Dazed

The night fell quietly, and in the silent night, occasionally one or two dogs barking wandered in the alley, and the evening wind blew intermittently, bringing a rush of hot air.

This is a 200-square-meter apartment with five bedrooms and one living room in a European style. The milky white sofa emits a warm glow under the large chandelier.

"Master Qi, show me, is there anything I need to adjust in this layout?" A chunky middle-aged man smiled all over his face, and welcomed Qi Zheng, who had rushed over, into the room.

Qi Zheng looked around casually, thoughtful in his heart, looking at Fengshui is actually a business that harms Yin and virtue. The so-called things follow their own way, and good and bad luck are all predestined. The luck of the teacher.Therefore, ordinary feng shui masters will avoid cash transactions, and instead use gifts to make a false appearance that they are just helping.

However, Qi Zheng, who has just arrived, has greatly broken this unspoken rule. He has always taken people's money directly. This practice has aroused fierce opposition in the industry. Pay in cash.

"It's not that we don't report, the time has not yet come!" A well-known old gentleman in the industry once said sternly.

Qi Zheng let out a sigh of relief, not knowing why there were so many messy things in his mind, the owner Mr. Zhao left temporarily because he answered the phone, and now Qi Zheng was the only one left in this luxurious and quiet apartment.

He carefully looked at the house. The living room is in the middle, the entrance is high and transparent, there is no roof beam, the bedroom is hidden, and there is no shelter outside the house. There is a pond in the east, and the water is golden. It just complements the five elements of the owner.

It is very suitable for home, a place for gathering money, but what is puzzling is that there are many mirrors inside and outside the room, which makes the whole room depressing and hindering the vitality.

What caught Qi Zheng's attention was a glass mirror placed on the coffee table. It was just at the intersection of the diagonals of the room. This position was called the Yin-Yang position, and the mirror faced the west.The west belongs to yin, and the east belongs to yang. This arrangement is very inappropriate.

Qi Zheng walked over and picked up the mirror. The mirror reflected his face. The flashing light made him blink, and a black shadow flashed across his retina.

Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound in his ears, and darkness enveloped the small room instantly. Qi Zheng's eyes widened in surprise, and he subconsciously grasped the mirror in his hand, his heart beating so nervously.

At this time, the moonlight just poured in from the balcony, illuminating half of the room to be dark and half bright. The transparent moonlight cut this small space into two pictures. A piece of cold silver light was emitted.

The dormant power in the darkness began to move. Qi Zheng was only a half-baked Feng Shui master, and he was also full of fear of those unknown creatures. He wanted to put down the medium in his hand, but he froze for a moment.

Through the mirror, one could clearly see a huge monster clinging to Qi Zheng's back. He was half a head taller than Qi Zheng, his chin was slightly bent, and only a pair of shining eyes were visible on his face shrouded in shadows. Intense and deep, like a lion staring at its prey.

Qi Zheng was horrified, but at this moment, the silver light on the mirror facing him dissipated, and a tadpole-shaped black shadow rippled on the crystal mirror. The black mass was like ink submerged in water, expanding more and more Big, in the blink of an eye, it spreads to the entire mirror surface, and becomes more and more intense.

In an instant, a female ghost with disheveled hair rushed out from the mirror, a pair of red and ferocious eyes were hidden in the fluttering hair, and she attacked Qi Zheng with her bloody mouth and flying long tongue. Qi Zheng was startled, and reflected Leaning back violently, she fell into a cold embrace.

At the same time, two slender fingers glowing with pearls suddenly grabbed the female ghost's neck, as fast as lightning and as light as a brush.

The male ghost twisted hard, and the female ghost's neck snapped off, the black color in the mirror suddenly dissipated, the ghost's head fell to the ground, and rolled to Qi Zheng's feet with a grunt.

The change was only in an instant, and the suffocating silence fell again. At this time, a rapid, suppressed panting sound echoed in the room—Qi Zheng was so cold that he couldn't help panting loudly under the heavy pressure.

The male ghost who killed the female ghost slowly seemed to have no intention of letting go of Qi Zheng in his arms. He put his hands back into the darkness, lowered his head slightly, and lightly touched the back of Qi Zheng's ear with his lips, startling the prey in his arms. Trembling reflexively, his voice was as deep as a demon, and he said slowly: "I really wish you would die right away."

The room temperature continued to drop, Qi Zheng's limbs were stiff, but his head was spinning rapidly. The mirror in his hand had fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces, but the male ghost was still staring at him maliciously.

The atmosphere seemed to be frozen, and suddenly, a burst of "jingling, ringing, ringing" came from Qi Zheng's pocket, clear and loud.

Qi Zheng was stunned for a moment, the phone rang for a while, and then with a "beep", Liang Siyue's light and bright voice came to Qi Zheng's ears clearly through the phone.

She said cheerfully, "A Zheng, I'm going to Guangdong to pick up the goods by car with my aunt tonight, and I won't be back until about a week later, remember to miss me."

Liang Siyue was probably very busy there, so she hung up the phone before Qi Zheng could reply, and the room was quiet again, but the noise at this moment seemed to come from another time and space.

"Hehe," the male ghost chuckled in satisfaction, and a blast of air blew past Qi Zheng's ears, "Remember to miss me."

Before he had time to react, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the house, and then the lights came on, returning to normal, Qi Zheng squinted his eyes, the pressure behind his back suddenly disappeared, his feet went limp, and he collapsed on the ground suddenly.

"Ah, what's wrong with Master Qi?" Boss Zhao, who came back from the phone call, exclaimed when he saw Qi Zheng's collapsed appearance.

Qi Zheng propped up the table with his right hand, closed his eyes and shook off the cold sweat all over his head, and said to Boss Zhao, "Hurry up and throw away all the mirrors that shouldn't be in this room, it's too fucking tricky."

Boss Zhao was surprised when he heard this, "Where did I get a mirror in this room?"

Qi Zheng's body was shaken suddenly, he raised his head, and looked around with his eyes wide open. The room was empty, with nothing but furniture, and the ground was clean, without any debris.

Boss Zhao saw him like this, and asked nervously, "But what's dirty?"

Qi Zheng's mind was in a mess, and he replied unconsciously: "No, no."