attack stream of life

This is an empty room that was specially arranged.

There are no windows, no lights, just a wooden door, a candle and a dressing cabinet with a mirror.The candles were lit on the counter, emitting a faint yellow light in the dark.

He had been staring at the mirror for more than an hour, and found nothing other than a slight asymmetry between his left and right eyes.

This little elf is really cautious, according to the past rules, it has appeared a long time ago, but it has never come over.The instinct of all created ghosts is to kill their creators, but this new mirror monster is so calm, I dare not say anything else, its IQ is really high.

"Are you here?" the system asked hiding in the sea of ​​spirit.

"Nope."

"not yet?"

"Fishing requires patience."

"It's the third day, and the host's dark circles are coming out. Will it come or not?"

"I catch it, and it wants to catch me too, it depends on who can hold it... huh?"

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Are you here?"

"I feel emotions that I didn't have before, but it's not in the mirror. There is nothing else to reflect in this room except this mirror. It should be outside the room, observe secretly, and look for the most suitable opportunity."

I met so many ghosts, most of them were silly and sweet, but today I came to be careful.

Qing Chuan remained calm, as in the past two days, staring at the mirror as much as possible, but when the biological clock came, the eyelids began to war, but the eyelids drooped for a while, and then forced their spirits to widen.After drooping for a while, he forcefully opened his eyes wide.

He leaned back in his chair and yawned.

"I'm not here again today..." His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was about to get up and leave.

ah~~~~oh~~~~

The emotions I felt suddenly rose up like a large-scale symphony, with a bit of caution and unconcealable triumph, one step, two steps, three steps, one step, two steps, three steps, the emotions are higher than the first level, The distance from the first level is closer than the first level.

Qing Chuan pretended to yawn, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the eyes of 'himself' flicker in the mirror, with indescribable cunning.

It laughed.

Qingchuan also laughed.

Both sides feel that they have the chance to win, and the opponent is a war scum, who can be killed in a matter of minutes.

Qingchuan has already called out the 'people in the closet', and is about to slap the mirror with his backhand.This kind of two-dimensional and two-dimensional war, his three-dimensional will not get involved.

Qing Chuan looked at the mirror, and Qing Chuan in the mirror also looked at him.Suddenly, the 'Qingchuan' inside got stuck, like a TV with a bad signal, the screen flickered, and the image was distorted. It had the visual sense of the old TV's sizzling picture, and he subconsciously felt it. I want to take a picture of the signal receiver of the TV.

This... this haunted will also run into a bad signal?

It's been a long time.

After such a delay, the 'person in the cabinet' in his hand was not sent out.

He saw the face of 'myself' in the mirror turn blue, and the eyes suddenly rounded, very familiar, eating fish stuck fishbone is the expression, it is the pain, the throat is too irritated and a bit nauseated, very expressive.

'vomit--'

'It' glanced at Qingchuan, bowed its head and spit out a mosaic of unknown objects, looked at Qingchuan again, spit again, looked again, spit again.

His face was black and blue from vomiting, and he was still looking at Qingchuan persistently, with both hands tightly grasping the edge of the counter in the mirror, like a poor pregnant woman who wanted to release all her ten-month morning sickness.However, those scarlet eyes were still so strong that they stared at Qing Chuan in front of the mirror.

Stubbornness from bronze.

Qingchuan: ...

system:……

The person in the closet: ...

Really persistent.

No, do I look very vomiting?

Qingchuan felt that he had been greatly humiliated. Is this another form of mental attack?

"Although I don't know what's going on, I'll kill you while you're sick." Qing Chuan pressed the 'person in the cabinet' onto the mirror.It was originally flat, and once it was pasted on the mirror, it seemed to be printed and pasted. It was completely pasted into the mirror and appeared in the world inside the mirror.

Qing Chuan slightly opened the corners of his mouth, and was about to show his most charming spring-like smile, when his smile froze suddenly—the 'man in the closet' in the mirror, appeared Qing Chuan's face.

Now there are three faces of Qing Chuan on the scene, one is on Qing Chuan's face, this is true.One of them appeared in the mirror, it was a pirated version, and now Yuda Lihua is very miserable.There is also a picture of a person in the cabinet, with a flat body and a round head with a 3D effect on it. The picture is so weird that it is difficult to describe it.

The mirror demon expressed that he was greatly frightened and hiccupped.

"Hit it."

Qing Chuan said with a dark face.

After the beating was over, the mirror demon was crying inside, and everyone knew what was going on.

The mirror demon vomited, not because of Qingchuan's unsightly looks, nor because of pregnancy (Mirror demon: ...), it just because it was full.

Qingchuan's hundreds of years of memory were all stuffed into his body with a 'kuang', and he suffered from indigestion.

The thing is actually like this, after all, the mirror monster is a newborn monster. What about this, children always eat without restraint and lack self-control.

The same goes for this little monster, his irresponsible father (Qingchuan:???) didn’t play a good role in guiding him, he was just born hungry, screaming from hunger, it’s not easy to see food, just ignore it Stuffed in the stomach.

Eat up.

The mirror demon will copy and absorb all the memories of the person in front of the mirror in a second. This is a setting problem, which belongs to biological instinct and cannot be controlled.It's okay to change someone else, it's a small thing to remember for hundreds of years.

But Qingchuan's situation is quite special.

Except for the first seven years, in the following years, he was basically surrounded by various emotions, from people and from old objects.Let's make an analogy, as if a person with normal ears is sitting in the middle of the house:

The front sang 'My motherland and I cannot be separated for a moment', high-spirited and full of emotions.

Right front is a gentle lullaby, "Sleep, sleep, my dear baby" as soft as the night wind.

On the right is Suona, "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix", Chirp Chirp Chirp Chirp, the three-dimensional surround sound of a hundred kinds of birds.

The rhythm on the right back is brisk and full of childlike innocence, "Little swallow, wearing a floral dress, comes here every spring".

Behind it is Beethoven's fate, bang bang bang bang—gloomy and full of accusations.

On the left is the favorite of the aunts in the streets and alleys, "The End of the World is My Love", stay here!

Opera coloratura on the left, ahhhhhh~~

Finally, there is another 'uneasy' in front of the left.

It's not an hour, it's not a day, it's day after day, year after year.

Qingchuan has been used to it for a long time, he has completely overheard and let the wind blow from east to west.

But the mirror demon is not there yet. Although it is old, it was born less than a month ago, and it is still a baby.

Good guy, hundreds of years of emotions are put in, without a little bit of defense, it's like a year's food for an elephant is compressed in the stomach of a hummingbird, even an iron stomach can't hold it.Doesn't this give the mirror demon a psychological shadow?

It can't see Qing Chuan's face at all now, just like the 'people in the closet' can't see the thin thread, and when they see it, they reflexively want to vomit.

"It's a crime..." The tragedy of the mirror demon cured the system's mirror phobia. Not only is it no longer afraid, but why does it have a little sympathy?

Qingchuan: ...

Blame me.

Young Master Wei was waiting for his new girlfriend outside a high-end luxury building.

His handsome and handsome face was reflected in the small mirror of the motorcycle. Young Master Wei held the helmet in one hand, and slowly combed his black hair with the other hand like a close-up of a movie. Raised the corners of his lips.

He drove a cool motorcycle all the way here at lightning speed - in fact, he didn't know how to ride a motorcycle three days ago, but for the sake of the man's face, he cruelly exchanged a hundred points for riding a motorcycle to show off his skills.It is impossible to learn it by yourself. When the Harley rings, the parents will raise it for nothing. The danger is too high. A gentleman can't stand under the dangerous wall.

He didn't want to spend this point at first, those gangsters were about to drive right up to his nose on a broken motorcycle, and the new wife was still looking at him eagerly, could it be okay at this time?

Definitely not.

But the system is a little dissatisfied, it wants him to focus more on his career.Young Master Wei is really a little slack now.

This little dissatisfaction will not affect their feelings, after all, they have cooperated in three worlds.Young Master Wei is a qualified host most of the time, a little life adjustment will not affect the mission, so the system turns a blind eye.

The host has experienced more worlds, and there will always be more eccentricities. Young Master Wei likes to have girlfriends and open a harem, and that's okay.

What the system likes most is that he never acts emotionally. Treating his woman is like treating a cat or dog at home. Acting like a baby will give some benefits. If he stretches out his minions, he will chop him up directly.No matter how much you like a woman, once she becomes a stone on the road, she will not hesitate to kill her sister to sacrifice to heaven.

The urban deity system feels that it can tolerate this little problem, as long as it does not prevent it from collecting beliefs.

But in recent days, it has always had a bad feeling.

It released its spirit and checked it carefully many times, but found nothing.

The system trusts its intuition very much, and it has avoided many murderous attempts by relying on intuition.So it uses a prop, a prop that can scan and track similar systems, and look up the opponent's approximate location regardless of level, but it can only be used in the three worlds.Used it twice before and only the last time.

Sure enough, it swept through.

It is the group of doves who raise their hosts as children.

Once appeared in the port terminal, once appeared in the business district, not always can be found.This is not good news, it can only show one thing, its host already has a spiritual sea.This must be a very experienced old tasker with rich experience and difficult to deal with.

The system suspected that the other party was going to take advantage of Young Master Wei's lasciviousness to get close to him. Recently, they had had several quarrels about Young Master Wei picking up girls.Young Master Wei's first three worlds were so smooth, he didn't know how bad it was.

The system has already made up its mind, once Wei Dashao shows signs of being controlled, he will have to escape first even if he is desperate.

The host is too arrogant, gradually becoming disobedient, he has already forgotten who made him go from being a gnawing old man who has achieved nothing to where he is today.

"You made me wait so long." First Young Master Wei was very upset. He was willing to give his new favorite a little face, but the other party couldn't show his face.

He looked at his face in the mirror, how beautiful it was, without layers of greasy fat, large and obvious pores, and no pitted acne scars.When such a face grows on him, it is especially likable.

The handsome face in the mirror seemed to smile wickedly.

Even a smirk is so handsome, Young Master Wei thought.

"Not good!" the urban god system called out.

But it was too late, both the host and the system were firmly under control.

A chip like a speck of dust was picked out from Young Master Wei's scalp, crossed the sidewalk, and landed straight on the hand of a young man in the cake shop opposite, and was instantly put away by his fingers.

The young man came out with a cake packing box, his smile was as sweet and soft as a cake.Passers-by smiled like people who came over, they must be thinking of their beloved girlfriend, young people are in love when they are in love.

"Host, what should this person do?"

"Peel off all the props on him, and give it to the mirror demon to play with, as my apology."

Qing Chuan took a box of pastries, packed a big box of milk tea, and went to visit the crew.

Ever since he tasted the sweetness of the high profits of film and television dramas, the bosses of the society have no intention of taking care of their own territory now. A movie has just ended, and the second one will be approved immediately. It was before.

However, except for a very few duplications, most of the supporting roles have been replaced by newcomers.Among them was the beautiful young man recommended by Qingchuan.

Qingchuan's previous copyright fee could get more than 3 yuan according to the share, but now it is all invested in the new movie, plus the copyright fee, it can barely be regarded as the second investor.If it's someone else, Boss Ren is not so easy to talk to, and the society has always been ugly. Didn't Boss Ren still have the idea of ​​​​buying and selling without money at the beginning?

But after a movie was shot, he already saw that Qingchuan was a wolf in sheep's clothing.It's hard to say whether it can be done, but it's definitely not difficult to ruin your own affairs.

Besides, he still remembered the figure of Qing Chuan waving a whip that day, and when the whip came down, it would definitely hurt.

Boss Ren is already considering setting up a new film company.

The money is enough to make two more movies.He also has people, and he can dig them if he doesn't.But now to do business, the first is the support of two 'uppers'.

The Chief Inspector looked like he was going to die, the starved camel was bigger than the horse, and he had to take care of one or two.In terms of associations, if he wants to switch to a legitimate business, he can't fight and kill like he used to mess around in the rivers and lakes, and he has to make money with peace.

It's hard to say how Boss Ren's personal and public morals are, but his subordinates are really good.

Many big brothers regard younger brothers as cheap consumables, but Ren Shaocheng regards them as his own responsibility. If they are willing to follow him, he has to lead them well.He doesn't have many people under him, but they are all loyal. The boss said what he said, and suddenly said that we should turn to a normal career and start a film company, and no one objected.

The younger brothers trust him so much, and Ren Shaocheng is under a lot of pressure. If he wants to do it, he has to do it well and become famous.

He especially wanted to draw Qing Chuan into his camp. Such a white-faced and dark-hearted scholar is especially suitable as a representative of external communication, and he also has so many film copyrights.To use an inappropriate description, this is a beautiful lady with a generous dowry, who wouldn't want to marry?

Horror themes are a minority, but not in movies. Many people watch the midnight show, especially those young people who deliberately bring their girlfriends over, and they like to show off their boyfriend power in the midnight show.

It's a pity that Qingchuan refused, he had his own plan.However, he promised that all copyrights will be given priority to the boss company.

Boss Ren found a director. If there is no unscrupulous scholar, a wealthy son-in-law is also fine.

Qing Chuan doesn't care what they do, he is worried about his future venture capital.So I still maintain the frequency of visiting the crew two or three times a week, and sometimes I stay for a day to see how the crew is filming.

To say that they have cooperated twice, Qingchuan and the staff should be very harmonious.

Hmm...probably because the image of him making troubles and gangsters into the "Beijing View" was too exciting and impressive. Those who like him like him very much, and those who are afraid of him are also afraid.

On the contrary, the newcomer only knew that he was the original author and the second investor, and he was not empty-handed when he came, so he was very welcome, especially the one introduced by Qingchuan to the crew.

Hitting a snake with a stick is just for him.

"Brother Gu! Brother Gu, are you here? Why do you take so many things by yourself?"

Qiao Wan greeted him very attentively, and wanted to take over the huge incubator and snack box from Qing Chuan's hands. Seeing that Qing Chuan was holding it easily, he thought it wasn't something heavy, so he almost fell down without warning, "Ouch, What is this thing that is so heavy? Brother Gu worked so hard to carry it all the way."

Qing Chuan grabbed the incubator that was about to fall, "It's full of milk tea, if you fall, I'll bring it here for nothing."

He carried the things to the director's side, and waited until the scene was over before calling for people to share the things.

Qingchuan has been here many times, so he knows the approximate number of people, even those who play tricks are not left behind.All disposable cups are covered with airtight lids, and the milk tea made with black tea mince, fresh milk and thick syrup is very famous in that area, and the price is not cheap.

But pastry is the exclusive delicacy of high-level people. The director drank milk tea at the right temperature, ate hot biscuits and small cakes, and touched his stomach from time to time, "You bring things here every now and then, I will eat like this I have a little belly."

"You're so fresh. I've never seen you so thin before. My sister-in-law made you fat because of her skill. Besides, which director doesn't have a belly?"

"Hey, it's no wonder my Ahong likes you, and she speaks too much to please women. If her craftsmanship is half as good as yours, I will definitely go home to eat every day. You say you, make money and cook for everything, and let us live Is it? She wanted to introduce someone to you last time."

"No. Thank you, Bumin. I'm still young, a baby."

The director laughed, he thought of how Qingchuan mocked Young Master Wei as the baby's, but he didn't expect to be very cruel to himself.

The director and Qing Chuan are familiar, they are already friends, and they visit each other's house as guests, and they have no scruples when talking, just joking when they meet.

"Is the crew all right these days?"

"All good. Oh yes, one thing."

"what?"

"There's a new crew coming next door. You know Young Master Wei's martial arts drama "Sword Like a Rainbow" with deduction? Now it's filming in the costume section next door."

"He shoots his, I shoot mine, well water does not violate river water."

"Then Mr. Wei is narrow-minded. He is deliberately troubling you. Otherwise, what is wrong with his writing? He wants to write reasoning and martial arts together? No, it's hard to say whether this book was written by him or not. You must pay someone to write it."

"Don't worry about him, the Wei family is in a state of desperation, and there will be no eggs left under the nest."

Qing Chuan thought of the Young Master Wei who had been deprived of all props and halos and was still in the hands of the mirror demon. He was very curious, how is he doing now, is he still alive?