Chapter 56 Chapter Three

I stood up, went straight to Old Shang's room, and sat on the stool in front of the dressing table. This dressing table was bought by Accountant Song himself. The quality is not very good. There are some cosmetics on it. The value of each item does not exceed two hundred yuan.The most attractive object on the table is the bronze mirror.I didn't turn on the light, the door was ajar, and there was light coming from the living room. It wasn't very bright, but I was able to see things. The bright yellow surface of the bronze mirror reflected my face. This blurred face was indifferent and numb, expressionless, and then distorted, inexplicably weird.

I learned in my physics class when I was a child that the distorting mirror effect is due to the unevenness, curvature, and refraction of light on the mirror surface.I stretched out my hand and wiped the mirror vigorously, trying to smooth the mirror.Then when my hand touched the mirror, it felt like an electric shock, numb, and I felt a cold air rise from the mirror and spread to my arm.This eerie cold feeling spread from my tailbone to the top of my head. All the hairs on my body stood up, and my fingers were bright red. I saw the person in the mirror smiling, sneering, the smile was extremely weird, and the corners of the mouth seemed to be grinning to the ears.Although the person is smiling, his eyes are cold, like iced mineral water, and the muscles on his face are twitching regularly.is this me?Eyes, eyebrows, nose, mouth...the facial features are all so familiar, but when put together, they are extremely strange and strange.

The me in the mirror was a stranger, which terrified me. I squeezed my face vigorously, and my muscles couldn't stop beating, as if it didn't belong to me anymore.At this time, the golden mirror blurred for a while, just like a stone dropped into the calm lake water, there were ripples, and the waves were rippling, one after another, first rushing and then slowing down, and gradually stopped. Until the end, a woman appeared on the mirror. This is an extremely delicate woman, wearing a cheongsam, it is hard to tell whether it is the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China, she seems to be sitting in front of a mirror, combing her long black hair with a white ivory comb.Her hair was so long, almost to her waist, that it took a long time to comb it from the top of her head.She combed her hair carefully, then tied it into a woman's bun, took a piece of red paper, moistened her lips, and printed it on, grinning sweetly and inexplicably weird.

She was in a good mood, her thin lips kept closing, as if she was humming a ditty. Then came the thrush, a black twig, carefully drawn, with wide-open eyes. These eyes are looking at me, right now.She is looking at the mirror, but on the other side of the mirror is me. What a strange thing this is, what a mysterious scene this is. However, something even weirder happened—a man appeared behind the woman.This is the background of an old-fashioned bedroom, which is usually seen in rural areas or realistic historical TV dramas. The man is wearing a black gown, with a black, thick and long braid behind his head, with a ferocious face, and his hands On, holding a sharp knife, the sharp kind.The woman saw the man behind her in the mirror, and turned her head suddenly. The two quarreled, and their emotions became more and more agitated. Suddenly, the man raised the sharp knife in his hand high.

Pfft... The sharp knife pierced through the chest, and blood spattered everywhere. All the disputes were over, the woman lay powerlessly on the table in front of the mirror, with blood gushing out of her mouth, mouthful after mouthful, just like Baotu Spring in Jinan, all sprayed into the mirror.Her face was pale, and her crow-colored hair fell down like a waterfall in an instant, making it more obvious.Coupled with the blood coming out of the mouth, this is a classic image of a female ghost... The man was laughing wildly, the muscles on his face were twitching, and there was something trembling between his eyebrows.

It is madness, but also murderous. The woman was wearing a bright red cheongsam, which was dazzlingly red, with pointed nails. Looking at the scene in the mirror, I suddenly woke up, what's going on?Isn't this a mirror? Why are there so many weird scenes, like this is a window, and the opposite is another world? This is the first time I've sat down and thought about this question. I never thought of this simple question, as if everything just now was taken for granted.This is undoubtedly strange, and when I was thinking about this problem, the picture in the bronze mirror was blurred again, and the ripples reappeared, circle after circle, endlessly.Then, something frightening happened—the smooth mirror surface began to become soft, like water or a thin film, the mirror surface was opened, and a simple and clean hand was stretched out, which was small and soft, It's just that the nails are very long, like those of Lafayette Cixi, red and sharp, like five sharp daggers.

I stood up abruptly, wanting to step back, but this hand stretched out suddenly, tightly grasped my right hand, and pulled it in with all my might.The strength is surprisingly strong, I want to pull back, but I can't stand it, I feel that this hand has inexplicable magic power, sucking my mind into the mirror, there is no time to think, no time to accumulate strength... There is no time for anything, I can only grit my teeth and persist .The mirror was moving, gradually emerging from the woman's head. The long black hair was like a waterfall, covering her face. She raised her head slowly, revealing a cold, numb, pale face, with black eyes, as if there was an abyss inside.She laughed suddenly, giggling, showing her blood-stained white teeth.Then, a sharp howl suddenly hit my heart.

what-- I stood up abruptly, and found that Duoduo and Fat Worm were beside me. The program on TV was entering a commercial break, and an out-of-date star was introducing stainless steel safety doors.Looking at his opening and closing mouth, my heart was still immersed in the panic just now, I stretched out my hand to touch the back, it was covered in millet sweat.Only then did I realize that I didn't run into Lao Shang's room at all, but fell asleep on the sofa. Dodo looked at me nervously, was about to cry, and called Lu Zuo, Lu Zuo... The fat bug flew around me, circling in circles, no matter how I looked at it, I felt that this little thing's black beans eyes were full of gloating.

Is it a dream?I thought suspiciously. At this time, the electronic clock hanging in the living room rang "Dang Dang Dang". I looked up and saw that it was exactly twelve o'clock. I held Dodo's little hand, and this cute little nanny looked scared, pointing to the door of Technician Shang, saying that there are ghosts, there are ghosts... I was speechless to her, I am a little ghost, so afraid of ghosts? In other words, she still likes watching horror movies. I was still in fear, but I was amused by Dodo's cute appearance. I took her hand, took out the talisman I had drawn from the backpack, and walked to the door of Lao Shang's room.I entered the door in the afternoon and never closed it. I stood at the door and looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table. I didn’t think much of it at first. After going through that nightmare, I realized that something was wrong—this scene was simply exactly the same.

I turned on the light, then walked to the dressing table and sat down, looking at myself in the bronze mirror with a distorted face. I asked Dodo to go back to the pagoda tree and look at the mirror through her "ghost eyes". I saw a cold and viscous aura attached to the mirror, this aura was not on the surface, but in the world inside the mirror.I know, there is a spirit in this mirror.What is Mirror Spirit?In fact, I have already mentioned this thing before, and it was when Huang Lao Ya cloth "cleaned the spirit array".There are legends about this thing all over the world.It is a spirit, but it does not belong to the soul, but a mutated evil soul.The soul is different from the soul, and this has been mentioned earlier, because there is not much human nature left, most of it is evil, it is instinct.

If what I dreamed about is the origin of this mirror spirit, then this woman's evil soul must be deeply venomous. From this point of view, the disappearance of my two tenants must be related to this bronze mirror. I took out the self-made talisman of rebirth, lit it, and then sang the talisman of rebirth in the smoldering smoke. I used two prongs, and when the talisman was half burned, the bronze mirror really began to tremble. Trembling unceasingly, the side of the mirror frame covered with verdigris actually began to turn red.The yellow mirror began to distort, and the black fog was misty, constantly changing, outlining a woman's face, it was a grimace, and there was a buzzing sound in the air, like a woman's desperate scream. Twelve o'clock at night is the time when Jingling's spiritual power is at its strongest, and it is universal throughout the world. Here is a point, there have always been rumors that it is easy to find the ghost in the mirror when you look in the mirror at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night-you may see your own face is stiff and scary, you may see someone behind you, or you may see the inside There are grimaces.This rumor is actually well-founded. The world inside the mirror is an independent and wonderful place, and it is easy to attract wandering ghosts. Although it is not absolute, it is common.Therefore, I advise everyone to cherish life and never try it. The audio of this scream vibrated very violently, and it reached my heart directly. Even someone like me, who has experienced so many things, was terrified at that moment. I formed the "Inner Lion Seal" immediately, and after chanting "Vajrasattva casts the magic spell", I shouted "Qa"... The fear receded like a tide, but I found that I couldn't hold the bronze mirror stably, the bronze mirror The wooden frame below began to tremble, and then "clicked" a few times, and the red and black wooden frames were all cracked, revealing wooden-colored stubble. The bronze mirror fell to the ground and rolled on the ground, shrouded in black mist. I stepped on it with one foot, took the steps of the Big Dipper, and yelled according to the chapter of the forbidden spell in the broken book, "The cloud script is too empty. At the beginning of the catastrophe, it will sink or float; More than ten feet, the innocent emperor, according to the pen is a book..." This is the "Opening Sutra Xuan Yun Curse", the most practical forbidden spell among the twelve methods, which is specially used to subdue spiritual beings. I read the pardon aloud, feeling the vibration and echo of the sound waves in the air, each note is reacting, and superimposed exponentially. The whole room was shocked when the last word "Du" was pronounced, and the copper mirror finally stopped beating.I attached my lower body, picked it up, put the circle in front of me, and immersed my mind in it. Two familiar breaths emerged in my heart.