As the door of the room closed, the strangeness and coldness lingering on him also dissipated, and Ye Qing felt his body relax.
But he did not relax his vigilance because of this. While he was wary of the fog outside, he carefully looked at everything in the room.
The decoration of the room is simple and elegant, and there is a lingering fragrance. The decoration looks like a boudoir where a woman lives.
There is a room slightly farther back that is separated by a bead curtain. You can vaguely see the bed, dressing table and other items inside. It should be the woman's bedroom.
But just as he glanced over the dressing table, his eyes suddenly opened wide.
Because, he saw a figure.
Not in front of the dresser, but on the dresser.
To be more precise, it was inside the bronze mirror on the dressing table.
In the bronze mirror, a woman is sitting upright, facing outward, combing her hair.
It's like someone is sitting in front of the mirror, combing his hair in front of the mirror.
But the strange thing is that there is no one in front of the dressing table.
Ye Qing couldn't help but shed a layer of cold sweat on his back, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to run away through the door.
Of course, it's just impulse.
Open the door and he will die;
If you don't open the door, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Just when Ye Qing was watching the woman dressing up in the bronze mirror with vigilance, hiding her aura, trying her best to conceal herself, and trying not to attract the attention of the woman in the bronze mirror, he saw the woman in the bronze mirror slowly raising her arms and stretching forward. go.
Then, under Ye Qing's shocked gaze, the arm passed through the bronze mirror, stretched out of the bronze mirror, and waved to him, as if gesturing for him to come over.
"You won't get through even if I'm beaten to death. If you have the guts, just crawl out of the mirror!"
Ye Qing had an idea in his mind.
The woman in the mirror waved again.
Ye Qing remained unmoved.
Ye Qing's actions seemed to offend the woman in the mirror, and wisps of bright red blood suddenly seeped out from the bronze mirror. The temperature in the room instantly dropped, becoming extremely cold.
The blood flowing on the bronze mirror slowly gathered into a line of words: Do you want to die?
Want to die? The answer is definitely no, so Ye Qing walked towards the dressing table very seriously.
When I walked to the dressing table, the bloody word on the mirror turned into the word "sit".
Ye Qing sat down obediently.
"Comb your hair!"
The bloody words on the mirror changed again.
"Comb your hair?" Ye Qing was stunned, combing it for you or for me?
If I had to comb it for you, how would you comb it? Is it possible for me to go into the mirror?
Before Ye Qing could think about it, he saw the woman in the mirror taking off her head and handing it out from the bronze mirror.
Is this how feelings are organized? !
Looking at the head held out by the woman, Ye Qing hesitated. Should he accept it or kick it away?
Since this is the home court of women, if he dares to kick her head away, then his head will most likely be kicked away by someone else.
Because the feeling given to him by the woman in the mirror was the same as that of the Pipa girl before, and he couldn't solve it with brute force anyway.
Therefore, Ye Qing finally accepted it obediently.
After taking the head, Ye Qing placed the woman's head on the dressing table and let the long hair fall. Then he took the wooden comb handed out by the woman and began to comb the woman's hair.
Just the moment the wooden comb touched the woman's hair, Ye Qing's whole body trembled, and an evil force invaded his body.
As the wooden comb slowly slid down the black and smooth hair, endless terrifying visions appeared in his mind, and Ye Qing's eyes instantly
Becoming godless for a while.
Even though his eyes were dull, Ye Qing did not stop combing his hair. Instead, he stiffly and mechanically repeated the action of combing his hair, once, again, and again.
Like, a puppet.
Slowly, hairs began to grow on Ye Qing's arm holding the wooden comb, and his skin became pale and stiff, as if it had lost its life.
What's even more frightening is that the hair is still growing, and the paleness is also spreading.
Every time I comb my hair, the paleness of those hairs spreads.
It seems that in a short time, Ye Qing's whole body will be covered with hair, paleness will cover his whole body, he will lose his vitality and completely turn into a puppet.
After an unknown amount of time, Ye Qing's originally confused eyes flashed with light, as bright as stars, and he coughed violently.
Every time you cough, a clump of hair is coughed out of your throat.
But those hairs seemed endless, and I couldn’t stop coughing.
On the dressing table, the woman was smiling eccentrically. There was blood on the bronze mirror, and all kinds of weird and strange illusions appeared.
Not only did the hair and paleness on Ye Qing's body not stop, it continued to grow and spread.
"Break it for me..."
Ye Qing spit out a ball of hair, his eyes were determined, he shouted low, and knocked into the void with his fingers.
"The magic method of restraining the soul of the free demon"
Invisible evil thoughts swept out like ripples. Ye Qing's hair, pale body, Jie Jie's strangely smiling head, bleeding bronze mirror, and the illusion that filled the air all disappeared like dreamy bubbles.
Ye Qing was still sitting on the stool, holding a wooden comb in his hand, and was combing his hair on the dressing table, but the wooden comb happened to reach from the top of his head to the ends of his hair.
Ye Qing broke out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for the infinite magical power of the "He Transformed the Great Self-Contained Demon Sutra" that he practiced, and the magic lotus and demonic thoughts had a certain restraint effect on such hallucinations and illusions, he might have died in the illusion long ago.
Once he dies in the illusion and his spirit is annihilated, he will not be spared in reality.
"continue……"
At this time, two more words in blood appeared on the mirror.
"Just now, listening to music was killing me, and now combing my hair is killing me. Damn it, why am I so unlucky!" The blood words on the bronze mirror were so evil that it made people shudder. Just like the look in the Pipa girl's eyes before, if he didn't agree , something extremely terrible will happen.
Ye Qing gritted his teeth, protected his soul with his demonic thoughts, picked up the wooden comb, and once again combed his hair on the dressing table.
The wooden comb slipped, and the familiar hallucinations and strangeness struck again.
…
"Huhu..."
In front of the dressing table, Ye Qing was sweating profusely, his face was pale, and he was breathing heavily. He had already combed the hair of the woman on the dressing table five times. Every time he combed her hair, he would fall into an illusion, with endless darkness and darkness. Despair, endless terror and terror, boundless pain and hopelessness...
All the hallucinations were so lifelike that it was difficult for him to tell the truth from the false. If it weren't for the "He Transformed the Great Self-Deviled Demon Sutra" and the perseverance and tenacity of the spiritual will that he had previously honed in Nanke, he might have died in those hallucinations.
Although he was alive, the mental wear and tear made him exhausted.
"continue……"
But the bronze mirror still refuses to give up.
But this time, Ye Qing was not in a hurry to take action, but lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.
"continue……"
Seeing that Ye Qing was still reluctant to take action, the word "continue" in the bronze mirror began to flow downwards with wisps of blood. The woman in the bronze mirror also slowly raised her arm and stretched out the bronze mirror, with a sinister and terrifying aura. from bronze mirror
Overflowing inside, the whole room is cold.
The blood in Ye Qing's whole body seemed to be frozen, a layer of frost appeared on his body, and the arm stretched out from the bronze mirror went straight towards his neck.
Even though his life was hanging by a thread, Ye Qing remained unmoved. When the arm in the mirror was only an inch away from his neck, Ye Qing suddenly grinned: "It's all fake."
"break……"
The tongue bursts with spring thunder, and the voice containing demonic thoughts explodes in the house like spring thunder.
Following the sound, the close arms slowly dissipated like gravel in the wind, disappearing as they fell.
The void is like the surface of a lake rippled by the spring breeze, with ripples rippling and all sounds turning into silence. The bleeding bronze mirror, the woman in the mirror, the head on the dressing table, and Ye Qing sitting on the stool all shatter like foam. Come.
Ye Qing, on the other hand, was still standing in front of the door, maintaining the same posture as when he entered;
In the inner room, there was nothing on the dressing table, and there was no woman combing her hair in the bronze mirror.
There was nothing, as if everything he had experienced before was just a dream.
When you wake up from the dream, the song ends and everyone disperses, everything is fine.
"Gulu...it's true." Ye Qing swallowed and thought to himself.
Therefore, after he entered the house, he was affected by some strange force in the house and fell into a hallucination. Everything he experienced and saw was derived from the hallucination.
From beginning to end, he never moved.
If he only saw through the hallucination he experienced when combing his hair, it would still not be over. He would either continue to comb the woman's hair as the bronze mirror said, repeating the previous hallucinations and nightmares again and again, or he would offend the woman in the mirror and be strangled to death. .
No matter what, it is still a dead word.
Only by seeing through the complete illusion and knowing yourself can you fully wake up.
The reason why Ye Qing was able to detect this was entirely because of the mysterious scriptures. Those hallucinations were indeed lifelike, and they transformed most of the things on his body, but there was only one mysterious scripture missing.
He didn't notice it at first, but when Bronze Mirror kept asking him to comb his hair, he thought that he would die sooner or later if he continued like this, so he thought of the Sutra.
Thinking of the Sutra, Ye Qing realized something was wrong.
The Secret Sutra was Ye Qing's most cherished thing, so he did not put it in the Nine Heavens. Instead, he kept it close to his body, so he immediately noticed that the Sutra was missing.
At first, he thought the secret scripture was lost and was startled, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it might still be an illusion.
It's just that the Sutra is too special and has not been transformed by hallucinations.
Hence the next scene.
But Ye Qing couldn't be happy, because he didn't know how he got hit or what caused him to get hit. There was fog outside and unknown horrors inside, so he couldn't let him relax even a little bit.
In fact, Ye Qing also had some guesses. It was probably the dressing table, or... the bronze mirror on the dressing table that caught him.
Next, Ye Qing concentrated on paying attention to the dressing table and the door outside.
There was deathly silence inside the house, and there was also no sound outside the house.
Ye Qing tried to use his demonic thoughts to sense the situation outside the house, but as soon as the demonic thoughts came out of the house, he felt as if he was being stared at by something, and his hair stood on end. He was so frightened that he immediately dispersed the magical thoughts and did not dare to do anything else. Peeping.
After weighing the pros and cons, Ye Qing could only stay in the room in fear. The dead atmosphere made him feel like his days were like years.
Fortunately, nothing more happened in the house, which made him feel a little relieved.
