There are always straight men who change

The person in the mirror showed only half of his face, but he became more and more familiar with it. He hurriedly picked up the bronze mirror on the ground and wanted to take a closer look, but the image on the mirror changed again just after he held it in his hand.

The image of the human face gradually blurred, and a new image changed in almost a few seconds. Yang Yu took a closer look, and it turned out to be the image he saw at Uncle Yao's house at noon.

A young man in white was lying on the coffin, holding a snake-shaped jade pendant in his hand. The young man slowly turned his head to look at Yang Yu. The moment their eyes met, the lights in the room went out.

The temperature of the bronze mirror suddenly dropped, and the cold touch caused Yang Yu to drop the things on the ground as soon as he shook his hands. The moment he let go, the light in the bedroom behind him turned on again.

The bronze mirror was hot and cold for a while, but no matter how you looked at it, it seemed that it was only aimed at him, Yang Yu shouted helplessly to the bedroom: "Auntie, can you help me put away this bronze mirror?"

The room was empty and there was no echo, and the bedroom was empty when I looked around. Xiao Min and his aunt disappeared in an instant, only the snakeskin man who had been following him stood in the room.

In the past, this guy had been peeping at him in the dark, but he had never stood under the light so grandly, and Yang Yu could see his appearance clearly through the light.

Except that the skin is the scales of a white snake, this thing is no different from him in other details. He is dressed in a dark red robe and looks back at himself.

"Can you hear me?" Yang Yu called out tentatively, but the thing still didn't respond as usual.

But this empty room is only myself, no matter how you look at it, it feels very weird.

Yang Yu turned around and went back to the living room and turned on all the lights in the room. After searching around, he couldn't find any trace of Xiao Min and Auntie. The two disappeared without a trace as if they had evaporated from the world.

The bronze mirror that was still on the ground was emitting light blue light, Yang Yu took a closer look.

I can't remember the pattern on the back of the bronze mirror very clearly. I don't know when it changed into a new pattern. The fireworks that spewed out of the handle turned into a thousand-year-old ice, freezing everything in the world here.

I thought that the meaning of this bronze mirror was one positive, one negative, one hell and one human world. The general direction was not wrong, but I didn't expect the mystery behind it.

In the human world, the raging fire of hell is yang, so if you guessed correctly in this place, the hell of ice and ice is yin, with one positive, one evil, one yin and one yang beings.

Yang Yu sat down on the ground and looked at the bronze mirror, it wasn't them who disappeared from the room, but himself.

The young man I saw in the bronze mirror before, probably should be the one lying on the coffin. This mirror is a treasure that Uncle Yao bought from somewhere, and it can pass through yin and yang.

Yang Yu is a person who has died and has extremely negative attributes. This bronze mirror is originally a treasure to ward off evil spirits, so he naturally cannot touch it.

This also makes sense why Xiao Li and the others have no problem holding the bronze mirror, but Yang Yu's hands are blistered by the bronze mirror. The bronze mirror is repelling Yang Yu's touch, and is waiting for him alone. People in the underworld don't have to stay in the underworld for a long time.

As for the stupid thing standing in the bedroom, he must have come here by himself, since he is no longer in the world, he naturally has no taboos to stand where he wants to stand.

"It's really a wave of ups and downs." Yang Yu smiled self-deprecatingly. Since moving the bronze mirror to his home, his body has become colder and colder. If it wasn't so cold that his consciousness froze, he wouldn't ask for it like that. Xiao forced the body temperature.

There was still the scent of Xiao Li's shampoo between his fingers, but that person was separated from him forever, even though they were in the same place, they couldn't see each other.

The temperature in this room is as cold as that of a tomb. Yang Yu took off his pajamas in front of the mirror. The human body in the mirror is as beautiful as a painting. Anyone who sees it will shyly bow his head and dare not look directly at it. But such a beautiful body But he was tattooed with a white python.

The giant python wrapped around Yang Yu's body from the ankle all the way, and finally wrapped around the neck. The snake opened its bloody mouth and looked eager to bite.

This is definitely not the place where I died, but it is not the world either.

I don't know about my own body. This tattoo has never appeared since Yang Yu woke up. At least Yang Yu has never seen it. The sudden appearance today must have something to do with this place. Yang Yu went back to the bedroom to look for it. Put on your clothes.

Although I figured out what happened, I had no idea how to get out.

The bronze mirror in the room was still emitting a light blue light, Yang Yu turned it over with a small square towel, it didn't matter if it didn't turn over, and she saw herself after turning it over.

The self in the mirror was wearing a white nightgown, standing beside the mirror, frowning and looking at something, Yang Yu didn't dare to touch the mirror directly, so he carefully put a square scarf on his hand and picked it up to see clearly .

Taking a closer look, Yang Yu broke out in a cold sweat. Isn't the nightgown he was wearing the one he took off just now? When he stood by the mirror before the lights went out, he found that there seemed to be a pair of ghostly eyes staring at him. Looking back now, aren't these my eyes?

Yang Yu tried to touch the bronze mirror directly, trying to see if he could go back, but no matter how he touched the bronze mirror, it didn't respond, and the image in the mirror disappeared in an instant.

The snake-masked man in the bedroom was still standing there staring at him blankly, Yang Yu closed the bedroom door awkwardly, leaving only himself and a few bronze mirrors in the huge living room, who had just finished flirting with Xiao Force. The feeling hadn't dissipated yet, so he simply lay on the sofa and rubbed the bronze mirror in his hand.

But after lying down, he fell asleep without knowing it, and when he woke up, he looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost noon, but the outside of the house was still dark.

Although it was expected, Yang Yu was still slightly disappointed, the sun will not rise in the world after death, the outside is pitch black and only the lights at home are still on.

In this way, judging from the previous situation in the tomb, I guess I can't last a few days before I will lose consciousness and turn into a corpse-like existence. I didn't feel cold for most of the day.

The mirrors brought from Uncle Yao’s house are still in the living room. I don’t know if I’m thinking too much or what. I listened to Xiao Li calling my name in a daze. I agreed but there was no answer, so I called again. With the sound of Xiao Min's name, only his own voice can be heard in the empty room.

There was a muffled sound from the bathroom behind him, Yang Yu hurriedly opened the door and walked over, but found that there was nothing inside, and everything returned to calm again, this damn annoying calm.

Yang Yu didn't bother to rummage anymore, he thought about smashing these mirrors, but he was afraid that if he smashed the mirrors, he really couldn't go back.

You can't smash it, you can't touch it, there is really no way to do it.

The absence of the sun will make people's concept of time blurred. Yang Yu tried every means but couldn't send himself back to that warm world, instead he was constantly swept away by drowsiness.

After lying down and waking up again, one day has passed, and each time I sleep longer than the last time, the most frightening thing is that even in sleep, there is not much difference from waking up.

I can't move, but I can see everything around me, as if I am looking at this room with another pair of eyes. This feeling is both terrifying and weird.

This is not a good omen, Yang Yu washed his face with cold water, and the deep sleep in the tomb is the same as now, except that one is in the tomb and the other is at home.

Thinking of this, Yang Yu suddenly realized, didn't he disappear out of thin air but die again?

Lao Jiu, who saved him from the tomb, never mentioned how he awakened him. There are countless secrets hidden in this old and cunning tomb robber, but at least one day Yang Yu can be sure.

I am still useful to Lao Jiu, although I don't know what he will do with me. After my aunt finds out that I died suddenly, I will definitely call Tianhan or Xiao Jiu to come over, and then I can leave here.

Yang Yu spent another few days in anxiety, this time was roughly estimated in his heart, because all the time in the house had stopped, and all the things that could display the time, such as the mobile phone alarm clock and electronic watch, stopped little by little.

If this was my past self, I would be lying quietly on the bench and reading a book at this moment, accepting the coming of death little by little, maybe I would just fall asleep holding my favorite historical record.

Gain calmly, lose calmly, strive for the inevitable, let nature take its course, everything has a cause and effect, and everything will be faced calmly, including life and death.

But this time Yang Yu was a little bit reluctant, there were still photos taken by his aunt on the wall, and books given to him by Xiao Jiu were placed on the bookcase.

There is also the hair rope on the bed, which Xiao Ji bought for himself. He said that it didn’t matter if you slept by yourself before, but now that I’m here, what if I don’t pay attention to your hair? He will clumsily smooth the long hair together , and then carefully tied the hair together with a headband.

Although it is useless, Yang Yu's hair is really too long, and it is easy to be pressed when sleeping at night.

Yang Yu, who was treated tenderly by the people around her, could not bear to part with this world.

He tried to look for candles in his aunt's room, and wanted to go out and look around with them, but he couldn't find it after searching over and over again.

The snakeskin man in the bedroom is still following him, which is still the same as before. He never takes the initiative to get close to him or make any strange moves rashly, but just watches quietly.

After opening the door, it was pitch black and the street lamps that were supposed to be on were also dimmed. Yang Yu reluctantly retreated into the house with the door. The flowers placed outside the house were all withered, and the whole world felt a heavy sense of death.

Drowsiness struck again, Yang Yu rushed to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and sat in the living room looking at everything around with energy, since there was no movement in the room since hearing the sound in the bathroom that day.

Yang Yu simply took pictures of all the mirrors according to the arrangement of Uncle Yao’s house, and used the mirror to look at the sofa where she was sleeping soundly. There were six mirrors around the sofa, and no matter which mirror she looked at while lying on the sofa, she could see herself in the mirror. .

This weird feeling didn't make Yang Yu's drowsiness subside, and the cold bath could no longer maintain his spirit, so Yang Yu fell asleep leaning on the sofa.

The moment Yang Yu fell asleep, there was a sudden change in the mirror facing the door, the door opened slightly, and something slowly crawled over against the ground.

Although he was asleep, Yang Yu could clearly feel the cold wind blowing on his face. The direction of the wind was not from the gate but from the mirror. Yang Yu wanted to move but couldn't. He could only look at the door. Little by little, some black shadows walked in from outside the house.

If you look closely, they are all dead!

Some of these fat corpses slowly crawled inward along the ceiling. After entering the room, they began to bite and eat each other's corpses, and the room was filled with the stench of corpses.

A female corpse stayed above Yang Yu, her limbs were twisted in a strange way, her face was facing her limbs but twisted backwards, lying on the ceiling like a centipede looking at Yang Yu.

The room instantly turned into a hell-like scene. The souls of these long-dead people cannot rest in peace, and they are constantly fighting in this world to eat away at each other's bodies.

The mirror is like a urn for raising vases. Hundreds of ghosts enter the urn and open it for years, and there must be one ghost that eats all the ghosts!

The female corpse opened her bloody mouth wide, her mouth was full of stench, her neck was so long that she wanted to reach over and swallow Yang Yu in one gulp, as soon as the sticky saliva dripped on the ground, countless black worms emerged.

Yang Yu tried to move his body but there was no response, he sighed helplessly in his heart, he feared that his soul would be buried here today, and he would be separated from Xiao Ye forever.

An unprecedented sense of despair rose in my heart.

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