Mo Changkong's fingers were soaked in bright red juice and began to dance flexibly on the back of the mirror. A string of strange symbols flowed out, gradually filling the panel.
The chanting continues:
"The mark that seals the soul is like the chilling winter. You need to remember that death is eternal!"
After the sound, the shaking light and shadow suddenly stopped, the temperature rose, and everything returned to normal.
Mo Changkong took a deep breath, then turned the mirror over and lifted it to the high stool, so that the silver-plated mirror faced Mu Fan's face.
At this moment, due to the slightly high stool, the lower edge of the entire mirror was exactly level with Mu Fan's chin.
Mu Fan looked up and saw his face clearly reflected in the mirror, as well as Mo Changkong, who was smiling behind him.
Suddenly, the mirror light flashed, and Mo Changkong's figure twisted into a gray shadow, and then returned to normal, but there was never a trace of a smile on his face.
Just then, Mo Changkong's deep voice sounded in Ao Ge's ears: "Mr. Mu Fan, are you ready?"
"Ready." Mu Fan nodded and swallowed secretly.
Mo Changkong squatted down and fastened the shackles on Mu Fan's ankles with a click. Then he raised his head and fastened the handcuffs on Mu Fan's wrists.
"Kacha~kacha~"
The cold touch of the handcuffs soaked into the skin of Mu Fan's wrist, and it spread all over his body like an electric current. The feeling of restraint also made Mu Fan very uncomfortable.
Mo Changkong walked around behind Mu Fan, raised his right hand, and slowly took off the gray leather glove, revealing his right hand covered with white bandages.
Through the mirror, Mu Fan observed everything.
Only then did he realize that since the first time he saw Mo Changkong, he had been wearing a pair of gray gloves!
Even when eating, I didn't take it off.
What's more important and weird is that I didn't notice it at all!
Mo Changkong casually placed the gray gloves on the long table, and placed the palm of his right hand flat. Five white bandages instantly fell from his fingertips, swaying slightly in the air like five white ribbons.
He used his left hand to grab the wrist that held his right hand, and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the faint blue pupils swam extremely in the eye sockets, and instantly spread to the entire eyes, and the strange faint blue color suddenly appeared.
Like two burning phosphorus fires.
At the same time, the low mantra sounded again:
"The departed souls are unwilling to disperse, waiting for the opportunity to return. When the dead crawl out of the rotten tomb, the living will be filled in the eternal hell..."
Amidst the vicissitudes of life, the lanterns on all sides began to shake uneasily again, the temperature dropped sharply, and the five bandages in the air began to swim silently.
The white bandage climbed up the iron chair like a snake, and then gently touched Mu Fan's back and neck.
The cold touch made him shiver, and his heart suddenly beat wildly.
"Bang bang~"
"Bang bang~"
Mu Fan could clearly feel the powerful, strange, and evil spiritual power possessed by the bandage, which seemed to be able to penetrate the body and reach the soul!
But the five bandages did not wrap around Mu Fan's body. They slowly floated into the air, drifted towards Mu Fan's back, and then dispersed and wrapped around the void, gradually tightening, outlining a human-shaped transparent object.
Mu Fan took in all this in the mirror. At the same time, he felt a faint tingling sensation in his neck and back, as if there were hundreds of tiny iron hooks pulling at his flesh.
"hiss!"
The stinging feeling became more and more obvious, and Mu Fan frowned inadvertently.
Mo Changkong was as motionless as a stone statue, but his blue eyes burned even more fiercely.
"Whoa!"
The five bandages immediately tightened, pulling the void thing behind Mu Fan. Weird whispers whizzed around Mu Fan's ears, like some kind of wild beast roaring desperately, and the sharp stinging sensation was like a tide.
He drowned!
"Kacha kacha~~"
Mu Fan's muscles tightened, and his hot body twisted violently on the iron chair. Veins popped out on his forehead. The handcuffs and shackles made a crisp impact sound, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Suddenly, Mo Changkong shook his five fingers, the five bandages tightened immediately, and the wrapped transparent object was pulled out instantly!
It struggled violently in mid-air, leaped, tore, and finally rushed forward, crashing directly into the long mirror on the high stool.
"Buzz~"
The long standing mirror made a harsh buzzing sound, rippling like water in circles.
Mu Fan looked up and saw a blue figure standing out in the mirror, with a faintly scarred face on his head!
It was beating the mirror desperately, trying to escape, and the entire vertical mirror was making an overwhelming sound.
Mo Changkong rushed to the mirror and quickly wrapped the bandage in his hand around the mirror!
The undead in the mirror were still struggling and beating, but they could not make any sound.
Reaching out to take the scissors from the long table, Mo Changkong cut off the bandage wrapped around his hand, and then put on the gray gloves again.
At this moment, Mu Fan's inner lining was already soaked with sweat.
He felt a sense of loss, his body seemed to become a little lighter, and the scenery in front of him became a little brighter.
"It's over, it went smoothly."
Mo Changkong's eyes returned to normal, he smiled and bent down to untie the shackles on Mu Fan.
Mu Fan breathed a long sigh of relief and still sat on the chair without getting up. He planned to take a short rest before talking.
"Mr. Mu Fan, have you seen the undead in the mirror?"
Mo Changkong pointed to the silver-plated mirror: "He is the one attached to you."
Of course Mu Fan knew, but it was not convenient to mention it at the moment.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Mo Changkong!"
Mu Fan said with infinite emotion: "Your extraordinary power is really amazing. You can even capture the undead!"
Mo Changkong smiled kindly after hearing this:
"You're very grateful, Mr. Mu Fan. Even psychics need tools to capture the undead. These creatures from other worlds are not easy to deal with!"
"Well, what are we going to do about it?"
Mu Fan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.
Mo Changkong pondered briefly and said: "Generally speaking, there are two ways to deal with the undead, one is to seal them forever, and the other is to completely obliterate them."