Thousands of demons fell for me

"Don't be too complacent." Ji Wenshu raised the corners of his mouth and laughed mockingly, "Your mask will be torn soon, he..."

"I'll tear you up first." Chen Zimu said coldly.

The sickle suddenly pulled out from behind, and slashed again in the air, cutting Ji Wenshu into several sections.

The broken body turned into clouds of black smoke and dissipated in an instant.

Chen Zimu withdrew his sickle, stepped forward and grabbed Luo Xingchen's left wrist, and was about to repeat the trick and put his lips on his blood-stained palm, but Luo Xingchen pulled out his hand first.

"Where's the healing spell you used for Wang Dali before?" Luo Xingchen looked at Chen Zimu and said flatly, "Just use that."

Chen Zimu pondered for a moment, his eyes became more condensed.

He slowly pulled out a piece of yellowed talisman from his sleeve, ignited the talisman with the dark golden flame from his fingertips, and threw it into the air directly in front of Luo Xingchen.

The talisman paper turned into a cloud of white mist in the air, and quickly gathered together. There was a "bang" and a thunder was heard, and light rain immediately fell from the cloud layer one after another.

Luo Xingchen hastily stretched out his hands, and used the small shower to wash away the blood stains and saliva on his hands.

However, until the rain stopped, the small wounds on his palms did not heal.

"My mana has been consumed too much, not enough for the spell to work again." Chen Zimu frowned, and said in a low voice, "There is only another way."

"No need, that's it."

Luo Xingchen withdrew his hand and thanked him.

Whether the wound can heal is secondary. His purpose at the beginning was to wash the saliva off his hands.

However, Chen Zimu suddenly walked up to him, grabbed his wrist, and kissed his palm before he had time to react.

Luo Xingchen's hands smelled of Ji Wenshu, and Chen Zimu had already noticed it.

How could it be just washed with water? He had to cover it thoroughly with his own smell.

This time the kiss lasted longer than before.

Luo Xingchen tried to withdraw his hand, but Chen Zimu was very strong, domineering, and could not be refused.

Even when he was trying to retreat, he grabbed his shoulder with the other hand, completely blocking his retreat.

If it wasn't because Chen Zimu had just saved him and he was kind enough to heal his wounds, he would have kicked him up long ago.

After the entire palm was kissed, Chen Zimu let go of his hand, and said solemnly: "The mana is not enough, it took a little more time."

Is this lying to ghosts?

He has eyes, and he saw that the wound on his palm had healed half a minute ago.

Chen Zimu raised his eyebrows, and said with a light smile, "Anyway, there is no one else around, why are you shy? Haven't you already had more in-depth exchanges?"

Luo Xingchen choked, and just about to speak, a white skull suddenly appeared from the wall next to him.

"Hello, I'm still here~"

The skeleton stretched out his hand and greeted the two people in front of him.

Luo Xingchen froze slightly, and quickly pushed away Chen Zimu's hand on his shoulder.

Chen Zimu turned his head and cast his cold eyes on the skeleton.

"Uh... I'm not a human being."

The skull's Adam's apple moved, and immediately retracted into the soil again.

After Ji Wenshu disappeared, the illusion in the tunnel was also broken.

Luo Xingchen found other people and returned to Zhao Shiyun's room together.

He fitted the blue crystal back where the edge of the vanity mirror was missing.

With a soft "click", the mirror surface of the vanity mirror slowly fell down.

Behind the mirror is a square passage, wide enough for a strong adult man to crawl through.

There is no light in the passage, and the depths are pitch black, and the end cannot be seen clearly.

On the ground of the passage, a few withered and yellow straws were scattered here and there.

There happened to be two flashlights in the cabinet of the vanity mirror. Luo Xingchen took out one and shone it into the passageway. There was a small dark iron door in the distance.

"I'll go in and see."

Luo Xingchen was about to climb up the dressing table, but Chen Zimu grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back.

Because it was too sudden, his footsteps were unsteady, he staggered, and his back hit Chen Zimu's chest.

"It might be dangerous." Chen Zimu whispered next to Luo Xingchen's ear, "I'll go ahead."

Mai Jieke, who was standing aside, glanced at Chen Zimu.

Go ahead, just go ahead, do you need to be friendly and cuddly?

Now that it is dark, do you think he is air?

Seeing Chen Zimu let go of Luo Xingchen and walking towards the dressing table, Mai Jieke strode forward and pushed Chen Zimu aside.

"Just your small body?" Mai Jie gave Chen Zimu a dissatisfied look, "I'll come first."

He strode up to the dresser with a big stride, put his head into the hole, burrowed in hard, and half of his body went in, then stopped.

Two seconds later.

"Master Mai, are you alright?"

Luo Xingchen couldn't help but speak.

"..." Mai Jie was silent for a while, "The muscles on the arm seem to be stuck, can you pull me out?"

Because there were only two flashlights, Luo Xingchen crawled in behind Chen Zimu, while the others stayed outside and were ready to respond at any time.

Mai Jie wanted to follow in, but he was too big, so he could only stay outside and stare blankly.

After climbing to the iron gate, Chen Zimu stopped.

Luo Xingchen took out the small silver key and threw it forward, "Here's the key."

"no need."

Chen Zimu glanced at the key that had fallen by his side, raised his hand and put it on the small square iron door, and pushed it forward.

"Boom!"

The iron door broke away from the wall at once, flew forward, and smashed on the hard floor.

Therefore, the key that Zhao Shiyun lost was superfluous from the beginning, so if I knew it earlier, why bother to go to such lengths to get it.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of eager knocking sounds suddenly came from behind.

"Xingchen, how are you doing?" Qian Xiaoyu lay on the dressing table, pounding on the mirror, and shouted anxiously, "Are you okay?"

The people in the room were originally standing in front of the vanity mirror, looking nervously into the passage, and by the way, they were able to appreciate Luo Xingchen's graceful figure from this wonderful angle.

Just as they were engrossed in watching, they didn't know that the hateful mirror suddenly closed, blocking their sight.

Qian Xiaoyu tried to remove the blue crystal and put it back on again, but there was still no response.

The vanity mirror obviously used a one-way mirror, and Luo Xingchen could clearly see the outside scene from the passage.

Mai Jieke had already raised the big hammer, as if he was about to smash it on the mirror.

"We're fine." Luo Xingchen replied hastily.

It seems that when the iron door is opened, the mirror surface of the vanity mirror will rise, and if it wants to go down again, the iron door can only be closed again.

However, the iron gate used to control the mechanism has been completely removed by Chen Zimu.

"Don't worry." Chen Zimu jumped down the passage, entered the dark room inside, turned around and stretched out his hand to Luo Xingchen, "When we go back, just remove the mirror."

This dark room is like a small bedroom, with a foldable single bed placed on the innermost wall, and a diary on the bedside table, the cover of which is covered with thick dust.

On the ground next to the bed, there is a scarecrow, very similar to the scarecrow in the wheat field, except that it is a woman, with two small braids on both sides of her head made of straw.

Next to the scarecrow was a round straw, on which was painted a friendly and lovely smiling face with oil paintbrush, which was the same as the smiling face Luo Xingchen had seen in the illusion before.

In order to vent her anger, Zhao Shiyun put the head of the woman in the purple dress on the scarecrow in the wheat field, and took away another scarecrow, leaving the other person alone.

This round straw is the real head of the scarecrow.

Luo Xingchen walked to the bedside table, picked up the diary, shook off the dust, and read it by the light of the flashlight.

This is the diary that Zhao Shiyun took from Ji Wenshu. It is not so much a diary, but a murder note, which records everyone killed by Ji Wenshu.

Ji Wenshu lured the prey into this manor, strangled them alive, and threw their corpses into the wheat field.

In just two years, dozens of innocent men and women were killed one after another.

Zhao Shiyun hid in the secret room behind the vanity mirror, and has been watching Ji Wenshu silently through the one-way mirror. Because she was originally mentally abnormal, she had distorted emotions for Ji Wenshu and regarded him as an imaginary lover.

Ji Wenshu probably didn't know about Zhao Shiyun's existence, and those hundreds of unopened love letters were never sent to him.

"Zi Zi, Zi Zi—"

There was an ear-piercing rubbing sound on the wall, as if someone had left sharp scratches on it with a sharp weapon. Although those scratches were distorted, they formed a complete sentence.

[I finally found my head, return it to me quickly! 】

The wall with the words written on it collapsed with a "crash", revealing a bright road leading to the wheat field in the distance.

Standing in front of the damaged wall was a man wearing a black windbreaker and holding a silver sickle in his hand.

"Chen Zimu?"

Luo Xingchen exclaimed, and subconsciously moved away from the people standing beside him.

In front of his eyes, two Chen Zimu unexpectedly appeared at the same time.