Chapter 42： ~ 043 Jade Broken Tiles vs Mourning Tonight

Xining Street, during the day, is a gathering place for grandpas, a flower and bird antique market. In the evening, on the ground, the paper tips rolled up by the wind, the old black-bedded low-beds, you can definitely see the ghost sequel, and the scene layout is also saved.

No. 18 Xining Street Jade ... Nasin chased something wrong and sent two text messages, but Jade still couldn't figure it out. What is it? Half of the shops here sell jade!

The phone suddenly rings.

When she saw it, it was a friend's phone number 2 and her name was Jia Yuhuan.

"Aqi, do you know where to chase? I can't find her."

Fortunately, she didn't mention it, Zhu Qi yelled, "That girl is missing, my debts are high, and you are going to collect my body."

"Aqi isn't afraid. Are you reading novels with mixed red sleeves and fragrant or Jinjiang original?"

"..."

"According to the law, if it is a red sleeve, Ya will soon meet a president or CEO. If it is Jinjiang, Ya will pass through and not die."

"... If I look at the starting point, shouldn't I have to go to Xiuxian?"

"How did you know?" The other side of the phone was surprised.

"You can go to death, my mother can't find Xin Chai tonight and will come to you!"

Zhu Qi was furious and pressed the phone.

Along the way, there were no figures, so I had to squint to find the 18th.

No. 18, you come out!

Suddenly, she paused, and a house next to it was lighting up.

Glancing at it, the very old storefront had a plaque hanging crookedly.

Jade broken tile full.

It's really a good name. She decided to ignore it and go on.

"Guest, don't you stay?" Behind, a voice swept across.

Obviously, there was nobody and footsteps a second ago. Does this person walk with his hands?

Oh also, today's scares are enough. So-she was still startled.

Turned the stiff body ~ "I, I passed by."

The other smiled, and his eyes narrowed.

Zhu Qi was slightly strange instead. Such eyes should not be owned by such a person. It was just a little girl with pink hands and feet and lovely looks. Although she was only five or six years old, her eyes were twenty or thirty.

"Here is No. 18, come in." The child bounced and entered the shop.

Entered, Zhu Qi was still babbling, and the little girl was a bad guy—no one said that a five-year-old can't be a bad guy, and she actually followed up.

The light source in the shop is a candlestick on the Eight Immortals table.

Save electricity?

She swallowed and looked at the store. It was not big, and there were rows of shelves in the dark, with antique bones on the shelves.

She just wanted to ask where Xin Zunchai was. The little girl had no idea where to go. She was a little hairy, and a rustling voice suddenly came from the shelf.

******

After thinking for a few seconds, she turned quickly and was ready to escape.

The door slammed shut.

Her heartbeat was scarcely stopped.

"Zhu Qi." The voice came from behind, cold and indescribable.

She shivered and turned back. There was a man standing on the shelf that leaned out the most.

The candlelight was faint, but it silhouetted him.

Silver hair, blue eyes, eyebrows like a distant mountain, clear eyes, two lips with inexpressible sex, a handsome guy, identification is complete.

Now, she was more concerned about whether there was a shadow under his feet.

The man said lightly, "Did you find it? I've been looking for it, if you find it, tell me."

Zhu Qipi smiled and smiled, "What did you find?"

"My shadow."

Zhu Qi held his mouth and suppressed the scream that was about to erupt. He said, "I'm gone, bye, there will be no future."

Quickly walked to the door. This is the old-fashioned door. There are two copper rings on the door. The lock slanting on the two rings is not locked. When she pushes it, she doesn't move.

"There is a mirror on the right-hand side of the doorway, please look at it before leaving." The voice behind was lazy.

She gritted her teeth and looked up. A long, bronze mirror stood beside the door.

The mirror was originally hazy, and suddenly the portrait appeared.

Her heart was beating, and the scream finally broke through her throat.

She was standing clearly, but Zhu Qi in the mirror was horizontal, lying on Xining Street full of blood.

"This mirror is called Wei, and you can see the future. If you go out now, this is your end, and the debt collector will be hacked to death." The man's tone was still haste.

She hid her face and murmured, "I'm just dreaming, dreaming."

"Then you go."

She gritted her teeth, turned around, and shouted, "Where is the chase? What the **** is going on?"

The man sat down on a chair at the Eight Immortals table and said, "Are you getting the point wrong? You should care about your little life now."

"The message wasn't traced, was it you?" She said suddenly.

The man chuckled, and then smiled, "It is an indisputable fact that you will die."

She took a deep breath. "You brought me, wouldn't you just want to discuss this with me?"

"I want to save you, Zhu Qi, leave here."

"Run to another city?"

"No, to another world is what you often say to cross."

The child was silent and strange, Zhu Qi wanted to cry without tears, "I've been mixing red sleeves recently and I'm in a hurry."

"Life cannot be tampered with. You are destined to live here tonight. Once you die, the people in the Underworld will take your soul away. At that time, the **** Luo will not save you, only before that Separate the soul from body to body and take it to another time and space. "