C156 Sell

The sudden appearance of this face startled me. I took a step back, holding the broken bone in one hand and the dagger in the other. I looked at him nervously.

Because of the dim light, I couldn't actually tell who he was.

That face was livid, it was unknown if it was illuminated by the ghost flames or if this was his original face.

That face stared at me for a while before starting to laugh. "You have such a day?"

As soon as I heard his voice, I knew who he was. I was relieved when I found out who he was. He's the man I cursed. He's going to stay here for a thousand years.

This man is useless. After being cursed by me, he would only kneel on the ground and cry.

I coldly said, "What do you want?"

The man sneered. "I want to keep you here too, for a thousand years."

Then he retreated into the darkness. The ghost fire can only illuminate a small area, I don't know where he went.

I knew that this fire could go out at any moment. I should get out as soon as possible.

Just as I turned around, I heard a miserable voice behind me saying, "Help me get out of this mess."

After this voice rang out, countless voices quickly echoed out, "Help me get out of this mess."

Most of them were still crying miserably. Those who heard this felt their scalps go numb. I thought: With so many brats, if I help them all free, wouldn't Ghosts kill me?

So I lowered my head and tried to get out of here. Who knew that just after I took a step, I felt my ankle grow cold and a hand grab my ankle?

I screamed out in fear and used all my strength to lift my leg, but that hand was gone. On the other hand, I almost fell down.

I took a deep breath and carried the bone forward.

Someone whispered in his ear, "Help me get out of this, I'll help you light up."

I jerked my head back, but there was nothing behind me.

I gritted my teeth and said, "If you have the ability, come out. Don't be so sneaky."

The voices said faintly, "I don't dare to come out for fear that you will curse me."

I hatefully said, "Aren't you afraid that I'll curse all of you?"

The crying behind him immediately stopped. Not long after, a few sneers sounded, "If that happens, you'll never get out."

My heart chilled. With them causing trouble for me, I would definitely not be able to escape. And if I do stay, I don't have to be tortured like this.

I shivered. If he wanted to hasten his pace, he would have to charge out first.

Who would have thought that there would be a cold wind blowing from behind. This wind was extremely cold. It entered into the skin of people and directly blew on their bones. It was like someone was lying on my back, blowing on my face.

I took the dagger and stabbed it behind me, and the cold feeling was gone.

Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, the wind came again, this time not to me, but to the ghost fire in my hand. The ghost flame suddenly lit up and then completely extinguished.

I sank back into total darkness. I picked up the knife and cut the bone in half, but the ghost fire didn't come back.

The man's voice came again. "You help me out, I'll give you light."

I held my dagger and stabbed in the direction of the sound. With a muffled thud, it should have stabbed into his body. The man screamed and fell to the ground, moaning.

I know he won't die. In a place like this, no kid would die. No matter how severely injured they were, no matter how rotten their bodies were, they would desperately survive.

I stabbed the man and intimidated the others. But it didn't help me at all, because I couldn't get any light and couldn't get out.

The man said he would light me up if I freed him. But I can't do it. I help him free, and the others will swarm over and cling to me, begging me, forcing me to help them free. Until I touch the bottom line of the Ghosts and let him kill me.

Fortunately, everyone was obedient now and the silence returned. I could calm my heart and think of a solution.

I felt in my pocket and took out my cell phone. It was still unpowered and wouldn't light up.

I put the phone on the ground, located it, and stabbed it.

The cell phone was punctured and the battery was damaged. I reached out and touched it. It was getting hotter and hotter. I took it in two more times. There was only a muffled bang as a spark burst out, illuminating the dark space.

This was true flame, not will-o '-the-wisp. I looked at it almost greedily. He used its light to observe the nearby space.

I saw those who did not live or die looking at me from a distance. Their eyes were very complicated.

I took off my coat, wrapped it around a long bone, lit it, and made a simple torch.

I was about to leave when I glanced over and saw the man in the coffin poking his head out. He exchanged a glance with me and shrank back.

The firelight shone on his face. Although it was only for a second, it was enough.

The instant I saw his face, I changed my mind. Instead of leaving, I walked over to the coffin with the torch and took a look inside. There was another me in the coffin.

He lay in the coffin as if he was lying on a bed, leisurely and at ease. In his hand, he was playing with a box of matches.

I waved the torch in front of his eyes and coldly said, "Erhu, I didn't think that you would be the one to mess with me."

In a place like this, who else could be my equal? But Erhu did not admit it. He laughed and said, "I'm Hu Chujiu, you're the Erhu."

I was startled for a moment, then I remembered that we were going to choose someone to exchange for the foster-grandpa, so I went along with Erhu's words, "That's right, I'm Erhu and you're Hu Chujiu. "Why did you mess with me just now?"

He slowly sat up from the coffin and faced me. "Since I'm Hu Chujiu, then can you return my body to me?"

I abruptly took a step back and stared at Erhu. "You're still thinking about my body?"

Erhu said, "Not your body, but mine. You just admitted it yourself. You are Er Hu, I am Hu Chujiu. "

He suddenly pulled out a piece of yellow paper. There were some crooked symbols on it, but I didn't recognize any of them.

Erhu spread the yellow paper flat on his knees and muttered, "You admit it. You are Er Hu, I am Hu Chujiu. I want to tell Nagzul, I want to tell netherworld, that I am Hu Chujiu. "

He opened the matchbox. There were only a few matches inside. He lit one and went to burn the yellow paper.

I realized that if this yellow paper were to burn, netherworld would probably receive the news. At that time, does my body really belong to him?

I rushed up, blew hard, and blew out the match. I condescendingly looked down at Erhu. "I am Hu Chujiu."

Erhu looked at me gloomily. "Are you sure?"

I said, "Of course I'm sure."

Er Hu suddenly gave a cold smile. A hand reached out as if to grab my collar. How could I possibly be caught by him? I took a step back, but the hand grew a little longer, and it gripped my neck.

Er Hu pulled me closer and closer to the coffin. He practically pressed his face into mine as he smiled and said: "So, you're Hu Chujiu."

Following that, I felt my face turn cold, and my face and Erhu's were completely stuck together. His face seemed strange to me, unelastic, unwarm, hard, as if carved out of stone.

I gave him a shove, but his body was hard. I was a little further away from him when I realized something was wrong.

Erhu and I are not in the same world, there seems to be an invisible barrier between us.

It took me two or three seconds to react. There was a mirror between us.

Wait, a mirror? So he's not Erhu?

I looked around and saw that everyone was there. Mr. Zhao, Grandpa Gu, Ghosts, A Chang, and Erhu.

Mr. Zhao and Grandfather Gu looked at me with bitter smiles on their faces, while Erhu's expression was the same as mine, at a loss.

Ghosts laughed coldly: "Under the evil mirror, there's nothing to hide. It is obvious who is Hu Chujiu and who is the double. "

He pointed at me and said, "Hu Chujiu, if you want to save your foster-grandpa, don't try to make a ghost and obediently follow me to hell."

My first thought was to escape, but as soon as I turned around, I found I couldn't move.

I helplessly sighed and said to Ghosts: "I'll go with you to hell. Can my friends leave?"

The Ghosts said, "I have no use for some small fries."

I said, "Let them go now."

Ghosts nodded. Mr. Zhao stood still on the ground.

I said, "You can't help me right now. I might as well get out first and help you take revenge for me. "

Ghosts looked at the two of us with a cold smile. Mr. Zhao suddenly turned around and walked away with Erhu in big strides.

Grandpa Gu sighed and said, "Take care."

After that, he too was about to leave.

Ghosts said faintly: "You with the surname Gu, you can't leave."

Grandpa Gu's face turned pale. "Why?"

Ghosts said, "Hu Chujiu's friends can leave. Are you Hu Chujiu's friend? "

Grandpa Gu's pale face was a bit red. He probably felt that he had been plotting against me time and time again, so he couldn't be a 'friend' anymore.

He coughed lightly and said, "I... Am I Hu Chujiu's friend? "

I'm going to go to hell anyway. I don't know if I'll be able to come back, so I might as well accumulate some merits for myself. So I nodded and said, "He's my friend."

Ghosts indifferently said: "No, he is not, he is my accomplice. Your friend is A Chang. "

Ghosts patted A Chang's shoulder: "You're free."

A Chang kowtowed to Ghosts and walked towards the exit. As he passed me, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

I bitterly smiled. "Congratulations on your freedom. Why must you be sorry?"

Grandpa Gu had already been captured by the Ghosts, so he stomped his feet in anger: "Can't you understand this? Do you really think that scumbag mirror will work? Pui, it's all a trick. A Chang betrayed you long ago. You are his freedom in exchange for his freedom. "

A Chang's body stiffened for a moment, then he moved even faster. From start to finish, he did not look back at me.