusion? or is it a ......?"

If it's an illusion, who did it? But what if it's not an illusion? Bu Qianhuai forcibly strengthened his courage, but his scalp was still numb, and he stared at the mirror tightly, but the true yuan spread out, perceiving everything around him.

But it gradually became clear in my heart that there was no breath of life at all, at least, people below the god of enlightenment were definitely not in this small building.

"I've seen something. ”

Stepping on the step, gently biting the middle finger of his left hand, he used the true yuan to condense a Dao Gate talisman and other words in the air, and silently recited the mantra: "People come to separate the heavy paper ghosts and come to the next mountain, and a thousand evils can't get rid of it." ”

But the cold atmosphere in the room did not disperse, but there were some strange sounds that flickered and flickered.

'This ...... No, it should be my own problem...... 'I was silent, but I saw that all the lights in the corridor outside the house were extinguished, but under the moonlight, the smoke emitted by the extinguished lamps added a little uncertainty.

Slowly moving his steps, trying to open the door and see what was going on outside. But suddenly I heard very clear footsteps.

It stands to reason that such a terrifying scene would be great if you could meet someone. However, Bu Qianhuai's face was pale, because his true yuan spread out, and he didn't have any breath at all. In other words, the sound of footsteps is not made by living things at all.

With a clench of both hands, the behemoth true yuan exploded, the doors and windows were all washed open, and the Xuan Bing Gang Qi condensed into the wind, whistling endlessly.

"Presumptuous! What a demon!" he said, and the red blood evil qi erupted, making the room even more weird.

But the sound of footsteps did not leave, but flickered, making people unpredictable, the left hand grasped, the scabbard in the hand, the right hand suddenly drew the knife, out of the door. The blade poked out of the door first, and the long knife was gently turned in his right hand, but there was only an ordinary scene reflected in the blade, followed by his left foot half-stepping on the threshold, and the afterglow scanned both sides, and there was nothing unusual. The quiet small building, because of Bu Qianhuai's stay, the other life-chasing envoys who temporarily lived here naturally did not dare to continue to stoop here, and left one after another. And Bu Qianhuai has no habit of being served, so now in the small building, there is only Bu Qianhuai.

The sound of wind chimes rattled on the roof of the building, and the windows and doors shook slightly, which was the wind.

The wind whistled, the wind chimes swayed, and it was Bu Qianhuai's restless heart that was affected. It's not the kind of threatening uneasiness when I used to refine the body, and it's not the kind of innate strength that I encountered the day after tomorrow. Rather, it is the most primitive, fearful. Born of the unknown and the most avoidable of all, fear.

Leave the house completely, stand in front of the guardrail, and look around. The footsteps are gone, replaced by silence, absolute silence, silence that makes people panic.

Exhale at this time, but the breath in my heart has been lifted, and this state also makes me a little tired, as a congenital, except for fighting, there are few things that make me so tired.

"Smack!"

Feeling the sound behind him, Bu Qianhuai turned back suddenly, but in front of the dressing table in the door behind him, the mirror was off, and he directly staggered the door, facing the moonlight, and in front of the mirror, a jade comb was shining under the moonlight.

"I don't know who the senior is?

No one answered the Q&A, but let Qianhuai let go of his fear, after all, this comb may have been left by someone to tell him, but no one answered, it should be that he didn't want him to know. Directly holding the knife and walking towards the dressing table, he looked at it, but the jade comb in front of the mirror just now was inexplicably missing.

muttered to himself, but became more uneasy, and somewhat overturned the previous assumption: "What do you mean......?"

Slowly walked to the mirror, but the mirror was moved with its back to him, endured the cold, gently pinched the bracket behind the mirror with his left hand, and slowly turned around.

Suddenly, when Bu Qianhuai turned halfway, his pupils widened, and the hairs on his whole body exploded, because in the half-moved mirror, it was clear that a person with long hair couldn't see clearly, combing his hair with that jade comb. Suddenly looked to the left, but there was no one, no trace at all. I walked directly to the mirror, but I didn't have my own figure at all.

"In the mirror?"

Xuan Binggang's volley was launched, directly condensing the entire brass ancient mirror, but the figure in the mirror continued to comb his hair. Through the irregular ice cubes, it is more like a mirror. And just when Bu Qianhuai was at a loss, Gu Jing's figure stopped, and the hand combing his hair stopped in mid-air, looking up at Bu Qianhuai. Although it was pitch black and he couldn't see any faces, Bu Qianhuai felt that the feeling of being stared at was very strong. And there is a feeling, a feeling of hatred.

Subconsciously took two steps back, Bu Qianhuai figured out a little, this is a ghost in front of him! And he should be here for revenge, right? But he killed so many people, who knows who he is?

Unable to condense, Bu Qianhuai directly pinched it with his left hand, and suddenly the mirror shattered along with the ice and spilled it to the ground. Looking closely at the fragments, there is nothing wrong with illuminating the surrounding scenery without surprise.

There was a feeling of tiredness, this kind of huge mental pressure, so that Qianhuai poked the autumn wind on the ground with his right hand, and held it with his backhand to support his body. Bent over, holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, resting his head on his hands, he exhaled heavily.

"Click...... Click......"

Suddenly opened his eyes, but his body was a little stiff, and he didn't dare to move, because this was not a person, Bu Qianhuai had killed a lot of people, but he had only seen ghosts once! He was not one of those Taoist priests who caught ghosts, and he was happier to see ghosts than his father and mother.

Feeling that the footsteps were getting closer and closer, Bu Qianhuai did not move his body in the slightest, but when the footsteps reached the thing in front of him, he suddenly got up, stabbed forward with the autumn wind, and struck an uproar, even if it was an innate enlightenment, he did not dare to take such a blow, but it was such a blow, but it was empty and hit the air. But thankfully, the footsteps seemed to have disappeared. Holding the knife, twenty breaths, no follow-up footsteps, Bu Qianhuaicai's heart was slightly lowered, he moved his steps back, took out a fire fold from his arms with his left hand, and lit the oil lamp on the bookcase again.

When the firelight illuminates the room, I exhale deeply. In times of absolute fear, light is definitely the most reassuring comfort, which is like a subconscious thought that will grasp everything when encountering a water disaster, and will hurry up to drink water when you choke on eating. Looking around left and right, he grabbed the scabbard with his left hand and gently retracted the chopping autumn wind into the sheath, but when the knife was halfway into the sheath, his eyes could no longer be removed. Because on the blade of the knife facing him, a pale-faced woman was staring at herself with a jade comb in her hand on the beam.