Distorting mirror travels through the supernatural event book

Qiao Leting is indeed floating now, when he saw this scene in the past, he either ran away, or took out a small hammer to prepare for the battle.But now, this feng shui newcomer who has been training with Ji Yue for more than two months, dared to reach out and grab the female ghost's hair, and pulled it hard, only to hear a thud, the female ghost lying on the ceiling fell to the ground.

The female ghost was still a little dazed when she fell down, and didn't even know what happened just now at the first moment. The half-rotten face was also exposed from under the hair, and the black eyes rolled around in the sockets, and then stared fiercely at it. Looking at Qiao Leting, there was a gurgling sound in his mouth.

Ji Yue frowned, and told Qiao Leting from the side, "Be gentle next time."

"Ah?" Qiao Leting turned his head to look at Ji Yue, he couldn't believe what Ji Yue said, when will his old father still feel sorry for him, this female ghost doesn't look very good!

Ji Yue looked at Qiao Leting looking at himself with puffed cheeks and wanted to laugh, so he explained: "It's too dirty to be splashed with blood."

Only then was Qiao Leting satisfied, and nodded, "Oh, I see."

The female ghost seemed to be able to understand what Qiao Leting and the others were saying. When the two of them disliked her for being dirty, the expression on their faces became more distorted. Like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, Qiao Leting's hairs stood on end when he heard it.

The female ghost's body squirmed quickly towards Qiao Leting, and in a blink of an eye she was at Qiao Leting's feet.

Qiao Leting is no longer the Qiao Leting he used to be, he is now Niu Hulu Leting, he turned around unhurriedly, took a talisman from his pocket and put it on the female ghost's head, fixing the female ghost in the original place. On the ground, the whole movement is as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and he is quite a master. The only regret is that he can't turn on the live broadcast, so that his fans should appreciate his style of Niu Hulu·Le Ting just now.

The female ghost's hair was almost two meters long, and it was very thick. It spread out in a semicircle on the ground, almost occupying the space in front of the dressing table. Qiao Leting scratched his head, feeling a little distressed: " This hair is too long."

He still doesn't know the background of this female ghost in front of him. Ji Yue intends to let him solve these things by himself, so he will not do it easily unless it is an extremely special situation. Qiao Leting turned to look at Ji Yue, Ji Yue She just looked at him with a smile on the corner of her mouth and didn't say anything.

Hey, Qiao Leting sighed softly, and looked at the female ghost in front of her. The female ghost's face was a bit rotten, but it can be seen that she should have been a beautiful beauty in her lifetime. She was originally wearing a white and blue checked cheongsam. But she didn't know how she died, only a few strips of cloth were left hanging on her bloody body.

Qiao Leting looked at the mirror of the dressing table and touched his chin. The female ghost under his feet was killed just like that. If he needed it later, he would not be able to call it back.But this hair really takes up too much space, and I don't know how many years it hasn't been washed. In addition, this female ghost probably drilled through the sewers and ceilings, and the strands of hair are stuck together, exuding foul smell.

Qiao Leting thought for a while, and opened the drawers under the dressing table one by one, but there was no scissors he was looking for in them. There was no other way. Finally, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his pocket. Qiao Leting was actually a little embarrassed, after all, this It is also the hair that other girls have worked so hard to keep for many years.

But the smell was too strong. After careful consideration, Qiao Leting decided to get rid of the messy hair first. As for whether the female ghost wants to wait for a girl with long hair and waist to marry her, Qiao Leting can't control it. At most, give the female ghost a better hairstyle.

He carefully covered the female ghost's hair with the talisman paper in his hand, followed by a burst of sizzling sound, as if the fireworks were ignited during the Chinese New Year. Hair burns fast.

A smell of burnt sheepskin and donkey-hide gelatin rushed into Qiao Leting's nose. After thinking for a while, he picked out another talisman paper from his pocket and covered it on the ashes. Suddenly, the pungent stench became Qiao Leting rubbed his stomach after smelling the smell of roasted chicken that had just been brushed with honey, feeling a little hungry.

Seeing that the fire was about to reach the root of the female ghost's hair, Qiao Leting raised his hand and tapped it lightly on the female ghost's head, and the fire went out instantly.

Qiao Leting was very satisfied with the new image of the female ghost. Without the long black and beautiful hair, the female ghost looked significantly smaller, and her lethality seemed to have dropped a lot accordingly.

But the female ghost didn't look too happy, her body was clearly fixed, but she still gave off a menacing aura at this moment, her eyes looked straight at Qiao Leting, as if she wanted to swallow him alive, Qiao Leting touched his nose, somewhat guilty, and said to the female ghost: "Short hair looks energetic, and it is too long to hide dirt in it. You don't wash your hair, so you should cut it..."

Female ghost: I can fuck you!

However, even though Qiao Leting's mouth was worn out, the female ghost was still glaring at him, and Qiao Leting's patience was also exhausted. He didn't come here to make a concave shape for the female ghost, so he simply stared back, "Don't look, don't look at me again." I'll burn you bald!"

The female ghost was honest this time, she timidly looked away, and looked at the pool of ashes on the ground hopelessly.

Qiao Leting stood back in front of the mirror again. Since Ji Yue brought him to this room, the spirit of the mirror must be here. This time, he bit his finger, drew a talisman on the mirror, and summoned the spirit again.

Ji Yue nodded in satisfaction, then stepped back a little, quietly watching Qiao Leting's movements.

Jingling finally came out after Qiao Leting's endless calls. It was a woman, about 30 years old, wearing a green cheongsam embroidered with peacock patterns, curly hair hanging naturally on both shoulders, wearing a With an indescribable temperament, she smiled faintly at Qiao Leting. Her wish was only three words: "Kill me."

This was the first time Qiao Leting saw the mirror spirit who asked to kill him. He compared the appearance of the woman in the mirror, and it was obvious that she was not the same person as the short-haired female ghost on the ground.

The woman in the mirror disappeared. Qiao Leting bent down and opened the cabinets under the dressing table one by one, but finally found only a photo album inside.

There are very few photos in the album, and I only found eight photos from the beginning to the end. Among them, four are group photos of the Jin family, young and old, and two are photos of a woman and Mr. Jin when they were young. The background behind them seems to be On the Tibet side, the remaining two are photos of women and children.

From these photos, it can be judged that the woman is the first wife of the old man of the Jin family, but knowing these is not enough, he put the photo album back to its original position, and added another photo of the female ghost. After the talisman, he took out a piece of white paper in his pocket, folded it into a paper bird and let it fly in his hand.

The paper bird circled around for a while, always wanting to land on the female ghost's head, Qiao Leting saw that this was not going to work, so he slapped the paper bird outside the door.

The paper bird was a little dizzy from Qiao Leting's slap, and after turning around twice, it finally woke up, flapped its wings and flew towards the stairs, Qiao Leting followed behind it, and when he reached the stairs, he looked at it unconsciously. Looking at the hall downstairs, the dead person was still sitting quietly at the table, but there seemed to be an extra person at the head of the long table. He was covered in black robes all over his body, motionless, like a dead person.

Qiao Leting only took one look, then looked away, followed the paper bird and walked upstairs. This time, there were no more creaking sounds from under her feet. Qiao Leting still held Ji Yue's hand, and walked to the third floor.

He followed the paper bird to the room at the east end of the corridor on the third floor. The paper bird stopped in front of the door, fluttered its wings, and gently knocked on the door with its head. I stuffed it in, counted ten, and then pulled out the talisman paper from the crack of the door. The corners of the talisman paper were slightly burnt and glowing yellow.

Qiao Leting put the talisman paper back into his pocket. Ji Yue told him that as long as the talisman paper was not burned to ashes, he could handle the contents inside.

He raised his hand to hold the cold doorknob, unscrewed it and pushed the door open, a smell of offering incense came out from the room, Qiao Leting was taken aback, this couldn't be another mourning hall inside.

The paper bird raised its two wings to cover its nose, but just as soon as the two little wings stopped flapping, the idiot fell to the ground with a thud. Qiao Leting covered his forehead, why did the bird he folded never have a brain.

The door was completely opened, and the inside was not a mourning hall, but a Buddhist hall. It is not accurate to say that it is a Buddhist hall, because the thangka enshrined inside is not the Buddhas of the Western Heaven, but a statue of a goddess , the goddess stands solemnly on the lotus, with red and yellow ribbons on her body, drooping eyebrows and eyes, a red lotus flower is painted on her forehead, her face is slightly red, lifelike, as if she is about to step off the painting.

There are fresh fruits on the table, and three pillars of agarwood incense are inserted in the incense burner. The incense burns very slowly, but the smell is very strong.

But what attracted Qiao Leting the most was not the thangka enshrined above, but a middle-aged man sitting on the futon in the middle of the ground, wearing a white robe, stained with a lot of blood, it was Qiao Leting before The master Yun Xianzi I met.

Qiao Leting stepped forward and bent down to have a look, Yoho, this is indeed a master, he is still alive!

He pushed Master Yun Xianzi's shoulder twice, but the man didn't respond at all. Ji Yue hadn't taught him how to save people yet, so Qiao Leting could only turn his attention to Ji Yue for help.