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This sudden change shocked me, but it also answered my previous doubts.

The guide was not frightened. He grabbed the ghost's hands and rushed forward, opening his mouth as if he wanted to bite the ghost's neck.

I was in a daze.

In my field of vision, the ghost's pale skin magnified in front of my eyes, and when the guide bit it, I also felt that strange touch.

This is not human skin and muscle, let alone some edible meat. The taste I taste is of Yin Qi, without flesh and blood.

When the guide raised his head, he saw that there was a gap in the ghost's neck, and there were teeth marks on the edge of the gap. But in the wound, I only saw broken muscles. The color of the muscles was the same as his skin, an abnormal gray with no blood.

The ghost howled and began to struggle.

The leather strap around his neck made a squeaking sound, pulling at the dead tree.

I thought these dead trees were dead things, but I didn't expect that the branches of this tree suddenly swayed and thrust out towards the guide.

The guide stepped back alertly, but did not retreat far.

There was a click, the branch supported by the belt broke, and the ghost fell to the ground. His tongue was still hanging out, and he was wandering towards the guide.

The guide became even more disdainful, waiting for the other party to rush in front of him and grab him.

I didn't want to see the next scene, let alone experience it, but I had to go through the process of the guide completely eating the ghost. Although there is no texture of flesh and blood, and what the passerby swallows is just Yin Qi, I still feel nauseated.

The dead tree also stopped moving, and its thorny branches retracted.

The guide looked at the dead tree, stopped before leaving, and walked forward towards the dead tree.

There is a tree hole in the trunk of the dead tree.

I was slower than the guide before I noticed the flash of light in the tree hole.

The tree hole and the lines on the trunk formed a strange face, which looked eerie. The guide was not afraid and went directly to the tree hole to look inside.

There is a broken mirror inside the tree hole.

I felt something was wrong, but the guide didn't suspect anything. After moving his head away, he reached out to take out the mirror inside.

When his hand touched the mirror, it was grabbed by a thin hand.

The guide suddenly became nervous and wanted to pull his hand out, but he didn't expect that the little hand was so powerful.

The trunk is hollow and itself dry and fragile. A little man jumped out of the tree trunk.

I didn't know how he got into the tree trunk, let alone how he had such great strength.

He held a fragment of the mirror in his hand, and he stabbed the fragment directly into the guide's eyes.

The guide screamed, and I also felt severe pain.

However, the hand was still exerting force, as if trying to force the mirror into the guide's brain.

There was warm blood flowing down.

The guide is obviously different from the previous hanged ghost. He has flesh and blood.

The villain rides on the guide's chest, like a mountain, pressing on the guide.

The guide's other eye was also pierced by a fragment of the mirror.

In an instant, the scenery seen by the guide became distorted and broken. My vision became like a reflection in a broken mirror.

Among those fragments, there is the appearance of a villain.

It was only then that I saw clearly that he was not a child, but a deformed old man with an old appearance, sparse hair, no eyebrows and beard, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and his pupils were It was strangely yellow, and the position of the pupil was also skewed, which seemed to be some kind of disease. He was dressed differently from the guide. He was wearing linen clothes and his clothes were not covering his body.

I also saw his blackened nails, and there were calluses on his palms and fingertips.

This thing doesn't look like a human being, but like an ugly species similar to a human being.

His shriveled mouth opened, revealing his missing teeth, and his expression looked like he was smiling.

Those thin but extremely powerful hands pressed down.

"Ahhhhhh-" the guide shouted loudly.

The two mirror fragments have been completely inserted into the brain of the guide.

However, the guide is not a human, but a ghost. He waved his hands vigorously and actually opened the powerful ghost.

Where the guide held his eyes, blood fell on his palms. He turned around to look, and in his broken vision, the ghost actually wanted to escape. And what the ghost was looking at was not the guide. He was looking at the other side in panic.

The guide didn't even look back to see what was next to him. He gritted his teeth, got up and ran away.

I endured the pain and heard shouts from behind me, followed by a few whooshes and what seemed like gunshots.

"Chirp!"

The strange cry was filled with mournful screams, and then fell silent.

The guide's lower back hurt, his body staggered, and he almost fell, but he supported his body.

The shouts behind him did not come closer, but the guide did not dare to relax.

It wasn't until he saw the flat and endless Huangquan Road that day that the guide suddenly stopped and his body fell directly to the ground due to inertia.

His eyes were no longer bleeding, but the pain was still there.

Dawn seemed to appear in the dark sky, and it seemed like a light shining into the eyes of the guide.

The shards of the mirror reflected the light.

I just felt it was so dazzling that I couldn't help but squint my eyes.

With this movement, I found that the dream suddenly returned to the time period of Weeping Cemetery.

As soon as I let go of my hand, the guide's body fell to the ground. However, it didn't make any sound. Instead, it fell apart strangely and completely disappeared.

I subconsciously thought that the guide had escaped. When I was panicking, I heard a crisp sound.

Two fragments of the mirror fell to the ground, washed away by the rain, and sank directly into the soil.

I was even more panicked. I squatted down and was about to dig out the two fragments, but I heard the "click-click" sound of wood chips being knocked.

I have heard this sound, in that room in the archives, and even before...

It’s the sound of wind chimes!

As soon as the thought came to my mind, I felt my body sink.

I found myself lying face down in the archives room.

"Lynch! Lynch, are you okay?"

Lu Qiaolan squatted in front of me. Behind her, there were several teddy bears surrounding her. There seemed to be a curious light in their glass eyes.

I raised my head and saw Lu Qiaolan and Zhuang Huai, but there was no father and son, and no Wang Qian.

"What happened?" I asked quickly, scanning the room again.

There was no blood on the entire large mirror, and it was exquisitely broken and dull. It didn't look like there was any magical supernatural object at all.

"After you left, the old man chatted with us and talked about Weeping Cemetery and what happened in the past two days. I originally wanted to test it out, but suddenly some... teddy bears rushed in from outside the door..." Zhuang Huai said in a tone of voice Weird, he glanced at the teddy bears beside Lu Qiaolan.

The teddy bears seemed shy, hugging Lu Qiaolan's legs and tugging at her clothes.

"After they rushed in, they seemed to be biting something, and there was blood all over the floor. The second son disappeared all of a sudden. The other two were very frightened. When we come up to find you, you just lie on the ground." Zhuang Huai quickly explained the situation clearly.

My heart tightened as I looked at the broken mirror.

If the person who led the way died like that, what about Chen Xiaoqiu and the others? ·

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