Chapter 60: Mirror Hell (Can you cast a monthly ticket)
In the old house, Zhou Wen pushed open 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 was flickering, and it was obviously a white candle, but it lit up with red light, and the red candlelight enveloped it.
After staying in this room, when I looked outside the room, it was clearly white.
In the center of the room, there is a bride with fair skin, wearing a wedding dress and a red hijab. Next to the bride, standing upright is a young man with blue and black skin. This does not look like a living person, but is obviously a person.
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 sticks of white wax were burning on both sides. Through the mirror, Zhou Wen could clearly see the young man's face.
Looking at this weird 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, and his body trembled a little. This bride was not alive at first glance, she looked like a ghost no matter how she looked!
And the corpse that looks like this young man, why do I feel more and more weird the more I look at it?
When Zhou Wen thought that he was in the same room with a ghost or two ghosts, his heart felt cold and his face turned 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. There was fear in Zhou Wen's eyes. He swallowed and without hesitation, he took the letter and walked towards the bride, handing it over as he walked.
To the bride.
The candlelight swayed, the red light enveloped the whole room, the illusory mirror, the beautiful bride, and the strange young man. Everything looked very strange, but it felt normal, as if this was how it should be.
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 that 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 candlelight in the room changed instantly, directly from
The red turned pale.
The blood-red letter spontaneously ignited without fire. Suddenly, countless illusory hands stretched out from the originally illusory mirror, 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 the mirror, the originally illusory
The mirror disappeared instantly, the 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, unable to speak. The letter in his hand had burned out, turning into a black ash and falling from Zhou Wen's raised hand.
Zhou Wen was stunned. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew that he might be doomed, because just when the candlelight went out, he clearly saw the beautiful bride moving, and the bride's wedding dress was crazy.
The bride was swaying, and 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 into 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 face suddenly began to turn gray.
, eyes full of horror and disbelief:
"How could it be possible? The ghost in me has been suppressed! Why can't I even resist?"
"Impossible! The ghost in me is very terrifying. Even the ghost in the peach forest couldn't suppress my ghost. How come this bride didn't even touch me, and the ghost was 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's face was extremely distorted, his eyes were full of fear, and he kept repeating in his heart that this was an illusion, this was fake, and there was no way such a terrifying ghost could exist.
But just for a moment, the look in Zhou Wen's eyes began to dim, his body began to turn cold, and the coldness completely enveloped Zhou Wen:
"It turns out it's not an illusion..."
This was Zhou Wen's last thought before his death. With a plop, Zhou Wen fell forward and fell straight to the ground, losing his vitality. Zhou Wen was dead. He didn't even have a chance to use the power of the ghost. He died. In the Cunning Bride
In front of me, this kind of garbage doesn't even have a chance to struggle...
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.
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As the bride left, Zhou Wen's body began to rot instantly, and it rotted into a pile of dust in an instant. The door to the room that was originally opened closed with a bang, and the old house returned to its previous quietness and peace, just like just now
Things have never happened the same.
However, 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 began to squirm strangely, but they couldn't reach it.
After a while, the twisted and rotten 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 an ashen face and blue-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 figures 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 had been lying on the ground motionless 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 black and 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.
Ability, stiffly held in the hands of the young man.
And at the moment when the ghost hand lost the 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. The originally blue and black hand actually began to
From blue and black to pale white, just like the supernatural complementation, the ghost was regarded as a puzzle 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
In a conference room in Dachang City, today is the day when the headquarters will hold 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, 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 had promised to participate before, but because the ghost painting was about to revive, Lin Qian did not come to participate. Now, even if Lin Qian wanted to come, he could not come. He is still soaked in ghost blood, and his life or death is 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 in front of the conference table, their expressions were very calm, although these people were organized and undisciplined.
Gives people a headache.
But at least they wouldn't 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, there was nothing to talk about, but Xiong Wenwen, who was usually very naughty, was sitting next to Wang Xiaoming with a melancholy look on his face, saying nothing. He felt that Professor Wang Xiaoming was the only one who could protect him now.
He knew that Lin Qian would come 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 only person who could protect his life at the scene was Professor Wang Xiaoming.
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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 was 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 the 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:
"Is this the ghost-eyed detective Yang Jian who handled the starving ghost incident? He looks so young."
Because the headquarters did not announce Lin Qian's information, the ghost controllers present did not know about Lin Qian. Originally, Wang Xiaoming and the others planned to wait for Lin Qian to arrive. After announcing that Lin Qian had dealt with the starving ghost,
of.
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 walking over, and suddenly became a little 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 the only one coming, their expressions changed a little, and they had only one thought in their minds:
"Where's Lin Qian? Why didn't he follow Yang Jian? Or did Yang Jian come here first and Lin Qian will be there later?"
Looking at Yang Jian approaching, Wang Xiaoming's eyes flickered, and he 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.
I can't help but have some doubts:
"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 the dull-looking Yang Jian, pushed up his glasses and said:
"What's wrong with him?"
"Well, Lin Qianli Gui is about to recover. He went to solve the problem of Li Gui's recovery, so he can't come to this meeting."
Hearing this, Cao Yanhua and Zhao Jianguo's expressions changed. Even the stern Li Jun's expression changed more or less:
"Lin Qian is about to revive as a ghost? Are you kidding me? People like Lin Qian can revive as a ghost?"
This was Cao Yanhua's first reaction when he heard the news, but then he thought of a new question. Looking at Yang Jian, Cao Yanhua asked directly:
"Is Lin Qian that ghost about to revive?"
Yang Jian looked at Cao Yanhua and shook his head:
"Minister Cao, you are asking this question. If you ask me, who should I ask?"
Cao Yanhua was stunned for a moment, 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:
"The ghost painting 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. It seems that Lin Qian's control of the ghost painting has not reached a perfect level. Otherwise, according to the
With Lin Qian’s methods, the ghost paintings will not be revived.”
Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoming also knew what was going on:
"It seems that it was 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 looked at Wang Xiaoming with a calm face, smiled and said to Wang Xiaoming:
"Lin Qian said that as long as I tell him about the ghost's resurrection, Professor Wang will understand. It seems that Lin Qian was right."
As he said that, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and gained 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 revive?"
Wang Xiaoming looked at Yang Jian calmly and did not answer the question:
"I'm going to talk about this when I go back. Yang Jian is actually here. Let's start the meeting. It doesn't matter whether Lin Qian comes or not. As long as Yang Jian is there."
After saying 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 affairs could not be discussed here. The matter of ghost paintings and starving ghosts did not exist in Lin Qian.
When they take the initiative to speak out, it is best not to speak out casually, and they cannot speak out about the starving ghosts and ghost paintings here. If they speak out, unnecessary trouble may arise.
Yang Jian didn't care much about Wang Xiaoming's statement. Anyway, he came here this time to take the blame for Lin Qian. He would have to carry the big pot of starving ghosts later. As for when, he would have to take the responsibility.