Chapter 8 Crisis
With a smile on his face, Liang Xingyang took out his student ID card and asked the driver to give him a discount on the fare. The driver sternly refused, so he could only pay the fare with a pained face and got out of the car.
Guanjiang Community.
The first thing you see is a huge prototype arch, inside which you can see rows of recently completed properties.
Dozens of high-rise buildings and hundreds of high-end villas hidden among them, the two types of buildings are well-proportioned.
Guanjiang Garden is a large-scale community. The community is built along the river. Both the geographical location and the environment are perfect.
It is not far from the city, has convenient transportation and low population density, making it an ideal living choice.
Moreover, most of the entire property has been built, and there is no pre-sale. It is just a billboard with an average price of 50,000.
A wealthy area built by Zhang Wei's father Zhang Xiangui and several wealthy developers.
This price is a bit painful for a well-off family, but for those who are rich, it is nothing.
What wealthy people value is the investment value of a community, not their immediate need for a house.
After Liang Xingyang got out of the car, he looked up at the high-rise buildings and high-end villas, his face slightly complicated.
In his previous life, he was just a poor student who had walked out of the mountains, and his life experience was still in the university period when he had half a foot to enter the society. Even if he was confident that he would be able to live comfortably after entering the society based on what he had learned in his major, but faced with the market The high housing prices in the area made me feel a little uneasy.
Liang Xingyang walked around the community for more than ten minutes and found a road sign with the name D District inside the community.
In the original work, the old house during the Republic of China was in a small village near Area D.
There are still several unfinished building projects in Area D, surrounded by concrete buildings wrapped in bamboo shelves and green mesh.
After passing through this area, we found the demolished small village.
I tried hard to recall the original work in my mind, but could not find the specific location information of the old house during the Republic of China period.
After Liang Xingyang walked around the small village for thirty minutes...
"Er Zhuzi, when we find the antique, you won't have to worry about the money for your wife." A strong worker He took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile.
"Brother Agou, is this really not illegal?" Erzhuzi, a young man wearing work clothes and a helmet, said with a nervous expression and some worry.
"I'm afraid of a hammer. If I don't tell anyone, no one will know! After we finish this job, let's go back to our hometown. Even if the police find out, they won't be able to find anyone." Chen Gou, a strong worker, stubbed out his cigarette butts and vowed.
The two workers were talking side by side, not even noticing Liang Xingyang hiding in the corner.
Time went back to five minutes ago. Liang Xingyang wandered around the small village alone for a long time, but had no luck and couldn't find the old house.
It wasn’t until I suddenly spotted two workers coming together from a distance that things took a turn for the better.
Because I was worried that I would be discovered, I originally wanted to take shelter in a corner and then go look for the ancient house of the Republic of China. Unexpectedly, I bumped into the other party's private conversation.
Unsurprisingly, these two people are the missing workers who were unfortunately pulled into the mirror by the ghost mirror because of their greed for antiques.
That means that as long as he follows them, he can successfully find the location of the ancient house of the Republic of China.
Liang Xingyang cheered up and followed them secretly, not daring to get too close for fear of being discovered by the two sensitive people who were already guilty of thieves.
Turn left and turn right.
"We're here."
The old house of the Republic of China comes into view. The house is two stories high and is entirely built of blue bricks.
The wood supporting the tiles on the top has rotted and collapsed, and a large area is covered with weeds and moss.
The walls of the house are covered with a layer of wall-creepers, the leaves are thick and thick, and they grow very well. However, because it has been unoccupied for a long time, the surrounding desolation and dilapidation have added to this old Republic of China house. Somewhat eerie.
Two people named Brother Agou and Erzhuzi had already entered, and Liang Xingyang followed them into the house.
The building here has a history of more than a hundred years, and the walls are old and cracked. In addition, it rained heavily a few days ago, and the wind and rain poured in, making the room even darker and damper, and there was a smell of microbial decay everywhere. It gives people a cold feeling.
Suddenly.
There was a loud noise from the second floor.
Liang Xingyang followed up on tiptoe. The corridor on the second floor became darker and darker as he walked. At the end of the passage, there was a blue brick wall with three rooms and three special doors.
The electric drill has broken through the wall and drilled a hole. Through the magical operation of a wire, two workers opened the lock of the wooden door from the inside.
"Brother Agou, look, there is only one mirror here."
"Er Zhuzi, it seems there is nothing valuable here."
"Ah, Brother Gou, help me, there is something in the mirror Something grabbed my hand."
Liang Xingyang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this. It seemed that something had happened to the young worker.
The moment he quickly entered the room with the wooden door, he suddenly saw a scene of a strong worker desperately pulling the young worker's shoulders.
The young worker stood uncontrollably in front of a dressing mirror that was as tall as a person, with his body maintaining a strange and uncontrollable forward leaning posture, as if something was trying to pull him into the mirror from the outside.
Liang Xingyang could see that even though the strong worker tried his best, he still couldn't stop the young worker from being quickly dragged into the mirror with his head and body, and he was still sinking rapidly.
Soon, even the strong workers will be swallowed by the ghost mirror.
"Suffered."
Seeing this, Liang Xingyang had to take action. The right hand grasped the other shoulder of the young worker. He exerted force on his hand, and a faint black shadow gradually filled the arm. The huge force affected the young worker's sunken body.
The young worker's tendency to lean forward was stopped by Liang Xingyang's strength, and his body began to slowly withdraw from the mirror.
The strong worker was surprised, his eyes showed gratitude, and he wanted to say something to Liang Xingyang.
Liang Xingyang suddenly had a strange expression on his face and stared blankly at the sudden split in his right hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the face of the man who had not appeared in the mirror. His heart suddenly twitched and a look of fear appeared on his face.
Then he motioned to the strong worker to look back.
The strong man turned his head and took a look, almost scared out of his mind.
I saw that the young worker's green face was covered with corpse spots, and a large piece of his head was collapsed. His skull seemed to have been broken by something, and his eye sockets were hollow. He didn't know when his eyes were broken. Poached away.
Young worker he died.
I was attacked by at least three kinds of ghosts in the ghost mirror.
“Give up, he is already dead.”
Liang Xingyang shook his head and motioned to the strong worker to let go of the young worker’s body.
It's just that although the strong worker was scared, he was unwilling to let go. It seemed that he wanted to pull the young worker's body out of the ghost mirror.
But the power in the mirror was even greater, and he almost fell into the ghost mirror.
For the sake of a corpse, Liang Xingyang was naturally unwilling to continue to waste his supernatural power.
But we cannot just watch this man die.
The black shadow covering his right hand became thicker at this time, as if his arm had turned into a thick shadow.
Suddenly, the young worker's shoulder bones were removed by supernatural power. The strong worker let out a low growl before being knocked down by the recoil of his own pull.
Liang Xingyang shook his head, and now he had time to observe his arms.
His right arm was under the inexplicable influence of the Lord of Ghost Eyes. There was a deep gash in the wrist, as if it had been cut by some kind of sharp weapon. The blood and flesh in the wound were turned out, but there was no pain. There was no blood flowing out, and the skin around the wound began to rot slightly.
He felt that if he used this supernatural power a few more times, his entire right hand would become useless.
The eyes of the strong worker were red, and he understood that he alone could not resist the power in the mirror.
Tears rolled down his face, his mouth opened wide and he screamed silently, holding the shoulder bones in his hands tightly and unwilling to let go.
I deleted some plots, and I felt like crying.
It’s the kind of thing where you circle a large section of text, then enter a word, and a large number of words turn into that one word. There is no way to restore it, you can only write it again.
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