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"You … You... They actually … It's all shattered, we won't be able to live anymore, we won't be able to live! "

"Shut up!" I didn't really mean to yell, but I was too nervous to control my voice.

"I've tried my best, but …" Leng Wuzui suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence. Although his mouth opened and closed, he was unable to say a word. His eyes were staring straight behind me, and his face had even turned green.

His face turned green? Why was his face green?

There was only one possibility, and that was that the candle had now turned green, and the light from the fire was shining on his face. However, once the candle turned green, something would happen. There was only one explanation for this, and that was that there were ghosts blowing on it, and the flames were getting stronger and stronger. This has been recorded in ancient books, and it has happened to those around me. Therefore, I have always believed in this phenomenon.

"That old man …"

Leng Wudi was stupefied. He slowly extended his hand and pointed at my back. His arm was frozen there, unmoving. Under the green light of the fire, his eyes were like dead water.

As I slowly turned my head, I saw a very strange sight. This scene confirmed the theory that ghosts blew lamps, and I was sure that that was not an illusion.

An old man, his back hunched over, was leaning against the table. His withered face was close to the candle, and his cheeks were puffed against the candle. Yes, it just kept blowing. There was almost no rest between his breaths, and the strange thing was that his cheeks were constantly puffing out, as if they were filled with two eggs. While blowing his eyes, he stared straight at them. His eyes were very deep, and there was a cold light in them. He also had a smile that was not a smile, and said that it was a smile that was not. Every time he blew, the candle flame went up a few inches. In just a short while, the small candle had already ignited a one-meter-tall flame. It was still growing and looked like it was about to reach the ceiling at any moment. The whole living room seemed to be immersed in a green dye jar, green to the point that it made one's heart race.

Not to mention a cold extraordinary, even I felt that this scene was a little too weird. Just who is this old man? Why isn't he afraid of me?

"Let's go!" I composed myself, pointed at the old man, and shouted.

The old man glanced at me, but he didn't have any expression on his face, as he continued to blow on my face. Damn you, I don't believe I can't cure you, so I pull a bag out of my pocket. This thing was specially prepared by me. In the afternoon, I went to the market to get a pack of chicken meat because I thought that there might be some things that weren't on the road. Everyone would definitely know that this was the blood of a male chicken crown. Some places are called Zheng Yang, it's a magic treasure that can repel evil. Of course, this is only what I heard. It was generally believed that wherever there was evil, there would be disorder in the yin and yang, or even a reversal of the yin and yang. The argument behind this argument is that the male is considered to be the first to break the dawn, and that the crest is the first place to touch the sun and absorb the purest form of yang energy. In ancient times, tombstones used to be built with the blood of male chickens in order to remove the evil aura.

When I tore the plastic bag open, I was stupefied. The chicken blood had already congealed into a sticky paste. My heart sank as I thought to myself, "No wonder they killed chickens at the last minute before casting the spell. They were afraid that the chicken blood would congeal into a lump." I thought that I had found a solution. I didn't expect that I would be at a disadvantage due to my lack of scientific knowledge.

When I saw that it didn't work, I remembered the string of Five Emperors money the old beggar had given me. "At this moment, she heard a voice coming from the bedroom," "Ah!" "Ah!" It sounded heavy, like someone who had just fallen asleep. She let out a laugh, and it sounded like a woman's voice.

When the old man who blew the light heard this voice, his expression suddenly changed as if he was facing a great enemy. At this moment, he no longer blew the light. He turned around and took a glance at the bedroom before walking out in a flustered manner with his back arched and small steps. He reached the door within a few steps and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The look on his face told me he was afraid to stay here any longer. And what was he afraid of? Obviously, it was the "person" in the bedroom. Of course, I knew in my heart that the "laugh" definitely wasn't made by a person. First of all, I can confirm that Leng Wuzui did not harbor a second person. Because he would not hide anyone in this dangerous place, it was his personality that decided that he would always choose to bear the consequences for himself. Secondly, if it was a human, the old man definitely wouldn't be this afraid. Combined with what the old beggar said, one of the snakes was in the cat's room, so it must be the snake in the bedroom, probably more than one. Because the old beggar said, my courage is not enough to kill that black snake.

Gripping the Five Emperors' Coin, I stared at the half-open door, my heart pounding in my chest for fear that the door might suddenly open and a monster might emerge from the darkness.

"Ahhh! Don't come near me! Don't come near me! Scram!"

His voice was originally very hoarse, but with this shout, it really could be considered to be heart-tearing and lung-splitting. I almost sat down out of fear due to being caught off guard. I turned my head quickly and saw that he was sitting on his haunches. He was sitting on the floor, pointing at the mirror on the wall, moving his body back and forth and poking at it with his hands and shouting, "Don't come over here."

But I couldn't see anything. All I could see was him yelling at the mirror.

He must have seen something, and with his current mental state, enduring such a shock was only a matter of time before his soul would fly out. Therefore, I didn't dare to be careless. I hurriedly walked over and slapped his face. "You better f * cking calm down!"

I slapped Leng Wuqian awake, a pair of frightened eyes stared at me and said, "In the mirror..." There's someone in the mirror! "

There were people in the mirror, and I could accept that, because a lot of wild ghosts had just slipped through the cracks in the mirror. Generally speaking, a mirror itself was an evil thing to dispel, because whether it was right or wrong, the mirror would always show itself, with a sense of integrity and deceit, a synonym for righteousness, which was the same as the ink fight in the hands of a carpenter. However, notice that in daily life, the home should not hang broken mirrors. It is not only because the broken mirror distorts the truth, which is easy to cause a disaster, but also because the owner's portrait is incomplete, hindering the owner, implying that a calamity is coming his way. More importantly, when there was nowhere to hide, they would choose to hide behind the mirror. Thus, if one looked at the broken mirror at midnight, it was easy to see that there were faces inside that did not belong to them.

Leng Wuqian had always been in a poor state of mind. He had been in a weakened state for a long time. Furthermore, he had just experienced a series of mishaps. His expression was agitated and his mind was unstable.

"F * * k you!" Don't look in the mirror! " I shouted.

"My lord is indeed inside!"

After taking his life, I scolded him for saying that there was someone in the mirror. It was a simple scolding. Who would have thought that he would actually see his grandfather in the mirror? To think that there was such a coincidence. There was no need to ask, his grandfather was definitely a dead man as well.

"I said don't look in the mirror!" I repeat.

However, it seemed as though Leng Wuzui was unable to hear my words at all. He stared at the mirror, and the more he stared, the louder his glare became. I wanted to give him a second slap. Unexpectedly, his entire body suddenly trembled, his eyes abruptly opened wide, and they seemed to instantly disappear. He smiled and stood up slowly. He stared at the mirror and walked towards it in a flash, like a walking corpse. He muttered a name in his mouth – Shui Qingling!

This is bad, he must have lost his soul now, but why did he say "Shui Qingling"? Could it be that Shui Qingling had already died as a martyr after jumping off a building, but Sister Yun said that she was no longer in danger, what was going on?

I whirled to look at the mirror, and there was a man standing in it, broken like a spider's web. No, to be exact, it was half a person, half a woman. From the waist down, it was gone. Some minuscule pieces of flesh and blood were dangling in the air. Her hair was long and thin, piled up like grass on her head, as if a single turn of her head would slip it out. The left side of his face was covered with blood, dried on the face, while the right side of his face was sliced off. The left side of his face was covered with blood, dried on the face, while the right side of his face was sliced off. The scene instantly turned bloody. However, what was even more terrifying was that this woman was currently facing the Great Perfection. She opened her arms and let out a low and deep laugh. Wuu, she looked very excited. This look is more disgusting than three volts, it makes me feel cold!

This woman wasn't Shui Qingling, but Leng Wujing mistook her for Shui Qingling. The answer is easy to guess. It is this thing that is enticing him and wants to trick him into it. After that, the next step is to pull his soul into the mirror. I don't know where this female ghost came from, how did she end up like this? She actually had such an intense thought, daring to blatantly hook people's souls in front of me.

As the Transcendent Cold got closer and closer to the mirror, the woman's voice seemed to become more excited and high-pitched. I saw that Leng Wuzui had already walked in front of the mirror so it would be troublesome if I didn't make a move now. Thus, I pushed him away and with a sweep of my leg, the mirror immediately shattered. With the mirror completely breaking, the woman let out a sharp cry, and then there was no more sound. At this moment, Leng Wuzui also heaved a sigh of relief as he woke up.

I snapped out of my daze, but I fell to my knees and my forehead started to itch. The itch in my forehead had begun as soon as I entered the room, but it had become more evident since that moment, which meant that there would be a more powerful force approaching us. I tried to stand up, but my legs felt like lead and I couldn't lift them. Leng Wuzui hurried over and asked, "What happened to you?"