Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

A pale face appeared in Qiao Leting's line of sight. The facial features of this ghost face were blended together, only a pair of black eyes seemed to be able to fill Qiao Leting's whole body. It was very strange. The owner of the ghost face should be an old man The man, who was wearing a black ancient shroud, with dim lights under his feet, took out a thick rope and tied Qiao Leting into a rice dumpling before Qiao Leting could react, and led Qiao Leting into the darkness ahead go.

Qiao Leting was limping, and he could see the road under his feet clearly through the dim light. The white bones lay across the road, and the Yin soldiers in the distance made the sound of killing, and he vaguely heard it in the sound. Huang Zishan and their cries were heard.

Qiao Leting could not protect himself now, and he couldn't take care of these people anymore. After the male ghost walked for a while, he was tied up with a rough rope, and his arms were strangled with red marks. He raised his head and saw There was a faint light in the distance, and there was a simple thatched hut there, which looked a little warm under the slightly dim light, and it was really out of place with this mausoleum.

The male ghost led Qiao Leting to the door, knocked on the door a few times, and shouted at the people inside: "Old woman, what do you think I brought back?"

"What are you yelling about! What are you yelling about! What can there be in this Yanyang Mausoleum!" A female voice came out from the house, and after a while, the wooden door of the thatched cottage was pushed open. Qiao Leting looked up, and to his surprise, it was a An extremely beautiful woman, wearing a white dress, with a shawl with scarlet letters, her black hair draped behind her head, her eyebrows and eyes are charming, but her face is too pale and has a ghostly look.

"Look at it, look at it," the male ghost pushed Qiao Leting in front of the female ghost like offering a treasure, "I caught this little fat man when I went out just now, look at the smooth and tender flesh, the taste must be delicious." good."

This was probably a compliment, but Qiao Leting didn't want to hear it at all. The wrists tied behind his back twisted, but he couldn't break free at all.

"Cannibal..." The female ghost leaned against the door, propped her chin and looked at Qiao Leting in front of her, with a slight smile in her clear eyes.

The male ghost laughed and pinched Qiao Leting's stomach, "Hehehe, I haven't met a stranger in hundreds of years. It smells really good."

The female ghost patted the male ghost on the back, and asked, "Old ghost, why do I feel that the smell of this little fat man is a bit familiar?"

"Familiar? Don't strangers smell like this?" The male ghost put his head close to Qiao Leting's neck and sniffed carefully, rubbed his nose and sighed comfortably, "Why don't we catch two more. "

The female ghost knocked the male ghost on the head: "Catch whatever you want, save it for those rocks to play with."

The male ghost snorted, led Qiao Leting to the corner, tied the other end of the rope to the stone mill, and threatened Qiao Leting, "If you dare to run away, I will catch you and put you in the stone mill, and grind you into a stone mill." Shredded meat," the male ghost's expression should be very ferocious, but because his facial features are rubbed together, this ferocity can't be shown, the male ghost turned around and shouted at the female ghost at the door: " The old woman is about to boil the water, I'm going to die of hunger!"

Qiao Leting looked at the big iron pot in the middle of the courtyard, and swallowed silently. He never understood why the monsters in "Journey to the West" had to wash Tang Seng clean and put it in the pot every time they wanted to eat it. Until now He still hasn't found the answer to this question, but at this moment he has become a beneficiary of this ancient habit, and he sincerely hopes that the two ghosts can prepare for a while longer.

The female ghost used the bones as firewood, and a raging fire ignited under the iron pot, and the scorching fire could be felt from a long distance away.

Qiao Leting watched the water in the iron pot start to bubbling, and his forehead began to sweat in anxiety. The rope on his wrist rubbed against the stone mill for a long time, but there was no change in the slightest.

The male ghost slipped around and came back, and said to the female ghost who was adding firewood, "Xi Niao said, the young master is back."

The bone in the female ghost's hand fell to the ground with a bang, she stood up suddenly from the iron pot, stared at a pair of eyes, and asked sharply: "What?"

"Young master is back!" the male ghost repeated.

"Young master is back? Where is it? Old lady, I haven't seen him for thousands of years." The female ghost's face was softened by the light of the fire. She blinked and asked with some anxiety: "No Xi Niao must be joking."

The male ghost shook his head and said: "Xi Niao said that the young master has changed a little bit, but if we see it, we should be able to recognize it."

The Xi Niao mentioned by the male ghost was probably the bird of prey he saw in the underground palace on the second floor. Qiao Leting faintly felt that he might be saved, even though he still hadn't figured out the relationship between himself and the little prince mentioned by these ghosts.

The female ghost calmed down and stopped lighting the fire. She asked, "How many people are here?"

"A total of eight people came, and only five people are left here." The male ghost replied.

The female ghost raised her hand and swiped vaguely in front of her eyes, and a water mirror appeared in front of her. She looked at the scene in the mirror and murmured: "It's not this person, and it's not this...so old, definitely not ..."

She broke the water mirror in front of her with a wave of her hand, and asked the male ghost beside her, "These people are not young masters, where do you think the young master is?"

The male ghost smiled, and pointed to Qiao Leting in the corner, "It can't be...he?"

The female ghost frowned slightly and walked towards Qiao Le Ting. She stopped in front of Qiao Le Ting's eyes, lit up a candle with her fingertips, then put her fingertips to Qiao Le Ting's chin, looked at him carefully, and said: "Don't tell me, those eyebrows and eyes really look like a little boy."

Although it was the male ghost who raised the possibility just now, he really didn't think that the fat man would be the young master, so he jumped up and said, "Old lady, you are old and dim-sighted, when did the young master become so greasy!"

This is the first time for Qiao Leting to be called greasy in front of someone, and this feeling is indeed a bit subtle.

The female ghost ignored the male ghost's words, her pale fingers grew long fingertips in an instant, and in the next moment, she cut the clothes on Qiao Leting's waist, and the red tattoo appeared in the sight of the female ghost. The expression on the ghost's face changed in an instant, crying and laughing, she grabbed Qiao Leting's arm, and cried with joy: "It's a young master, really a young master!" The female ghost's eyes were covered with water, "My lord I will be glad to see you back, you..."

The female ghost reached out her hand to touch Qiao Leting's face, but withdrew her hand in mid-air, "You have to go to see the Lord soon, and see the Lord soon."

Qiao Leting didn't know what expression to make, but just stared blankly at the female ghost in front of him.

"You don't remember us, do you?" the female ghost asked softly.

Qiao Leting didn't know what was going on, and suddenly felt guilty.

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, you will always remember," the female ghost untied the rope from Qiao Leting's body, and said to him with a smile, "My lord has been waiting for you for a long time, and you are finally back."

The male ghost stood on the side and looked at Qiao Leting helplessly, "I'm sorry, young master, I really didn't recognize you, you are like this now..."

The female ghost patted the head of the male ghost, "Be more honest!"

"Wait for me a moment," the female ghost turned around and went into the thatched cottage and took a piece of talisman paper. The symbols drawn on the talisman paper were exactly the same as the tattoo on Qiao Leting's waist. No one you meet will be hard on you."

This was the first time that Qiao Leting met someone delivering equipment during a mission, and he took it and put it in the pocket with the hammer in it.

"Send the young master out." The female ghost ordered.

The male ghost led Qiao Leting with a lantern. After walking for a while, a winding path appeared in front of Qiao Leting's eyes. There were bones standing on both sides of the road, as if he was seeing Qiao Leting off.

Qiao Leting walked along this path into the darkness ahead.

"My lord, I can only send you here," the male ghost passed the lantern in Qiao Leting's hand, "My lord has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Thank you," Qiao Leting took the male ghost's lantern and continued walking forward.

Huang Zishan collapsed at the end of the path, still holding his father's head in his arms, it was impossible to stand up again, the blood was gurgling out from his lower abdomen, and soon there was a large amount of blood, he heard Qiao Leting He raised his head to look at him, and questioned Qiao Leting in an extremely soft voice: "Who the hell are you!"

Who are you?

Qiao Leting himself didn't know about this bill. The ghosts he met in Yanyang Mausoleum all called him "little son". Son, there are other reasons.

"I'm Qiao Leting." He replied.

"Aren't you..." Qiao Leting's figure was reflected in Huang Zishan's pupils, "You are Ji..."

Before Huang Zishan finished speaking, he lost his interest.

Qiao Leting felt as if he had been scolded by someone, but he couldn't say more because of the death, so he squatted down and stretched out his hand to close Huang Zishan's eyelids.