Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

The head of the octopus, the body covered with scales, and twisted limbs, the head is full of triangular eyes, Qiao Leting only took one look, and then felt chills all over his body, as if something sneaked into his mind, constantly floating.

He pressed his aching forehead on the right side, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. There seemed to be countless pairs of eyes watching him from the dark in this huge palace. He closed his eyes, held his breath and listened carefully for a while. , There was no sound in the darkness, as if everything was just his imagination.

Qiao Leting opened his eyes and turned on the live broadcast. He pointed the camera at his back, and used his mobile phone to watch what happened behind him.

The fans can be regarded as being trained by Qiao Leting, and they don't mind his live broadcast method of fishing for three days and posting on the Internet for two days. In addition, Dabai's live broadcast has ended, so more fans flocked Entered Qiao Leting's live broadcast room.

——I'm so hasty, what is this place?Make a fortune, why do you always dig up treasures where the birds don’t shit?

— Where is Dad?Where is my dad?I want daddy!

——Fat Cai, be safe, I think this place is a bit weird

——Yo, the ones in the front can also look at Fengshui

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Qiao Leting took a quick glance and blocked the barrage. He doesn't have time to communicate with fans now, he just wants to find something to get the inheritance of the Wu Clan.

But now he doesn't even know what the inheritance of the Wu clan is, let alone where it is.

Qiao Leting took out a post-it note from his pocket, folded two paper birds and let them fly. The paper birds fluttered their wings, but just after flying not far away, they suddenly fell from mid-air and burned as soon as they landed on the ground Get up and turn into a pool of ashes.

Qiao Leting looked down at the ashes on the ground, moved his lips, finally sighed softly, and walked to the nearest statue to him.

The idol glared at him with wide round eyes. Qiao Leting raised his hand and touched the shoulder of the idol. It felt a bit like fine white glaze, but it was a little bit cold and biting. Qiao Leting quickly withdrew his hand.

Although the shapes of these statues are strange, there is one thing in common, that is, no matter which direction Qiao Leting looks at, the eyes of those statues are always looking at him, whether they are sad or happy, angry or indifferent.

Qiao Leting finally understood where the feeling of being observed in the dark came from. The scarlet ground under his feet seemed to be stained with blood. The light in the palace became less and less, and darkness enveloped the palace.

When Qiao Leting was about to walk forward, he suddenly noticed a square mirror in the hand of a god statue on one side. He was curious and leaned over to take a look. The mirror was facing the exit of the palace.

But when Qiao Leting walked to the mirror, he saw a huge black shadow behind him in the mirror, the shadow was approaching him step by step, Qiao Leting looked back, but saw nothing.

When he looked back into the mirror again, he saw countless black shadows emerging from the ground in the mirror. These black shadows surrounded him, and Qiao Leting seemed to hear the voice of those chanting scriptures again in a trance.

The black shadows all rushed into Qiao Leting's body in a flash. In the mirror, his head began to swell, his limbs stretched, and his facial features gradually distorted. He seemed more and more like these gods in the palace. Qiao Leting quickly looked away .

His time is probably running out. Something as important as the inheritance of the Wu Clan should be placed in a very safe place. He raised his head and looked at the statue on top again.

His forehead tingled as if being pricked by a needle. This time, Qiao Leting didn't avoid it any more. He stared straight at the statue and approached him with firm steps.

As he got closer, Qiao Leting realized that the statue was holding a dark red box in its right hand. The box was about the size of a kiwi fruit, and it was inlaid with red and green gemstones. Qiao Leting only took one look, and felt that the Wu clan Inheritance should be in this box.

Enduring the stabbing pain in his head, he walked in front of the statue. The statue was very tall. Qiao Leting stood on tiptoe and tried to stretch his arm so that he could touch the back of the statue's right hand. However, there was still a bag in his pocket. A pile of tools, he took out the small hammer not to knock off the right hand of the statue, but to knock off the small box in his palm.

After his hard work, the small box fell from the hand of the statue with a bang, Qiao Leting was stunned for a moment, he couldn't believe that he could get the inheritance so easily.

He waited for a while and found that there was really no mechanism, so he breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to pick up the box on the ground, but the moment his fingers touched the box, all the eyes of the god-like head on the top of his head opened, He looked at Qiao Leting at his feet coldly and with a trace of pity, and then the door of the palace closed suddenly with a bang, and the whole palace was plunged into darkness without any light.

Knowing that, Qiao Leting turned around and ran towards the exit, but he was caught by something on his calf after a few steps. Through the thin fabric, he felt that something was cold and sticky, as if he had just come from the river. Little by little, the loach fished out of the fish wrapped around his calf to his thigh.Gradually, Qiao Leting heard the sound of breathing one after another, and the distance between those breathing sounds was getting closer and closer to him, and the surrounding air became thinner and thinner. Many, many people crowded and pushed around him, but he Can't touch them.

The boundless darkness added to his fear, his heart was beating violently in his chest, Qiao Leting forced himself to calm down, he turned on the phone, only to find that the phone couldn't be turned on at all.

The eyes of the god statue emit a faint white light in the darkness, and there is a faint redness hidden in the white light. With this light, Qiao Leting finally sees clearly what is around him. See black shadows in the mirror.

Qiao Leting sprinkled the talisman paper in his pocket on these black shadows, but it had no effect. At this moment, he began to realize that these were not ghosts or demons. What he and Ji Yue had learned could not help them. He had to You have to think of other ways to escape from here.

Qiao Leting always believed that although the heritage of the Wu Clan is very precious, they will not leave any way of life for others, and if he looks for it, he will definitely find the exit.

The black shadow entangled Qiao Leting's whole body. In the darkness, the eyes of the octopus head became brighter, and the strange characters he saw in the stairway appeared on the wall. Those pictures flashed through Qiao Leting's mind again. It's just that this time he can finally connect these pictures and words.

These texts record the secret of the demise of the Wu clan.

Every June, the Wu people hold a large-scale sacrificial ceremony in Mount Bo. The object of the sacrifice is the top octopus-headed god that Qiao Leting saw in the palace. The Wu people call him the ghost god.

The most important thing in every sacrifice is to push two pairs of boys and girls into the Tiankeng to dedicate to the God of Qi. If the colorful soil piled outside the pit will slide into the Tiankeng and submerge the four children, it means that the Qi God God is very satisfied with the best product this time, so the sacrifice is considered complete.If something goes wrong during the sacrifice and dissatisfaction with the ghost god, the punishment will be sent down.

There are not many people in the Wu clan. During the last sacrifice, the two pairs of boys and girls who were originally prepared suddenly fell ill, and one of them died. Ji Yanyu of the full moon sent it down together.

Then the God of Witches was furious, and sent down the punishment of heaven, and the witch clan was wiped out overnight, only Ji Yanyu was born and was lucky to be saved by Ji Yue.

After reading the whole story, Qiao Leting can only say that the ghost god's temper is too bad, and the witch clan is too wronged.

But if the spirit god's temper wasn't violent, Ji Yanyu wouldn't know where he died.

When Qiao Leting woke up from these messy memories, he found that he was lying on the ground, and vines spread out from the feet of the statue, binding his hands and feet. The tip of the vines was a sharp wooden stick. The thorn, the wooden thorn pierced Qiao Leting's skin, drawing away his blood.

The pain wasn't very painful, but the heart beat a little faster. Qiao Leting didn't move at all. If it wasn't for the two eyeballs that could still turn around, he was almost the same as a dead person.

However, after a while, he might really turn into a dead man. He is like a pig that has been anesthetized, without any strength in his body, so he can only be slaughtered.

He realized that he might...not be able to go back to see Ji Yue.

The red blood dyed the vines red, Qiao Leting felt extremely tired and sleepy, and just wanted to have a good sleep.

The box is still in his hand, but he can't take it out and give it to Ji Yue, and Ji Yue's death can't be passed, maybe after a while, he can see him from below.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, but his soul seemed unusually light, and it was about to leave this body soon.Qiao Leting's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly remembered that in order to find him back then, Ji Yue had already lost the chance to reincarnate. If he died, he was really dead and would never appear in this world again.

Qiao Leting stared blankly at the dome, his thoughts passed through the sealed palace, flew to the mountains and rivers, and came to the Yanyang Mausoleum where they first met. The man sat up from the coffin and walked slowly towards himself. Come on, call yourself Yan Yan.

He thought sadly that he had just married Ji Yue, and he hadn't even entered the bridal chamber yet, and now he couldn't even die together.

After a long time, Qiao Leting felt that the blood in his whole body was about to be drained, his breathing gradually weakened, his face was pale, and his lips turned purple.

In this life, he will still not live to be 40 years old.

He comforted himself thinking that in the next life, he would not remember anything after drinking Mengpo soup and walking through Wangchuan water, and Ji Yue and his father would have nothing to do with him.

From then on, he never met Ji Yue again, never found him again.

Thinking about it, Qiao Leting's tears rolled down the corners of his eyes again,

He really wanted to take another look at Ji Yue.

Too bad I can't see it anymore.

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Since then, there has been another strange statue of God in this palace. The statue is holding a small red box in its hand, and its eyes are crescent-shaped. A red flower comes.

It's just that it's different from other statues, this statue is a little crying bag, with a tear on his cheek.

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There is probably only one chapter left to finish tomorrow, go ahead! ! !