I asked you to save the villain, not to take him as your wife!

"Tragedy?" Shen Yuan sounded puzzled.

While he was puzzled, there was some inquiry in the depths of Shen Yuan's eyes.

It was a tragedy, Yan Yun knew it, and his eyes were dim.

Combining these three factors, Shen Yuan had a bad guess.

"Yeah." Yan Yun hummed, and then began to explain: "The evil ghost king here should not have been tamed yet, so every midnight at twelve o'clock, the scene of its death will be replayed, day by day, until it is tamed."

Shen Yuan's brows were already furrowed into a frown.

Although Yan Yun was talking about the evil ghost king in the Haunted Mall, Shen Yuan was thinking of Yan Yun.

He must have experienced this, too, or he wouldn't have known.

When Shen Yuan thought of Yan Yun's death again and again, he felt so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He took a step forward and hugged Yan Yun, whose clothes were covered in blood, tightly.

There was a look of confusion in Yan Yun's eyes as he was hugged.

Although I was happy to be hugged, why did it happen so suddenly?

At the side, the ghost fetus Song Jibai also subconsciously covered his eyes, but the gaps between his fingers were wide enough for a horse to run through.

What was Song Jibai's mood at this moment?

Probably——

Ah! A gay man is next to me!

However, Shen Yuan and Yan Yun are both good-looking, and it's pleasing to the eye to see them hugging each other!

Shen Yuan hugged Yan Yun because he felt sorry for what Yan Yun had gone through over the years.

But as they were hugging each other, Yan Yun suddenly raised his hand and gently patted his back.

All of a sudden, it seemed like he was the one who was wronged.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to let go or continue holding on.

"From now on, you have me. I will always be with you." Finally, Shen Yuan said this shamelessly.

After hugging Yan Yun tightly again, Shen Yuan loosened his arms, but his hands were still tightly holding Yan Yun's hands, unwilling to let go.

Yan Yun seemed a little confused, but after looking at the hand clasped with Shen Yuan, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Song Jibai, the ghost fetus: "..."

I’m full. Really full.

Why do you want to eat dog food even though you are a ghost?

Song Jibai really wanted to throw something in anger, but unfortunately, there was nothing.

The eighth floor is very quiet.

Apart from the vague gazes coming from all directions, the weirdness here is almost negligible.

Normally, this kind of search-for-people mission would usually involve a motivating role.

This is either a dangerous pursuer or a rule of seeking or dying.

But there was no trace of that on Shen Yuan and the other two.

The evil ghost king on the eighth floor was like a very tolerant friend, playing hide-and-seek with Shen Yuan and the others without time limit or punishment.

I think it must be Shen Yuan’s golden finger of MAX friendliness that worked.

Since the other party finally showed up, Shen Yuan no longer had the idea of ​​looking for him.

Let’s wait for the boss on the eighth floor to come out.

It’s a pity that the eighth floor is a women’s clothing area, otherwise, he could pick out some clothes for Yan Yun.

Actually, it’s not impossible for him to wear women’s clothes, but the problem is that he can’t take a beating.

If I really choose women's clothing, it may not be worn by Yan Yun at that time.

Or maybe it was on himself.

Shen Yuan said if you don't want to die, don't do it.

The three "people" looked as if they had made up their minds to wait until twelve o'clock, and no one went to look for the female owner on the eighth floor.

But sometimes, even if you don’t go looking for someone, they will come to you on their own initiative.

So, Shen Yuansan found a store with sofas to rest. As soon as he sat down on the sofa and looked up, he found that the mirror opposite the sofa was a little strange.

Normally, what is reflected in a mirror is what is directly opposite it.

But there was no shadow of the sofa in the mirror, and in the mirror there was only cement brick walls in the elegantly decorated women's clothing store.

Inside the mirror and outside the mirror seem like two different worlds.

Shen Yuan looked at the mirror in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

As expected, mirrors are evil wherever they are!

Just as he was about to turn his head to look at Yan Yun, Shen Yuan's gaze suddenly stopped.

He slowly moved his gaze back to the mirror opposite the sofa.

As a result, he discovered that in the unfinished shopping mall that was originally empty in the mirror, there appeared something that was not there before.

It was a bright red.

This touch of red is very small, but also very red.

Shen Yuan tried hard to see clearly what the red color was.

But no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he still couldn't see clearly.

He could clearly see the other rough walls, but this hint of red looked like a spot of light.

"Yan Yun, can you see clearly what that red thing is in the mirror?" Shen Yuan asked, but did not look away.

"Yes." Yan Yun's response was brief and powerful.

"What is it?" Shen Yuan continued to stare at the red in the mirror and asked.

"A woman, a woman in red clothes." Yan Yun answered whatever he asked.

Shen Yuan stared with his eyes wide open for a while, but he really couldn't tell that this was a woman.

At this moment, his eyes, which had been open all the time, also felt a wave of soreness.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had oozed out from keeping his eyes open for a long time, put his hand down and looked up, and Shen Yuan blurted out "Fuck".

The red spot, which was only as big as the tip of a little finger just now, now occupies most of the mirror.

What’s even more frightening is that a woman’s face is pasted on the mirror.

It supported its hands on the mirror and pressed its face tightly against it, just like a person trapped in the mirror, trying desperately to squeeze out of the mirror.

Shen Yuan was startled by the close attack just now, but now he has recovered.

He looked left and right, and finally asked doubtfully: "Could this be, that master?"

"It seems so." Yan Yun nodded seriously.

"It should be." The ghost fetus Song Jibai also nodded in agreement.

"It seems? Should? Can't you be sure?" Shen Yuan was very confused.

"No." Yan Yun said seriously.

The ghost Song Jibai explained: "We haven't seen the owner of this eighth floor either, but judging from the concentration of resentment, it is very likely that it is her."

Shen Yuan nodded thoughtfully: "Then the question is, why does she seem to be trapped in the mirror?"

"Good question!" Song Jibai clapped his hands, "I want to know, too!"

Shen Yuan: “…”

He overestimated this girl.

You can’t guess the answer by guessing. The person is right here. Instead of guessing, you might as well ask.

Shen Yuan shifted his gaze back to the mirror.

At this moment, as if realizing that she couldn't get out, the woman in the mirror was no longer clinging to the mirror.

Shen Yuan was also able to see her full appearance.