Chapter 239 Hell of Evil Mirror
The mountains and fields are vast, and small buildings are located here. Lin Qian followed the fork in the road and got on the road. The road was not clean, but it was also dirty, at least there was not much yellow mud.
The motorcycle carrying passengers was driving on the road. Lin Qian stood on the side of the road, squinting his eyes slightly. In his field of vision, an old bus slowly passed by, its cold lights, Shine ahead.
He knew this car, a supernatural bus. Looking at the bus driving in the illusion, Lin Qian also understood at this moment that the other side of Tianshui Village was a supernatural place.
“It’s a bit troublesome, but this time is also an opportunity. If the other side of Tianshui Village is a supernatural place, then as long as you go in by yourself, you can basically eat a large group of ghosts.”
"As long as you don't seek death and don't break the suppression of your predecessors, you can do whatever you want."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and recalled the address on the red letter and the information according to the local In human terms, he knows which team he is currently on.
The seventh team he is going to can be seen just by walking along the road. It won't take long.
Looking at this winding road, there are woods and bamboo gardens on both sides, a river ditch passes under the road, and the cliff ends at the end.
Looking at all this, Lin Qian started to think:
"Don't waste too much time here. Go there as soon as possible. If you can enter another Tianshui Village, then go in and have a look. If you can't, forget it."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian no longer hesitated, her body was green and red. In a flash, Lin Qian and Coco disappeared instantly, and a blue mark flashed towards the front of the road.
On the dark sky, clouds rolled in and out, and the sun was shrouded in clouds, unable to break through this layer of cover.
In front of an old house, a flash of green and red flashed, and Lin Qian, holding a red umbrella, appeared in front of the old house.
“Is this the destination of the letter?”
Lin Qian looked at the dilapidated two-story building with serious eyes. Around it, Lin Qian did not see any ghosts or anything unusual.
As if this is just an old house with a long history, the old house is very dilapidated, the door has been broken, the ground is covered with dust, and a smell of decay surrounds the nose.
Lin Qian frowned. This place seemed too ordinary. Sometimes ordinary is the biggest abnormal, especially in a place like this.
Looking at this ordinary old house, Lin Qian's eyes flashed. He hesitated for a while before walking in. He had to deliver today's letter, and he couldn't let go of his presence here. go out.
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The door was pushed open, stirring up a burst of dust. Lin Qian waved his hand to disperse the floating dust.
The style of the old house is a bit strange, a bit like European style, and a bit like the style of the Republic of China.
"Chinese and European mix?"
Lin Qian frowned and looked around, and found that it was indeed different from the style of the Republic of China in his impression. It looked very strange.
Lin Qian looked up and saw that the ceiling of the old house had been shattered and several cracks were spreading.
The surroundings were dim, and a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground. You could clearly leave a footprint when walking on it.
There are not many rooms on the first floor, only two or three. The doors of these rooms have collapsed and are weathered.
Lin Qian looked at this scene and didn't pay attention to these rooms. They were normal and there were no ghosts inside.
On the side of the first floor, there is an old winding staircase. The handrails of the stairs have long been corroded by time and have become tattered. Lin Qian walked towards the stairs.
The cracked floor looks like it will break at any time. Lin Qian doesn't care about this. He is now in the ghost realm of the red umbrella. Touching these things will basically leave no traces. , and you don’t have to worry about breaking these floors.
The thing he was looking for should be on the second floor. He could feel that there was something strange and ominous on the second floor.
Going up to the second floor, Lin Qian stopped at the top of the stairs. There was only one room in sight, a room made entirely of blue bricks. There was no keyhole on the door of the room, it was simply welded shut. of.
Lin Qian's eyes flashed, the ghost realm could not invade this room, something was blocking his ghost realm.
"A room made of gold? What is inside?"
Lin Qian walked to the door of the room, reached out and gently touched the blue bricks above, feeling a coldness in his hands Appear.
He stretched out his hand and squeezed hard, the bluestone broke into pieces, and a piece of golden color came into view. It was indeed gold as he thought.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes and knocked lightly. The sound was very dull, but the sound was not too thin.
"It's a bit troublesome. What's inside such thick gold."
Lin Qian stared at this ordinary-looking room, muttering in her heart.
If you want to deliver a letter, you must open the door to the room, but the existence inside gives Lin Qian a headache. He rushes in without knowing the situation, and he is also a little panicked.
Lin Qian looked at the room hesitantly, a little silent. What he encountered today was very strange. Basically, there were ghosts along the way. Living people and ghosts were in mirror images, and there were also those who used corpses to grow vegetables on the roof. people.
This Tianshui Town has reached an unbelievable level of weirdness. If it was said to be done by people from the Republic of China, Lin Qian would not believe it even to death. The old people from the Republic of China didn’t have this ability yet. They couldn’t do this. Kind of handwriting.
In the dim corridor, Lin Qian stood in front of the room, the red light in his eyes flickering. He didn't know what was in this room, but he knew that this room might be the source of Tianshui Village, and also Possibly a portal into the mirror world.
Neither of these two guesses was good news. Lin Qian let out a breath and reached out to take off the ghost glasses. Coco reached out to take the ghost glasses and put them on her face.
Lin Qian rubbed Coco's head, his blood-red pupils looking particularly eerie in the darkness.
"Go in and take a look. There's no use hiding."
Thinking of this, Lin Qian directly reached out and inserted his hand into the gold. The gold was not hard, and Lin Qian easily left five fingers on it. Hole.
Looking inside through the five small holes, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Lin Qian was not surprised. His body was flashing green and red, and the ghost realm spread along the five small holes. .
In just an instant, Lin Qian disappeared and entered the room. After entering the room, Lin Qian's pupils shrank slightly.
The room was empty, very empty. There was only a dark mirror in the corner of the room.
The surface of the mirror was dark, and the frame was made of old locust wood. There were small simple characters carved on each side of the frame, which were carved with small seals.
The mirror frame on the left is engraved with the word "Yang", and on the right is the word "Yin". Lin Qian looked at the mirror, his eyes full of solemnity. He guessed correctly, what is placed in this room It is the source of Tianshui Village.
This mirror is the entrance to another Tianshui Village. Lin Qian's eyes flashed and he hesitated for a while. Seeing that there was no movement in the mirror, he walked towards the mirror.
When I came to the mirror, a sense of depression came from the darkness in the mirror, and the chill and horror were growing.
Lin Qian let out a breath of cold air and took out the red letter from his pocket. But the moment Lin Qian took out the red letter, a big blood-red hand suddenly stretched out from the mirror.
He grabbed Lin Qian's arm and pulled it towards the mirror. Lin Qian's face suddenly changed, and his eyes were full of disbelief:
"What the hell, it instantly suppressed the starving ghost, and even restarted No chance!”
Not waiting for Lin. Qian wanted to understand what was going on, and he was pulled into the mirror. Darkness rolled in, and the room became even more gloomy. An old man appeared outside the room door, staring at the finger hole inserted by Lin Qian, and shook his head. , didn't say anything, just silently filled the five small holes.
In the dark rooms, Lin Qian's eyes suddenly opened, full of horror:
"What level of evil ghost, almost suppressed the starving ghost to death."
"Little guy, what are you doing? Why don't you get away from the mirror quickly?"
An old voice sounded in Lin Qian's ears. Lin Qian was suddenly startled and turned around to look over. Only then did Lin Qian notice the situation here.
He is currently in a room with a very retro layout. A mahogany bed is next to the wall, and a table is placed not far away.
A white-haired, slightly hunchbacked old man was sitting at the table, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Lin Qian stared at the old man and turned to look behind him. There was a mirror hanging there. The surface of the mirror was smooth and delicate, and the frame was very new. It looked like the one that had just been made.
"Little guy, stop looking. If you want to go out, you have to take a car. You can't get out from here."
The white-haired old man looked at Lin Qian, noticed Lin Qian's gaze, and said with a smile. .
Lin Qian's eyes flashed with red light, she moved slightly, left the mirror, stared at the strange old man, and was silent for a while before asking:
"You are the one this time The recipient of the letter? "
"Ah, it's me. You are the fastest messenger I have ever seen delivering letters. You actually arrived two days early. I'm not dead yet. "
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The old man looked at Lin Qian with a smile, his cloudy eyes showing no expression at all.
Hearing the old man’s words, Lin Qian’s eyes twitched:
“Did you arrest me just now?”
“Well, it’s me, your boy’s strength Not weak, the devil in my body is ridiculously strong. If my body and bones were not good, I might have let you run away. "
The old man was sincere and had no intention of hiding anything. He admitted it openly.
Seeing the old man admitting it so simply, Lin Qian didn't know what to say. She looked at the old man and didn't know what to do for a while.
Fighting would definitely be difficult. Running would be fine, but he didn’t understand the situation here. If he ran, some variables might occur.
I didn’t hear what the old man said just now. Do you need to take a car to leave here? Lin Qian probably knew what kind of car to take.
"Why did you bring me into this damn place?" Lin Qiancong asked after a long silence.
Hearing Lin Qian's question, the old man laughed, took out a red umbrella from under the table and threw it to Lin Qian. Lin Qian directly reached out and took it. This thing originally belonged to him.
"I didn't do anything. I just wanted to see what the young people of this era are capable of. Now that I've seen it, I'm a little disappointed, but overall it's pretty good."
The old man sat up, with his hands behind his back, He walked towards the door, waving to Lin Qian to follow him.
Lin Qian hesitated slightly, but after looking at the red umbrella in his hand and the strength of the old man, Lin Qian followed the old man silently, not for anything else but because he couldn't beat him.
The old man pushed open the door to the room and saw a dark sky. Lin Qian looked at the sky and was already sure where this place was.
Follow the old man out of the room. Outside is a street. It is an empty street. Black figures stand motionless among the shops on both sides of the street.
The layout of the street was exactly the same as that of Tianshui Town in reality. Lin Qian looked back and saw that the room he had walked out of had disappeared and was replaced by a shop with a ghost standing inside.
"Little guy, do you know where this is?"
The old man suddenly asked a rather strange question.
Lin Qian looked back at the old man. The old man did not look back and kept walking slowly on the street. Lin Qian thought for a while and shook his head:
"I don't know."
The old man was not disappointed when he heard Lin Qian's answer. He turned to look at the little guy walking beside him, smiled and said:
"I don't know how normal a young man like you can be." There are ghosts only if you know. The inheritance has been discontinued since the Republic of China. It is normal not to know."
The old man's voice was very old, with a hint of regret in his tone.
"Does the little guy know the eighteen levels of hell?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing the old man's question, Lin Qian just calmly said "I know."
The old man nodded and led Lin Qian onto a bridge. Lin Qian knew this bridge as the Tianshui Bridge in reality, except that this bridge was older than the one in reality. Except for that, the rest is exactly the same.
Walking onto the bridge, under the bridge is the Tianshui River, but this is different from the Tianshui River in reality. The Tianshui River in reality is very shallow, and the river bed can be seen at a glance from the shallowest place.
But it was different here. The river was as dark as ink and bottomless. Lin Qian looked into the depths of the river and could see the shadow of a big fish looming in it. Occasionally, he would hear chains in his ears. The sounds of collision.
Lin Qian's eyes flashed red, and he was always vigilant. He couldn't do what was inside.
Lin Qian didn't feel it outside, but now that he was inside, the coldness and terror rushed towards his face. Just standing on the bridge, Lin Qian felt like he was on top of the huge mouth of the abyss.
Walking onto the bridge, the old man did not walk forward, but stood on the bridge with his hands behind his back, looking at the river quietly, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.
The dark wind blowing from the river blew across the old man's face, and his snow-white hair fell behind him.
Lin Qian's windbreaker was no longer black at this moment, but turned into blood red, and the half of the word "hi" on the windbreaker looked weird and inexplicable.
Coco huddled in Lin Qian's arms, staring straight at the river, or to be precise, at the ghost fish in the river, and swallowed from time to time.
From the beginning to the end, the old man never glanced at Coco, not even out of the corner of his eye. Lin Qian didn't care about this. He had never figured out the secrets of Coco. He also asked people from the Republic of China period.
Everyone of them avoided talking about it. No matter how I asked, they were unwilling to tell.
"Eighteen levels of hell, tongue pulling, scissors, iron tree, evil mirror, steamer, copper pillar, mountain of knives, iceberg, oil pan, cattle pit, stone pressure, mortar, blood pool, wasted death, torture , volcanoes, stone mills, knives and saws, which represent a total of eighteen kinds of sins in the legend, also It’s the Eighteen Levels of Torture.”
“Actually, this is just farting. The Eighteen Levels of Hell are actually just eighteen supernatural beings, that is, a supernatural place.”
The old man said. He looked at Lin Qian with a smile and said suddenly.
"In the era of our predecessors, that is, my era, eighteen levels of hell existed, but they were not the eighteen levels of hell in myths and legends, but ghosts or artifacts."
"At that time , we almost died because of this terrifying existence, but we are very lucky. There is a saying that is very good, in troubled times, there will be people of heaven and earth."
"Um, according to your opinion. That is to say Geniuses have the same meaning anyway. In that era, existences that controlled complete evil spirits appeared."
"Their appearance brought vitality to future generations, which was the chance to survive."
"They shattered the eighteen levels of hell, used their laws to form supernatural places, and dismembered countless evil ghosts and imprisoned them, causing them to fall into a cycle of death."
"This is basically the origin of the supernatural land, and the place where you and I are is also a hell called the Evil Mirror Hell."
Speaking of this, the old man looked at Lin Qian, his eyes full of sighs. Qian's pupils shrank slightly when he heard this secret.
Lin Qian stared at the river, his eyes flashing red, and he kept digesting the old man's words in his heart.
Seeing Lin Qian's silent look, the old man didn't care and continued:
"However, my evil mirror hell is not complete. It has also been broken into pieces. A total of Divided into three parts, that is, three ghost mirrors.”
"These three ghost mirrors have been used to imprison evil ghosts from the past until now. The three ghost mirrors are interconnected, but they are not connected."
"And I control one ghost mirror, so I cut off the ghost mirror. The other two ghost mirrors can communicate with each other. After all, the things I hold here cannot be released, nor can they be allowed to go elsewhere. "In the ghost mirror."
The old man looked at the slightly rippled river, his eyes a little dazed, and turned to look at Lin Qian:
"Little guy, do you know why the post office delivers letters. Come here?”
Hearing what the old man said, Lin Qian shook his head silently:
"I don't know, I just thought the letter from the post office was here to suppress you."
"Huh? Suppress me? Just rely on this broken letter?" The old man looked at Lin Qian in confusion.
Lin Qian: ...
Lin Qian is a little numb now. He feels that the more he listens to what the old man says, the more he feels that he can't do it.
Seeing that Lin Qian didn’t speak, the old man didn’t care, he shook his head and said:
"Suppressing it to the extreme is not about suppressing me, but about suppressing a fierce ghost."
"A fierce ghost? Are you serious?" Lin Qian turned around and looked at the old man in surprise, somewhat confused, what was it like? Do evil ghosts need to be suppressed with letters?
According to this old man’s strength, even a vicious ghost that he can’t deal with, can a letter be enough?
“Well, it’s a ghost, a ghost that entered the ghost mirror not long ago. This ghost is very weird. Because I control a ghost mirror, it can’t enter me.”
"But I entered the other two ghost mirrors. I didn't care at first. After all, ghost mirrors were originally used to imprison evil ghosts. It turned out that I was wrong."
"This ghost only used it for less than a month to eat all the ghosts in the two ghost mirrors, or it shouldn't have been eaten. This ghost seems to have used all the ghosts that are less terrifying than it as a puzzle."
“As long as you are suppressed by this fierce ghost, you will instantly become its puzzle piece, without exception.”
< br>"And almost all the ghosts who have become the puzzle pieces of this evil ghost have fallen into a strange silence, seemingly unable to recover, similar to a death machine. This is a ghost I have never seen before, and it is very strange."
Lin Qian looked at the old man and fell into silence. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly. He felt that this ghost was a bit familiar. (End of this chapter)