Volume 1 In 2007, I was given the Golden Silkworm Gu by my grandmother Chapter 3 The Mysterious Curs
I stood up, walked straight to Lao Shang's room, and sat on the stool in front of the dressing table.
This dressing table was bought by Accountant Song himself. The quality is not very good. There are some cosmetics on it. The value of each item is not more than 200 yuan, and there are many things. The most attractive object on the table is
Nothing is better than this bronze mirror. I didn't turn on the light, the door was half open, and there was light coming from the living room. It was not bright, but I could still see things.
This yellow mirror reflects my face.
This blurry face is cold, numb, expressionless, and then twisted and inexplicably weird.
When I was a child, I learned about physics and found out that the reason for the mirror effect is that the mirror surface is uneven, curved, and refracted by light. I stretched out my hand and wiped the mirror surface hard, trying to make it smoother.
Then as soon as my hand touched the mirror, it felt like an electric shock, numbing, and then a cold air rose from the mirror and spread to my arms. This eerie and cold feeling started from my tail.
The vertebrae spread all the way to the top of the head.
All the hairs on my body stood up, and my fingers were bright red.
I saw the person in the mirror smiling and sneering. The smile was extremely weird, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be grinning to his ears. Although the person was smiling, his eyes were as cold as iced mineral water, and the muscles on his face were cold.
It's twitching regularly. Is this me? The eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth...the facial features are all so familiar, but when put together, they look extremely strange and unfamiliar.
I was a stranger in the mirror, which frightened me. I pinched my face hard, and the muscles couldn't stop beating, as if they didn't belong to me anymore. At this time, the golden mirror surface blurred for a while, and then
Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, ripples appear and the waves ripple, one after another, first sharply, then slowly, and then gradually stop.
Until the end, a woman appeared on the mirror.
This is an extremely delicate-looking woman, wearing a cheongsam. It’s hard to tell whether it’s the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China. She seems to be sitting in front of a mirror, combing her long black hair with white ivory. Her hair is like this
It was so long that it was close to her waist, so that it would take a long time to comb it from the top of her head down. She combed her hair carefully, then pulled it into a woman's bun, took a piece of red paper, moistened her lips, and then printed it on it.
The grin was sweet, but also inexplicably weird.
She was in a good mood, and her thin lips kept closing, as if she was humming a tune.
Then the thrush, which is a kind of black branch, is painted very carefully and the eyes are wide open.
These eyes are looking at me, at this moment. She is looking in the mirror, but on the other side of the mirror is me.
What a strange thing this is, what a mysterious scene it is.
However, something even weirder happened when a man appeared behind the woman. This was the background of an old-fashioned bedroom, usually seen in rural areas or realistic historical TV series. The man was wearing a black coat.
There was a thick, black, and long braid on the back of her head, with a ferocious look on her face, and in her hand, she held a sharp knife, a sharp one. The woman saw the man behind her in the mirror, and turned around suddenly, and the two quarreled.
, the mood became more and more agitated, and suddenly the man raised the sharp knife in his hand high.
Poof...the sharp knife passed through his chest, and blood splattered everywhere.
All the disputes were over. The woman lay weakly on the table in front of the mirror, blood gushing out from her mouth, one after another, like the Baotu Spring in Jinan, all sprayed into the mirror. Her face was pale and crow-like.
The colored hair fell down like a waterfall in an instant, making it even more obvious. Coupled with the blood coming from the mouth, this is a classic image of a female ghost... The man was laughing maniacally, the muscles on his face were twitching, and his eyebrows were
There is something heart-warming.
It's madness and murderous.
This woman was wearing a bright red cheongsam, which was dazzlingly red, and her nails were sharp.
Looking at the scene in the mirror, I suddenly woke up, what is going on? Isn't this a mirror? Why are there so many weird scenes, like this is a window, and on the opposite side is another world?
This is the first time I sat down and thought about this issue.
I have never thought about this simple thing, as if everything just happened is a matter of course. This is undoubtedly strange, and when I was thinking about this problem, the picture in the bronze mirror became blurry.
The ripples reappeared, round and round, endless. Then, something terrifying happened. The smooth mirror surface began to become soft, like water, or a film. The mirror surface was opened and stretched.
A simple, elegant and clean hand appeared. This hand was small and soft, but the nails were very long, like those of Empress Dowager Cixi.
Red and sharp, like five sharp daggers.
I stood up suddenly and wanted to step back, but the hand suddenly grew, grabbed my right hand tightly, and pulled it in hard. The force was surprisingly strong, and I pulled back, but I couldn't stand it.
It felt like this hand had an inexplicable magic power, sucking all my mind into the mirror. I had no time to think, no time to accumulate strength...no time to do anything. I could only grit my teeth and persevere. The mirror continued to move, and the woman's head gradually emerged.
Her long black hair was as silky as a waterfall, covering her face.
She slowly raised her head, revealing a cold, numb, pale face, her eyes were black, as if there were abyss inside. She suddenly laughed, giggling, revealing her white teeth stained with blood. Then, there was a sound
The huge roar struck my soul.
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I stood up suddenly and found that Duoduo and Fatty Worm were beside me. The program on TV was entering the commercial break. A has-been star was introducing stainless steel safety doors. Looking at his open and closed mouth, I was still immersed in the emotion just now.
In panic, I reached out and touched my back, and it was all covered in millet sweat. Only then did I realize that I had not run into Lao Shang's room at all, but had fallen asleep on the sofa.
Duoduo looked at me nervously, almost crying, and called Lu Zuo, Lu Zuo...
The fat bug flew around me in circles. No matter how I looked at it, I felt that the black bean eyes of this little thing were full of schadenfreude.
Is this a dream? I thought doubtfully.
At this time, the electronic clock hanging in the living room rang. I looked up and saw that it was exactly 12 o'clock.
I held Duoduo's little hand. This cute little nanny looked scared and pointed at the door of Technician Shang's room, saying there is a ghost, there is a ghost... I was speechless to her. She is a kid herself, so she is still afraid of ghosts?
By the way, she always likes to watch horror movies.
I was still frightened at first, but I was amused by Duoduo's cute appearance. I took her hand, took out the talisman I had drawn from the backpack, and walked to the door of Lao Shang's room. I came in here in the afternoon.
I didn't close it. I was standing at the door, looking at the bronze mirror on the dressing table. I didn't feel much at first. After experiencing that nightmare, I felt more and more that something was wrong. This scene was exactly the same.
I turned on the light, then walked to the dressing table and sat down, looking at myself in the bronze mirror with a distorted face.
I asked Duoduo to return to Huaimu Pai and use her "ghost eyes" to look into the mirror.
I saw a cold, viscous aura attached to the mirror. This aura was not on the surface, but in the world in the mirror. I know, there is a mirror spirit inside this mirror. What is a mirror spirit? This thing is actually inside me
As mentioned before, it was when Huang Laoya was given the "Qingpen Spirit Array". There are legends all over the world about this thing. It is a spirit, but it does not belong to the soul, but to the mutated evil soul.
It is different from the soul, as mentioned before, because it does not retain much human nature, most of it is evil and instinctive.
If what I dreamed about was the origin of this mirror spirit, then this woman must be extremely vicious.
From this point of view, the disappearance of my two tenants must be related to this bronze mirror.
I took out the self-made charm of returning to life, lit it, and then in the slowly burning green smoke, I sang the mantra of transcendence and death. I used two prongs. When the charm was halfway burned, the bronze mirror really started to tremble.
I stood up and shivered, and the edge of the mirror frame, which was full of patina, actually started to turn red. The bright yellow mirror began to distort, and the black mist continued to change, outlining a woman's face.
There was a grimace, and there was a buzzing sound in the air, like a woman's desperate scream.
Twelve o'clock at night is the time when the spiritual power of the mirror spirit is at its strongest, and it is common all over the world.
(One thing to mention here is that there have been rumors that if you look in the mirror at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, you can easily find the ghost in the mirror. You may see your own face stiff and scary, you may see someone behind you, or you may see something inside.
There are ghost faces. This rumor is actually well-founded. The world inside the mirror is an independent and wonderful place. It is easy to attract wandering ghosts. Although it is not absolute, it will often happen. Therefore, I advise everyone to cherish life and never
try.)
The audio of this scream vibrated so powerfully that it went straight to my heart. Even though I have experienced so many things, I was terrified at that moment.
I immediately formed the "Inner Lion Seal", chanted "Vajrasattva's Magic Mantra" for a while, and shouted "Qia"... Only then did the fear recede like the tide. I found that I suddenly couldn't hold the bronze mirror firmly.
The wooden frame began to tremble, and then there were a few "click" sounds, and all the red and black wooden frames cracked, revealing wooden stubble.
The bronze mirror fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, shrouded in black mist.
I stepped on it with one foot, stepped on the Big Dipper steps, followed a chapter of the forbidden incantation on the broken book and shouted: "The cloud seal script is too empty. At the beginning of the catastrophe, it is far away and far away, sinking or floating; wandering in five directions, one
The rest of the ten feet, the innocent emperor, is writing according to the pen..."
This is the "Xuanyun Curse of Opening Sutra", the most practical forbidden spell among the twelve methods, which is specially used to subdue spiritual things.
I recited the edict of pardon catchyly, feeling the vibration and echo of the sound waves in the air. Every note was reacting and exponentially superimposed. When I finished reciting "Suffering from serious illness can heal itself, being tired and drowning in the world can be helped, and the underworld can be healed by itself." When the last word "du" came out, the whole room was shocked, and the bronze mirror finally stopped beating. I reached down, picked it up, and put the round shape in front of me. , immerse your mind in it.
Two familiar breaths emerged in my heart.
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