On the dimly lit street, a group of six figures cautiously approached a dilapidated house.

There, there were bursts of fluorescence, constantly flickering out of them.

Liu Xiong walked in the front, he tensed his mind and came to the door of the dilapidated house.

At this moment, the flickering fluorescence inside suddenly disappeared.

"Why is that light gone?"

In the darkness, a faint voice came from behind Liu Xiong, with a little nervousness.

Liu Xiong ignored the person who spoke, he clenched the long sword in his hand, poured internal force into his whole body, and after being ready to shoot at any time, he took two steps forward and poked his head out to look into the dilapidated house.

At first glance, Liu Xiong saw a figure wearing the costume of the Thunder Sword Sect, standing motionless in the middle of the house.

Looking at his body shape, he is not very similar to Lin Yao, and he has lost a lot of weight.

Staring at the motionless figure in the room, which did not exude the slightest breath, a full dozen breaths passed, and then Liu Xiong took his steps again and stepped into the room.

This is a long-abandoned house, except for the doors and windows that are still in good condition, the rest of the place looks very dilapidated, and the environment is also dirty.

"Smack...... Smack......"

Liu Xiong stepped on the straw that filled the room and approached the figure in the house step by step.

Behind him, Lin Feng and his party also walked in looking around.

Soon, the six of them stopped beside the motionless figure in the room and took a closer look.

It was a dried corpse, as if it had been dead for a long time, and it was completely dry.

But the strange thing is that the clothes on the body of this dried corpse are very bright, as if they have only been worn on the body for a short time, and they do not look like they have withstood time at all.

"Master, this seems to be Senior Brother Lin Yao. ”

After observing for a long time, an exclamation suddenly came out of Lin Feng's mouth, and he pointed to the sword inserted in the corpse and continued.

"You see, this is Senior Brother Lin Yao's sword, I have carefully studied it, and I will definitely not admit it. ”

Listening to Lin Feng's sworn tone, Liu Xiong's right hand took out like lightning, and from this dried corpse, he felt a copper token.

On the front of the token, the word thunder is written, and on the reverse side is Lin Yao's name.

Looking at Lin Yao's identity token in his hand, Liu Xiong's five fingers slammed into a ball.

"Look for me and see if there are any noteworthy clues in him. ”

Looking at the dried corpse in front of him that seemed to have committed suicide with a sword, Liu Xiong ordered with a cold look in his eyes.

As he spoke, his eyes quickly swept over the corpse, and quickly froze in one place.

It was the palm of the cadre's left hand, where a round mirror was pinched in the palm of the cadre's hand.

staring at the round mirror, a feeling of palpitations suddenly gushed out from the bottom of Liu Xiong's heart.

In this case, Liu Xiong raised his eyes and looked at Lin Feng, who was searching for clues.

"Lin Feng, you go and take off the round mirror on the left hand of this dry corpse. ”

Lin Feng, who received the instructions, was stunned for a moment, he stopped his movements and looked at the left palm of the dried corpse.

There, there is a round mirror.

Under Liu Xiong's gaze, although Lin Feng was very reluctant in his heart, he could only bite the bullet and stretched out his hand to the left hand of the dried corpse.

Touching the cold skin of the dried corpse, Lin Feng forcibly held back the strangeness in his heart, forcefully broke the stiff fingers of the dried corpse, and took the round mirror in his hand.

This round mirror looks very old, very quaint, and has mysterious and complex red veins engraved on the back.

Other than that, there's not much to note.

After looking at the round mirror as a whole, Lin Feng came to such a conclusion in his heart.

"However, the mirror surface is quite smooth, and it is so comfortable to touch, just like touching Senior Sister Luo's thighs. ”

Touching the mirror surface of the round mirror, such a thought came to Lin Feng's mind.

Then, he glanced down at the smooth mirror, only to see a flash of fluorescence on it.

Then, Lin Feng's eyes began to become confused.

He slowly stretched out his hand and silently touched one of his companions beside him.

Liu Xiong stood beside Lin Yao's completely dried corpse, and since Lin Feng took off the mirror, his eyes widened silently, staring at him.

At the beginning, Lin Feng behaved quite normally, just looking at the round mirror over and over again.

But when Lin Feng looked at the mirror surface, Liu Xiong found that Lin Feng's whole person had changed and became weird.

He stared at the mirror of the round mirror with a strange smile, and at the same time stretched out his hand to the other disciple beside him, and silently touched the hilt of the disciple's sword.

Then he bent his fingers and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

The next moment, a loud roar resounded throughout the room.

"Lin Feng, don't you wake up soon?"

Liu Xiong's internal force poured into his chest and let out a loud roar at Lin Feng, trying to wake him up from his current strange state.

However, this was useless, only listening to the sound of "Qiang" drawing the sword, Lin Feng pulled the long sword out of the scabbard with a sharp movement, and stabbed the sword into the heart of the disciple beside him.

"Ding......

At the critical moment, Liu Xiong raised his sword to stop this killing blow.

"Lin Feng, what do you want to do. ”

In the dilapidated room, a frightened and angry shout rang out.

The disciple who was attacked by Lin Feng took a few steps back with a frightened expression, and distanced himself from Lin Feng.

Lin Feng turned a deaf ear to his companion's questioning voice, with a strange smile on his face, and the hand holding the long sword waved violently.

"Poof......

The sound of a sharp blade cutting through the flesh clearly reached the ears of Liu Xiong and others in this dim night.

Lin Feng held the sword, and after cutting his throat with a sword, he still had that weird smile on his face, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

Dark red blood, like a fountain, gushed out of his throat and spilled all over the ground.

Then, under the traction of a mysterious force, it flowed to the bronze mirror that was tightly held in Lin Feng's hand.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Xiong was cold, and he finally knew how the dried corpse beside him came from.

"Let's go!"

Without paying attention to Lin Feng, who was already dead, Liu Xiong let out a loud shout and hurriedly walked out of the house.

"Hoo ......"

But at this moment, a strange gust of wind suddenly set off, and with a "bang", the door of the house was closed.

Moreover, two huge mirrors, at some point, were attached to the inside of the door, emitting bursts of ghostly light, so that Liu Xiong did not dare to approach easily.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Liu Xiong's eyes froze, he didn't care about the door of the house again, but turned his eyes and looked at the window.

Over there, there are no mirrors blocking the road.

Just as Liu Xiong was about to rush out of this strange room in one go, an extremely dry arm suddenly grabbed his arm from behind.