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The branches and leaves of the locust tree outside the window made a rustling sound as they slapped the window, and the evening wind blew the only candles left in the box, making the flickering halo reveal a kind of eerie aura.

At this moment, there seems to be a fault in time, and the whole space seems to be divided into two halves, one is the direction where Xie Jinge is, and the other is where other people are.The time of the former is flowing extremely slowly, but the latter seems to be frozen in the node where the image faintly emerges in the mirror.

Xie Jinge's hand holding the handle of the fruit knife tightened slightly, and he saw very clearly that in the mirror directly in front of him, a tall red figure emerged from behind him.

Xie Jinge's pupils shrank suddenly. He wanted to stand up from the seat, but found that he was suddenly unable to move, as if he was firmly bound in place by something, his hands, feet, neck, and face could not move at all. Activity.

As a result, he could only use his eyes to look at the floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of him at this moment, watching the evil spirit behind him show his complete body shape and facial contours in the mirror.

Xie Jinge thought that he would see the Shenren evil ghost with bloody eyes, festered skin, and distorted facial features as described in books or movies, but to some surprise, the picture that emerged in the mirror was not what he imagined that scary.

The ghost in the mirror is wearing a scarlet groom's dress, with black hair loose, his facial features are very tough and deep, the curve of his chin is cold and hard like a sharp blade, and the complexion of his face is extremely pale , and even faint corpse spots can be seen on it.

And from his left forehead to the side of his upper face, there is a large area of ​​lines that are emitting black air. These strangely curved lines are like some kind of spell totem.

But these are not what Xie Jinge is most concerned about.

What Xie Jinge cares most about is the ghost's eyes, which are pitch black and gloomy, carrying a kind of extremely dangerous cold and gloomy.

correct!

These were the same eyes he had seen when he was trapped in the coffin!

The moment Xie Jinge recognized the ghost, the ghost standing behind Xie Jinge suddenly twitched the corners of his lips. This very brief smile made the ghost's cold and stiff face a little more vivid.

He slowly leaned down, and gently brushed away the broken hair on Xie Jinge's forehead, and then put the overly long hair behind Xie Jinge's evil ears.

His fingers were not warm at all, they were as cold as ice that had been stored for thousands of years. After touching Xie Jinge's warm skin at this moment, tiny bumps appeared on Xie Jinge's body.

And Xie Jinge's physiological instinctive reaction to his movements seemed to please the evil ghost, and the arc of the corners of the other's lips widened a bit.

Xie Jinge looked at the evil ghost in red with a cold face, but at this moment, he calmed down more and more. Rather than saying that he recruited an evil ghost in a way that was fundamentally absurd and false, it was better to say that this evil ghost After the old forest, the ghost had already set his sights on him.

"Who are you?" Xie Jinge asked.

Hearing the words, the evil ghost in red paused for a moment and didn't speak, but just stared at Xie Jinge quietly.

Xie Jinge frowned, and just when he thought the other party would not speak, the ghost moved his lips slightly, and let out two low voices from his mouth: "Xiao Jin..." His voice was hoarse and Dry, throat as if it had been scorched by fire.

Xiao Jing?

Xie Jinge looked doubtful. This ghost's dress was only popular in the Republic of China period. The jadeite wrench on the opponent's thumb also looked old. Although there was a crack in the middle, the color and style were consistent. Not part of modern craftsmanship.

Judging from these, this ghost has been dead for at least 80 years.

"Xiao Jin, you don't remember me..." The evil ghost in red put his face closer to Xie Jinge, his tone was inexplicable.

Xie Jinge replied coldly: "I don't know."

I don't know anyone, and I can't remember what I talked about.

He has only lived for more than 20 years, how could he know someone who has been dead for nearly a hundred years? As for those so-called past and present lives, it is completely nonsense to Xie Jinge.

A horrifying and fierce light burst out from the depths of the evil ghost's eyes, and Xie Jinge's answer made his face appear dark and hostile.

"I don't know... I don't know..." He repeated with a sullen face, the haze and darkness in his eyes became thicker every time he said it, and the turbid black air on the left cheek became heavier up.

Seeing this, Xie Jinge frowned even tighter, and the corners of his lips were tense and cold, and he looked at the evil spirit who seemed to be stimulated by his words without saying a word.

Xie Jinge couldn't see the situation of the other people in the box from the mirror. In the dim candlelight, except for himself, he only saw the existence of this ghost.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't have said such things to provoke this ghost at this dangerous juncture, but if he was asked to answer it again in time, he would still say that he didn't know him.

Just as Xie Jinge was thinking, the evil ghost who was whispering alone stopped suddenly. He seemed to have thought of something, and quickly restrained the haze and hostility in his eyes, and put a hand on Xie Jinge's shoulder lightly superior.

"It's okay, I'll let you remember it slowly." His tone became gentle again, and after he finished speaking, the hand on Xie Jinge's neck also began to move slowly, with cold fingertips moving along his shoulder. Slide it in, and then scrape gently on the side of Xie Jinge's neck.

A faint shudder suddenly appeared in Xie Jinge's body.

The evil ghost let out a low laugh. In this silent night, this cold and gloomy laughter seemed strange and frightening.

He walked behind Xie Jinge, and slowly combed Xie Jinge's hair with his hands. His pale fingers inserted into the hair on the top of Xie Jinge's head. The lifeless skin color of his hands formed a sharp contrast with Xie Jinge's black hair.

"Xiao Jin, you are my... bride." He said the last two words very lightly, so lightly that if Xie Jinge was not paying attention to his side with all his attention, he might not have noticed it at all.

After he finished saying this, he began to comb with his slender fingers, gently and meticulously combing Xie Jinge's hair from the top of his head with his fingertips.

"One comb to the end... two combs with white hair and eyebrows..."

Every time he spoke, the discomfort in Xie Jinge's heart became heavier. When the other party's fingertips scratched his scalp, it seemed that a piercing chill ran down Xie Jinge's back to his throat. Into his mind, let him have a feeling of scalp numbness.

"...Nine Combs Enjoy Dining with Hundred Flavors, Ten Combs with Absolute No Taboo..."

After the last sentence was finished, the ghost behind him withdrew his hand, and just when Xie Jinge thought this would end, a copper bell suddenly rang in his ears.

"Ring ring ring...ring ring ring..."

Xie Jinge saw the source of the sound from the mirror. On the ghost's hand, a thin red rope appeared, and in the middle of the red rope were tied two small copper bells.

Under the blowing of the evening wind, the two small copper bells collided and made a crisp sound.

The evil ghost in red smiled slightly at Xie Jinge, and then tied Xie Jinge's hair with this red string.

The half-tied hair fully exposed Xie Jinge's facial features, white and smooth forehead, thick black knife-cut eyebrows, and beautifully shaped lips under the straight bridge of the nose. At this moment, the pale water-colored lips are tightly closed into a straight line , people have an urge to pry it open and poke in for a deep kiss.

The evil ghost stared straight at Xie Jinge for a long time, and there were some complicated emotions floating in the dark eyes.

Xie Jinge couldn't understand the deep meaning in his eyes, and didn't want to explore.Xie Jinge simply felt irritated, irritated that the evil spirit was staring at him, irritated by the situation where he couldn't move his whole body.

"Xiao Jin." The evil ghost read this name, then pressed his forehead to Xie Jinge's forehead, and then gently rubbed the tip of Xie Jinge's nose with the cold tip of his nose.He seemed to be using this to feel the temperature that belonged to Xie Jinge, and he seemed to be sniffing the faint fragrance emanating from Xie Jinge's skin.

Although time has been slowed down a lot, the pointer on the wall will still move from one to sixty after all.

When the minute hand on the wall pointed to thirty, the evil ghost in red stood up straight again. His fingers stroked Xie Jinge's smooth chin, and he felt Xie Jinge's elastic skin with his fingertips.

His fingertips went all the way down, and finally came to Xie Jinge's neck, stroking Xie Jinge's Adam's apple.Such a slender and fragile neck seemed to be broken with just a little force from him.

"I'm not Xiaojin, it's useless for you to find me." Xie Jinge said coldly.

Hearing the words, the evil ghost in red shook his head firmly, "I'll let you know, you are him."

After he finished speaking, he raised his fingertips slightly and scratched the side of Xie Jinge's neck, and a small wound appeared on the originally smooth and smooth neck.

Scarlet blood quickly flowed out from the wound, and smelling the faint smell of blood in the air, the evil spirit's eyes glowed red again.

He lowered his eyes to look at the fingertips stained with Xie Jinge's blood, and then directly smeared it on the center of Xie Jinge's forehead, and drew a small flower on it.

After finishing painting, he didn't withdraw his hand immediately, but continued to smear Xie Jinge's lips, making Xie Jinge's light-colored lips become a little red because of the blood that was about to disperse .

After doing all this, the evil ghost withdrew his hand in satisfaction. He glanced at Xie Jinge's bleeding wound, and wanted to lean in and suck it with his lips, but in the clock hanging on the wall, that The minute hand is about to point to sixty.

A trace of pity flashed across his eyes: "Xiao Jin, we will meet again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the minute hand pointed to sixty.

At this moment, the scene in front of Xie Jinge suddenly changed, and the two boundaries that seemed to be divided by time in the entire box also disappeared.

tick tock...

The clock began to run away normally, and everything seemed to be back to the node where Xie Jinge finished peeling the apple and the others were holding their breath and looking at the picture in the mirror.

It seems that everything just now is an illusion, and at first glance there is no difference between before and after.But if you take a closer look, you will find that Xie Jinge's loose hair is half tied up, and there is a red flower tint above his eyebrows.

As for the apple he was peeling, the originally plump flesh had become wrinkled, as if it had seriously lost moisture.

"Xie Jinge." Jiang Yu called Xie Jinge.

Xie Jinge heard that when he turned his head to look at Jiang Yu, the copper bell on his hair rang very slightly.