Obsessive hunting Ⅰ

Shengsheng and Qi Xiaoge decided to visit the adobe house at night, and they both promised me that they could handle it, so as an elder, I decided to let them go free and not get involved in this matter, or to catch a fish or catch a fish nearby. Let the rats bake.After all, young people occasionally need the opportunity to get along alone. —— "Snow Color Diary"

When Li Yunsheng and Qi Mo arrived not far from the adobe house, for some reason, the night wind on all sides suddenly howled. They stepped on the dim moonlight under their feet, silent for a long time, and frowned at the same time.

"The smell of blood is very heavy here."

According to Li Ming, the person who died in this old room recently was a fortune teller from outside.About two months ago, after the other party heard about the disaster in Beicun, he quoted a high price and volunteered to go to exorcise the ghosts. But before he got the money, the next morning, it turned into a pool of rotten meat exposed to the sun.

"It's very evil." Qi Mo said slowly, "It seems that if we don't go in and find out, we won't be able to draw any reliable conclusions standing at the door."

"That's right, let's go in."

Seeing Li Yunsheng casually moving forward, Qi Mo subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed the former: "Wait, you should meet him outside, I'll go in."

"..." Li Yunsheng obviously didn't like to hear this, and couldn't help but glanced at him, "Why? I don't think it is necessary to support you, just go together."

Qi Mo replied patiently: "You are not in a good condition right now."

With an expression of "I knew it", Li Yunsheng snorted coldly and punched him in the chest: "Come on, why don't you just say it, I'm afraid I won't be able to help because of my injuries—don't worry, I know very well whether I can Get it done, you won’t be brave.”

Qi Mo knew that he couldn't hold him back, so he laughed after thinking about it, and didn't insist anymore.

"When you go in later, remember to follow me."

"When did you become so wordy?" Li Yunsheng tugged on his sleeve impatiently, "In my opinion, it's better for you to follow me."

The moment the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open, the rising dust and mist made the two of them cough repeatedly. Li Yunsheng squinted his eyes and saw that the ancient bronze mirror Li Ming had mentioned was very close at hand.

The mirror reflects a faint light,

Unexpectedly, before he opened his mouth to discuss something with Qi Mo, he felt a strong suction on his face, like an invisible big hand, pulling the two of them into the dark adobe room at the same time in an instant.

When the scene in his sight became clear again, Li Yunsheng's first reaction was to turn around and look for Qi Mo, and then he felt his palm warm, it was Qi Mo holding his hand from behind.

"This is troublesome." Qi Mo said softly, "I should have figured out what mystery is hidden in this house."

Li Yunsheng's heart trembled. When he saw the position he was in, it was obviously not just a simple earthen room, but a strange space containing hundreds of bronze mirrors. There was no gap between the bronze mirrors and they were closely connected. , even into an intricate maze terrain.Candles were lit in every bronze mirror, and the blood-red candles could be seen but couldn't be touched. Only the flame flickered slightly, creating a spooky atmosphere for no reason.

"This is... the mirror of obsession with leaving the soul."

Li Ziyuan once taught him that if a person who passed away had grievances to a certain extent before death, he could turn his obsession into a murderous mirror array, which was like a curse, causing the trespasser to die without a whole body.

Every bronze mirror here clearly reflects the figure of him and Qi Mo at this moment, and every red candle is counting the last hour—the moment when the red candle burns out, all the bronze mirrors will collectively shatter, and the mirror will shatter. People outside will be smashed to pieces along with themselves in the mirror.

This is the reason why those villagers and Taoist priests died inexplicably. They were eager to break the mirror and escape the maze, but they didn't know that this would only lead them to a dead end faster. After all, any broken mirror would become an invitation letter from the underworld.

Qi Mo's eyes gradually darkened: "We must go out before the candle burns out without destroying the mirror."

"I don't think it's possible. It's impossible to find the exit of the maze in such a short period of time." Li Yunsheng bit his finger as usual, dripping blood on the blank talisman paper, and prepared to use spells to lead the way, but the result was very fast. It was discovered that this method was not feasible at all, "...Oops, casting a spell here will intensify the burning of the candle."

Seeing that he was about to tear off the talisman paper, Qi Mo resolutely stopped him: "No, you continue to cast spells, this is our only way out."

"you sure?"

Qi Mo nodded quietly: "It's too late to think of other ways, you just use the talisman paper to lead the way, and we can escape."

Just be fast enough and don't even look back.

After a moment of hesitation, Li Yunsheng accepted the suggestion. Considering Qi Mo's weak constitution, he immediately wanted to take the silver pendant from his neck and return it to the other party, but was confused by Qi Mo's cold eyes .

"...why are you looking at me like that?"

Qi Mo's slender fingers closed together, making his knuckles creak, but his expression was as calm as ever, without any fluctuations.

He said: "Yun Sheng, maybe in your eyes, I am weak if I am not in good health, but in my opinion, this proposition cannot be established."

In front of those who want to protect, he can only be a strong one, there is no room for negotiation.

Li Yunsheng was slightly stunned, and when he looked up, he saw that the blood-stained talisman had come off his fingertips and was flying towards the exit of the maze.

In the next second, he was already being held tightly by Qi Mo, and he ran away following the talisman.

The candle oil in the mirror is like tears of blood, burning to the end bit by bit.