The old man just took off his human skin in front of me. At this time, he stood in front of me with a completely different appearance.
I looked at the person in front of me and was stunned. I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.
"When did you come in?" I asked him.
He glanced at me and said, "I've been in this damn place for more than a year and I can't get out. You're a living person, how could you get in here?"
As he spoke, he kept looking at me. It was obvious that he was surprised that I came in here.
I was also looking at him, and now I was even more surprised than him, because he was none other than that guy Yan!
At first I thought he came into this damn place with me, but now I am sure that the person in front of me is not the other person!
It sounds a little awkward to say this, but it is the truth.
The guy in front of you can be said to be the same person as the one outside, but there are some differences, because the guy outside is a real living person, and the guy in front of you has a yin energy.
.
But if he is just a ghost, why does he still have the yang energy of a living person? What is going on?
"Hey, what's wrong with you, brother? My ass hurts when you stare at me so honestly." Seeing me staring at him in a daze, the guy finally couldn't help but speak.
As soon as he spoke, I became even more sure that this guy was the same person as the street-fighting author outside!
But since he is one person, why are there two of him?
I looked at him and didn't speak in a hurry, because I could see that he didn't know that there was another one of me outside. In other words, he had never left this damn place since he entered last year.
This kind of thing is absolutely abnormal, so the cause is probably this weird space.
This ghost place is like a mirror, reflecting his shadow, but this shadow has its own consciousness.
"I'm a magician. I knew something was different here, so I came back here." I said to him.
Hearing my words, he was stunned for a moment, his face was full of excitement, he held my hand, and tears almost came out of his eyes.
"Brother, if you can come in here, it proves that you are a capable person, and you can also get out. I beg you to take me out. I have been locked up in this hellish place for more than a year, and I am going crazy.
If you can let me go out, I can do it with your body!"
"Have you been staying here this year?" I asked him.
He smiled bitterly and nodded, with a look of fatigue on his face. It was obvious that being trapped here for more than a year had left him mentally and physically exhausted.
"What's going on? What's wrong here?" I asked him again.
He didn't answer me, but sat down, looked at me expectantly and asked: "Do you... do you have a cigarette? I want to take a puff."
After hearing what he said, I took out a cigarette from my pocket, handed him one, and threw the lighter to him.
He took the cigarette with trembling hands, lit it as quickly as possible, and then took a long puff, his face full of intoxication.
"This fucking smell has lasted for more than a year, and I almost want to die." He said, his hands started to shake, and he was so excited that he almost cried.
I didn't disturb him, because I can understand his mood now. Being trapped in such a ghost place, unable to go out, and staying with those ghosts for more than a year, this kind of thing can really make people collapse. Now he is not crazy.
It's pretty good if it's dropped.
He sat on the stool and smoked greedily. After a while, he had finished the cigarette.
Somewhat reluctantly, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground. He looked up at me and asked, "How did you get in?"
I smiled and said: "I said, I am a magician, so I naturally have my own way of getting in."
Hearing what I said, he smiled and said: "I'm just like you, but I'm not a magician. My grandma is a goddess. He said that only dead people can come in here. I can come in because I'm wearing my grandma's legacy."
That human skin."
When I heard what he said, I was stunned for a moment, and thought to myself, this is what happened, no wonder I can come in, but the old man can't!
The guy outside obviously has a lot of things he's hiding from me!
This man entered Caomiao Village because of the human skin, but I was a little different.
I am a shady person now, and I still have the aura left by that existence in my body. To be precise, I am no longer a normal person, so I can come in here.
I looked at that guy, and I was a little unsure whether he was the shadow of the guy outside, or whether the guy outside was his shadow.
There is something strange about this place. The person he is now is not dead, but he is not really alive either. His current state is very strange. He should be in a state of half-death. To be precise, he is a living dead.
He looked at me with hot eyes, "You must have used magic to trap me just now. Then you must know how to get out of this hellish place. Please, take me out quickly!"
I couldn't help but pull my hand back, shook my head at him, and said, "I don't know how to get out."
I didn't lie to him, because I really didn't know how to get out, but I wasn't worried. Even if I couldn't find a way out, the existence inside me would find a way. Now it seems that it's obvious who this place is.
A formation was set up.
Any formation can be broken.
After hearing what I said, the guy was obviously stunned for a moment, then he sat down again with some disappointment and said, "If you don't know how to get out, you shouldn't have come in."
I smiled and didn't explain anything, because I haven't figured out the secret here yet, so I'm not in a hurry to go out.
"It's troublesome if we don't know how to get out, but it's not impossible. You are an expert. Maybe if you defeat that little devil, we can get out!" He stood up again, looked at me and said.
Little devil?
I looked at him with some doubts, wondering where the little devil he mentioned came from.
"The Japanese are the Japanese. They are in the mountains behind the village. It's all their fault that this ghost place has become what it is now. I almost let them find out when I first came in. It was only because I was wearing that dead man's skin that I didn't reveal my identity.
." The man said nervously.
His words completely aroused my curiosity. This place fell into a weird space. I always thought that someone should be doing it. Now that I heard him talking about the Japanese, I am even more sure that the reason why this place is like this is that
There is absolutely someone behind the scenes, and the manipulator must be the Japanese he mentioned.
