Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

Qiao Leting opened his eyes. At this moment, he was lying in a magnificent palace. Various ancient mythical monsters were painted on the golden dome, which seemed so lifelike that they would fly down from the dome in the next second.He sat up and looked around. The palace was sealed, and four glazed lamps were placed in the four corners of the palace. Under the lights, his shadow became thin and long.

He seemed to have had a dream just now, in the dream he became the son of Emperor Chen Xi, growing up in front of him day by day, following Ji Yue like a little tail every day, father and father yelling endlessly all day long However, Ji Yue didn't think he was annoying, and when he was free, he would always carry him to the market to play. Almost all the vendors in the snack street to the east of Luoyi knew their father and son.

Thinking that this is Ji Yue's mausoleum, Qiao Leting felt uncontrollably sad.

After a long time, he got up from the ground and walked around the palace. There were exquisite murals painted on the walls of the palace. It was still the young man and the child. The stories on the murals were exactly what he saw in his dream. Yes, the last mural shows children and youth getting into cars and leaving the country they love.

Qiao Leting sighed slightly, looked away, and began to look for the exit of the palace. The four walls of the palace were exactly the same except for the murals. Mirror, the edge of the bronze mirror is engraved with various monsters with beast bodies and human heads, with ferocious faces, piercing eyes staring into the mirror, a huge bird of prey dormant on the top of the bronze mirror, a pair of sharp eyes looking fiercely at Qiao Leting.

Qiao Leting stared at the bird of prey for a while, he thought that the bird of prey would come alive from the bronze mirror, but it didn't, but when he moved his body, he found that the bird of prey was still watching closely Own.

Qiao Leting turned around and ignored the mirror. He pushed the four walls one by one without pushing, and then turned out the hammer and the mobile phone in his pocket, and glanced at the screen of the mobile phone. It was already nine o'clock in the morning Yes, he ordered takeaway last night and still didn't eat a bite, and his stomach was growling right now.

He shook the small hammer in his hand, intentionally avoiding the murals, and slammed it down on the blank part of the wall on the left hand side, one after another, after a few bangs, the wall was not damaged at all. Instead, it made Qiao Leting's right wrist go numb.

After knocking on all four walls, Qiao Leting put the hammer back into his pocket. He was really tired, so he sat down against the wall and prepared to take a rest.

Before he could sit down, the bird of prey above the bronze mirror suddenly flapped its wings and turned. The dome of the palace room gradually turned from golden to blood-colored, as if thick blood was dripping down the wall, and the monster on it protruded. The claws reflected streaks of white light under the light.

Qiao Leting clenched the hammer tightly, and then a gust of wind blew through his back, all the glazed lamps in the room were suddenly extinguished, there were whining sounds from all directions, the bronze mirror on the table vibrated violently, and the eyes of the birds of prey turned red In the light, Qiao Leting's thin figure was reflected in it.

A white shadow appeared in the bronze mirror, shaking his soft water-like body, he called out in a hoarse and low voice: "Come here... come here..."

Qiao Leting's limbs walked towards the bronze mirror uncontrollably, dense beads of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, there was secret fear in his pupils, the humming in his ears became louder, and a pair of cold hands Grabbing his arms, his feet dragged on the ground, rubbing against the ground leaving a series of sounds.

Qiao Leting's brain kept running and thinking about ways to get out. His body was no longer under his control. The only thing that could move was the sense organs in his head. He moved his mouth and silently recited the words he had read in the book before. Various spells for catching ghosts, but nothing worked.

He stopped in front of the bronze mirror, and the white shadow in the mirror disappeared, and then a very handsome face appeared, with a pair of peach blossom eyes with a thin layer of watery light, and a star on the right side of the tall nose bridge. With small black spots and slightly frowned heroic eyebrows, this is exactly what Qiao Leting looked like before.

His face in the mirror gradually became blurred, and the edge of the bronze mirror in the blood seeped out, completely covering the mirror, and a ball of blood dance wrapped Qiao Leting's whole body, and his eyes became chaotic, and he couldn't see anything. invisible.

The hands that grabbed his arms turned into claws of birds, tore off his coat and were about to pierce into his flesh and blood. At this moment, a shrill voice rang in his ears, Called him: "Young master?"

The blood mist that enveloped him disappeared in an instant, Qiao Leting stared blankly at the white shadow that suddenly appeared in the mirror again.

"Little son, are you back?" Bai Ying came out of the bronze mirror with a whoosh, walked around Qiao Le Ting, clapped his hands and said joyfully, "The lord must be very happy."

Qiao Leting was still confused, why did he call himself little son?Who is the Lord?Does it mean Ji Yue who is buried here?

"It's been a long time since I saw you. I didn't recognize you just now. I'm so damned. I almost hurt you. I'll take you to see the lord." Bai Ying came up to grab Qiao Leting's hand, and Qiao Leting couldn't dodge it in time. , the left hand was quickly surrounded by the white shadow, but the next moment the white shadow passed through his hand directly, without being able to catch anything.

"Hey, I forgot that I can't leave here," Bai Ying said with a bit of distress in his voice, "I'll take you out, young master, the lord is below, and you can see him soon. "

A white light flashed in front of Qiao Leting's eyes, and then he left the palace in such a daze.

He stood outside the palace, and there were seventeen identical palaces in front of him. The palaces were lined up in a cross, and different pictures were painted on the walls. He remembered what he saw on the jade plate before. It is probably the [-]th floor of hell in the underworld, and the palace he came out of should represent the evil mirror hell in the [-]th floor of hell. I don’t know if other people can come out safely.

Qiao Leting shuttled between the palaces, trying to find the exit of this underground palace. After walking for about half an hour, he found that the pictures of evil spirits on the walls were changing all the time, and some of them would ooze blood.

There was no sound in the vermilion corridor. Qiao Leting walked to the end with a hammer. It was a dead end. He was about to turn his head and walk in another direction when there was a sound of footsteps behind him. Qiao Leting turned his head and saw Huang Zishan Clutching his bleeding stomach as if walking over by himself, he opened his mouth and asked, "What did you see just now?"

Qiao Leting shook his head, "I don't know, I just had a dream."

"What did you dream about?" Huang Zishan's emotions became visibly agitated, as if recalling the scene in his dream, his face turned a little pale, and he looked extremely pitiful under the light.

"I dreamed..." Qiao Leting couldn't possibly tell the truth to Huang Zishan, he hesitated for a moment, and told Huang Zishan a little about his experience of spiritual adventures, "I dreamed that I was soaked in a pool of blood, Surrounded by human flesh, a chainsaw was slashing back and forth in the pool, and then I heard a voice saying, I will give him ten years to live and he will let me out."

"Is that so..." Huang Zishan patted Qiao Leting on the shoulder, as if he was comforting Qiao Leting, or comforting himself in this way, he said in a calm voice, "Let's find someone else."

A bloody handprint was imprinted on Qiao Leting's shoulder. The two of them walked towards the last row of palaces one after the other. After walking two steps, Qiao Leting heard a cry that was suppressed to the extreme, and he pulled Huang Zishan clothes, and walked in the direction of the cry.

At the corner of a palace, a dead body appeared in front of the two of them. The face of the dead body was pale, the expression was ferocious, and the eyes were wide open, filled with bloodshot eyes. It must have been frightened before death.

"Li Hui! Li Hui!" Huang Zishan rushed over, knelt beside the corpse and hugged him, shouting Li Hui's name.

"He's dead." The second cripple came out from behind a pillar, and said to Huang Zishan with a sad face, "Let him go, he's dead..."

Qiao Leting saw that Er Cripple's left sleeve was empty, and he immediately realized that he was missing an arm there.

"what--"

Suddenly, a scream came from not far away.