Chapter 132 Evil Mirror Hell (Can everyone vote for the monthly vote?)
In the old house, Zhou Wen opened the door, looked at everything in the room, swallowed, and felt a little drumming in his heart for no reason. At this time In the room, the candlelight flickered, and it was obviously a white candle, but it lit up with red light. The red candlelight enveloped the room, and it was obviously white when viewed from outside the room.
In the center of the room, there is a fair-skinned bride wearing a wedding dress and a red hijab. Next to the bride, standing upright, is a young man with dark skin. A living person, obviously a corpse that had been dead for an unknown period of time.
The candlelight flickered, and an illusory mirror stood in front of the bride and the young man. Two white wax sticks were burning on both sides. Through the mirror, Zhou Wen could clearly see the young man's face.
Looking at this strange scene, Zhou Wen felt cold in his heart and his face was uncertain:
"Is this the target of my message?"
Zhou Wen stared at the bride surrounded by red light, his body trembling a little. This bride was not alive at first glance, she looked like a ghost no matter how she looked!
There is also this corpse that looks like a young man. Why does it seem weird the more he looks at it?
When he thinks that he is in the same room with a ghost or two ghosts, Zhou Wen feels a little confused. It was cold and his face was very pale.
Looking at the motionless bride in the room, Zhou Wen gritted his teeth and looked at the time. It was already 11:59:
"Time is running out, we must send the letter as soon as possible, otherwise we will all die!"
Thinking of this, Zhou Wen took out the letter from his pocket and looked at the bright red color on the letter. Fearful, he swallowed his saliva and without hesitation, he took the letter and walked towards the bride, handing the letter to the bride as he walked.
The candlelight swayed, the red light enveloped the whole room, the illusory mirror, the beautiful bride, and the weird young man. It all looked weird, but it felt normal, as if it should be like this. .
Zhou Wen slowly approached the bride and handed over the letter in his hand. Zhou Wen looked at the letter that was getting closer and closer to the bride. It would be a lie to say he was not afraid. You must know that this is a ghost!
In the room with swaying red light, a blood-red letter slowly approached the bride until it touched the bride’s wedding dress. The moment the letter touched the bride, the room was filled with candlelight. It changed instantly, from red to pale white.
The blood-red letter instantly ignited without fire. The originally illusory mirror suddenly stretched out countless illusory hands from inside, grabbing directly at the young man beside the bride.
Things happened so suddenly. Before Zhou Wen could react what was going on, the young man next to the bride was forcibly pulled into the mirror by those illusory hands. As the young man was pulled into In the mirror, the originally illusory mirror disappeared instantly. Two burning white wax sticks suddenly went out, and the room was suddenly enveloped in darkness.
Zhou Wen stared at all this blankly, his mouth wide open and speechless. The letter in his hand had burned up and turned into a black ash and fell from Zhou Wen's raised hand.
Zhou Wen was confused. He didn’t know what happened, but he knew that he might be doomed, because just when the candlelight went out, he clearly watched the beautiful bride move. , the bride's wedding dress was swaying crazily, Zhou Wen knew that the bride might be angry, and furious.
This is just Zhou Wen's opinion of the bride. Of course, if the bride has emotions, she will definitely be furious.
Zhou Wen looked at the pitch black darkness, turned around and ran away without saying a word. Zhou Wen thought that before the bride could kill him, as long as he ran fast enough, he might be able to escape.
It’s a pity that Zhou Wen’s thoughts are beautiful, but the reality is cruel. Before Zhou Wen could take two steps, a coldness spread over him, making him freeze in place. Zhou Wen’s His face suddenly became gray, and his eyes were full of horror and disbelief:
"How could it be possible? The ghost in me has been suppressed! How? I can’t even resist!”
“Impossible! The ghost in me is so terrifying. Even the ghost in the peach forest couldn’t suppress it. Why didn’t this bride touch it? When it comes to me, the ghost is suppressed!”
“No, this is impossible, it must be fake, it must be my imagination!”
"Yes! It must be an illusion. It must have been the bride who made me hallucinate just now! There can't be such a terrifying ghost in this world!"
Zhou Wen, his face was extremely distorted, his eyes were full of fear, and he kept repeating in his heart I thought this was an illusion, this was fake, there was no way such a terrifying ghost could exist.
But just for an instant, the look in Zhou Wen's eyes began to dim, and his body began to become cold, and the coldness completely enveloped Zhou Wen:
"It turns out it's not an illusion..."
This is the last one before Zhou Wen’s death Thoughts, with a plop, Zhou Wen fell forward and fell straight to the ground, losing his vitality. Zhou Wen was dead. He died without even having a chance to use the power of the ghost. In front of the strange bride, this kind of garbage could not even struggle. No chance...
In the dark room, the strange bride walked past Zhou Wen's body and walked out of the room. As the bride walked out of the room, a dim yellow mud road appeared in front of her. The bride walked on the yellow mud road and slowly disappeared into the old house. .
As the bride left, Zhou Wen's body began to rot in an instant, and it rotted into a pile of dust in an instant. The door of the room that was originally open closed with a bang, and the old house returned to its previous quietness. And peaceful, as if what just happened never happened.
But in front of the peach forest, Xia Qing and the others had disappeared, leaving a pile of burned paper ashes on the spot, and dozens of twisted and rotten corpses lying crookedly nearby.
A dark figure stood quietly in front of the peach forest. The figure's eyes were blood red and the body was a little twisted. A dark wind blew by, and the peach forest began to sway. The corpses that fell on the ground looked strange. They began to squirm, but within a moment, the twisted and rotting corpses began to stand up from the ground one by one, and then walked towards the Taolin.
At this moment, the old house and Taolin have returned to their former peace, and seem to be a good place for retirement. Of course, if there are not those weird things...
But it was said that there was a strange place, with nothing all around, and a young man with a pale face and black skin lying on the ground. The darkness around him was as deep as water, and he could not see the bottom at a glance. Everywhere he could see was darkness, as if there was no end.
The surroundings were very quiet, with black shadows standing quietly in the darkness, as if they had merged into the darkness.
The young man lying on the ground had blue and black hands all over his body, and scratch marks appeared on the young man's body, which was strange and ominous.
In the silent space, there was no sound, no light, only darkness. I don’t know how long it had passed, but the young man who was lying motionless on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of dead and empty eyes turned slightly. .
The moment the young man's eyes opened, the ghost hand that had been holding the young man's body retracted instantly as if being burned by fire, and let go of the young man.
And at the moment when those ghost hands let go, the young man's green and black stiff hand instantly grabbed a hand that had not had time to disappear. In just a moment, the ghost hand that was grabbed by the young man lost its movement. The ability was held stiffly in the hands of the young man.
The moment the ghost hand lost its ability to move, the ghost hand suddenly integrated into the young man's body. In less than a blink of an eye, the young man's hand began to change. Hei's hand actually began to turn from blue-black to pale white, as if the ghosts were complementary to each other, and the ghost was regarded as a puzzle piece by the young man.
In the pitch-black space, the young man slowly stood up, his face numb, his eyes lifeless and empty, and he slowly walked towards the darkness. The sound of footsteps sounded in the silence, which seemed particularly abrupt and disharmonious. .
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The next day, early morning
Dachang City, in a conference room, today is the day when the headquarters holds a meeting in Dachang City, so all the ghost controllers who came to support Dachang City will come to participate. The purpose of this meeting is very simple, it is to tell the story of the S-class incident in Dachang City Supernatural, starving ghost incident.
Let these ghost masters be mentally prepared when encountering supernatural events of this level in the future.
Originally Lin Qian promised to participate before, but because the ghost painting was about to be revived, Lin Qian did not come to participate. Now, even if Lin Qian wanted to come, he could not come. He is still in the ghost blood. Soaked, life or death uncertain.
In the conference room at this time, Li Jun stood beside Wang Xiaoming without saying a word. Cao Yanhua and Zhao Jianguo looked at the ghost masters sitting at the conference table with calm expressions. Although these people were organized, The lack of discipline is really a bit of a headache.
But at least they would not threaten the headquarters whenever Lin Qian and Yang Jian disagreed, which made Cao Yanhua feel more comfortable.
The conference room was quite noisy. The ghost masters were chatting with each other. Some were discussing the starving ghost incident in Dachang City, some were discussing what to eat for lunch today, and some were even discussing how to wait for the meeting to end. Do you want to find some women or something?
Anyway, we can talk about everything, but Xiong Wenwen, who is usually very naughty, is sitting next to Wang Xiaoming with a melancholy look on his face, saying nothing. He feels that Professor Wang Xiaoming is the only one who can protect him now.
He knew that Lin Qian would come over to attend the meeting later. If Lin Qian was still thinking about the ghost in him at that time, Xiong Wenwen felt that he might be in danger, so the scene could protect his life. Professor Wang Xiaoming is the only one.
As long as Professor Wang Xiaoming doesn't hand him over, he will be safe. Of course Wang Xiaoming knows what this little kid is thinking, and he also knows that this little kid was frightened by Lin Qian's previous request.
But this is good, to prevent this little kid from being too naughty. If he hadn’t known that Lin Qian would show up later, according to this little kid’s character, he would have slapped the table and started scolding those ghost controllers. .
At this time, there were still ghost masters coming in from outside the conference room, including Yang Jian.
After Yang Jian entered the conference room, the originally noisy conference room suddenly became quiet. They all looked at Yang Jian. Cao Yang, the trash, looked at Yang Jian and his eyes flickered:
“This is the ghost-eyed detective Yang who handled the starving ghost incident. Time? He looks so young.”
Because the headquarters did not release Lin Qian’s information, the ghost controllers present did not know that Lin Qian was there. Originally, Wang Xiaoming and the others planned to When Lin Qian arrived, it was announced that Lin Qian had dealt with the starving ghost.
Tong Qian looked at Yang Jian who was coming with a complicated expression. She just glanced at Yang Jian and then looked away.
Xiong Wenwen looked at Yang Jian who was walking over, and suddenly became nervous. He raised his head and looked behind Yang Jian, and found that Lin Qian was not following Yang Jian. Xiong Wenwen breathed a sigh of relief.
When Cao Yanhua and Wang Xiaoming saw that Yang Jian was coming alone, their expressions changed a little, and they only had one thought in their minds:
"Where is Lin Qian? Why didn't he follow Yang Jian? ? Or Yang Jian came here first, Lin Qian will be there later? "
Looking at the approach. Yang Jian and Wang Xiaoming's eyes flickered, and they followed Cao Yanhua and the others to Yang Jian. Cao Yanhua looked at the young man in front of him, then looked behind Yang Jian, and found that there was still no shadow of Lin Qian, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused:
"Yang Jian, Lin Qian didn't follow you here?"
Yang Jian ignored the ghost controller in the conference room and didn't pay much attention:
"Lin Qian can't come."
Hearing Yang Jian say this, Cao Yanhua and the others' expressions changed slightly. , Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian with a dull expression and pushed He pushed up his glasses and said:
"What's wrong with him?"
"Well, Lin Qianli Ghost is about to recover. He went to solve the problem of Li Ghost's recovery, so he came to this meeting. No more.”
Hearing this, Cao Yanhua and Zhao Jianguo's expressions changed. Even the stern Li Jun's expression changed more or less:
"Lin Qianli is about to wake up? Are you kidding, Lin Can such a person be revived? "
This is Cao Yan Hua Zai's first reaction when he heard the news, but then he thought of a new question. Looking at Yang Jian, Cao Yanhua asked directly:
"Lin Qian is that ghost who is about to revive?" ?”
Yang Jian looked at Cao Yanhua and shook his head:
"Minister Cao, what you are asking is, you ask me, I will ask who to ask."
Cao Yanhua was stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, it was the same reason.
Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian, pushed up his glasses, and a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes:
"It is the ghost painting that is about to revive. The chance of the starving ghost recovering is low, after all The starving ghost has most likely been killed by Lin Qian. Look Lin Qian’s ability to control the ghost painting has not reached a perfect level, otherwise the ghost painting will not be revived according to Lin Qian’s methods.”
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming also knew what was going on. Here:
"It seems that it is because of the horror park that the ghost painting recovered early, and the recovery time is definitely very short, otherwise Lin Qian would not even attend this meeting."
Yang Jian Looking at Wang Xiaoming with a calm face, he smiled and said to Wang Xiaoming Said:
"Lin Qian said that as long as I tell him about the ghost's resurrection, Professor Wang will understand. It seems that Lin Qian is right."
As he said that, Yang Jian His eyes narrowed, and he had a new understanding of the two people's minds.
After hearing what Yang Jian said, Cao Yanhua and Zhao Jianguo turned to look at Wang Xiaoming with curiosity on their faces:
"Professor Wang, do you know that Lin Qian is the ghost who is about to resuscitate?"
Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian with a calm face and did not answer the question:
"I'm talking about this when I go back. , since Yang Jian is here, let’s start the meeting. It doesn’t matter if Lin Qian comes or not, as long as Yang Jian is here.”
After that, he walked towards the conference table. , Cao Yanhua looked at Wang Xiaoming who was walking to the conference table without saying anything. He knew that Lin Qian's matter could not be discussed here. The matter of Gui Hua and Starving Ghost, when Lin Qian did not take the initiative to speak out, they had better It's better not to talk about it casually, and you can't talk about the starving ghosts and ghost paintings here. If you talk about it, unnecessary trouble may arise.
Yang Jian didn’t care much about what Wang Xiaoming said. Anyway, he came here this time to take the blame for Lin Qian. He would have to take the blame for the starving ghost later. It depends on when Lin Qian becomes full. (End of chapter)