ghost man, please let me go

I'm still very puzzled, even though there seems to be nothing wrong with these ghosts, I'm still afraid of any accidents, and my whole body is tense. Didn't it mean that this mirror only collects souls? Soul state?

Thinking of this, my heart couldn't help tightening. If I am in the state of a soul now, then there shouldn't be any problems with my body, right?

Those ghosts still knelt on the ground and looked at me. I don't know why, but I always felt that this was not good, so I coughed and said, "Get up first."

As soon as I finished saying this, those ghosts stood up as if they had received some order. I pursed my lips, feeling like I was facing some big scene, and my heart felt a little weak.

I was in embarrassment with these ghosts. I didn't know what to do now. After a while of silence, one of the ghosts coughed and stood up.

I looked at him as if I saw some kind of savior, and said, "What do you guys mean by looking like this?"

As soon as I came in, I saw many ghosts bowing down to me. I was really frightened. For a moment, I thought I was the bandit leader on that mountain. It was the same sense of sight.

The ghost seemed to have a good temper, and he smiled when he heard what I said, and said, "We treat you like this because you are our master."

I raised my eyebrows when I heard this sentence, but I didn't say anything. I just thought that these ghosts must have recognized the wrong person. How could I be their master?

"Have you been waiting here all this time?" I felt a little unbelievable. Could these ghosts have been staying in this mirror all the time, waiting for their master?

The ghost who spoke to me nodded and said, "Yes, we have been waiting here all this time, just hoping that one day we can see our master."

I don't know why, but when I saw the smile on his face, I felt a little sore in my heart. They didn't know how long they had been waiting here, maybe decades.

"Did you recognize the wrong person? I'm not your master." I smiled awkwardly, feeling that my current situation was really bad, but I didn't know what to say better. From then on I just watched them in silence.

As a result, after I finished saying this, they didn't show any sad expressions, but instead looked at me with a look of "the master is right". For a moment, I felt like a fool.

"Can you understand what I said? I said that I am not your master." I was almost internally hurt by their eyes, and I could only swallow a sigh of relief. It's not their fault for admitting the wrong person, I can't say more say something.

The ghost who had originally answered my question smiled again, and said, "You are really our master, and we have proof."

evidence?I was stunned for a moment, what kind of evidence is needed after losing it like this, I coughed and said: "What evidence are you talking about? Can you let me have a look?"

The ghost nodded, and then signaled to the ghosts next to me to present a painting to me. The ghost motioned for me to open the painting. I squinted my eyes and opened the painting with vigilance.

After I saw the contents of the painting clearly, my eyes widened involuntarily. I didn't expect that the painting was actually a portrait of a person, let alone that the person in that portrait was actually me.

I felt that I was frightened, so I quickly patted my face, coughed, and said: "Could it be that you made a mistake, how could this portrait be my portrait?"

They all shook their heads, I calmed down my emotions, and finally had to admit that the person in that painting was indeed me, and those ghosts told me that the person in that painting was their master, so I was their master.

Such a simple and crude logic made me not even know how to complain, and I really couldn't tell what was wrong, so I could only purse my lips and let them regard me as their master.

"Since you insist on saying that I am the master of all of you, then consider me your master, but...can I ask you a question?" I glanced at the innocent-looking ghosts.

Those ghosts pointed their hands at the ghost who had been talking to me from the beginning. I raised my eyebrows, but I didn't expect that the spokesperson here was still designated, so I turned my head helplessly and looked at the ghost.

"Can you tell me how I should get out of this mirror to the outside world now?" I softened my voice and looked at the ghost, but when I saw the confusion in his eyes, I knew that I might have no hope of going out.

Sure enough, the ghost shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, master, we don't know either."

The other ghosts also shook their heads. Just when I was about to say something, the ghost just spoke again.

"This mirror can absorb other people's souls, but we have never seen anyone go out. It is said that only the owner of this mirror can go out, and others will never get out."

Hearing this, my heart tightened. I didn't expect this mirror to be so domineering. The property staff I had seen before probably left their souls here forever, but now the key is that I don't know Am I the master of this mirror? If I am not, I will not be able to get out.

Resisting the urge to cry, I asked, "Do you know what happens to the last person who can't get out of this mirror?"

I wanted to get a better answer, but it didn't work out. The ghost coughed and said, "Those that can't get out are turned into nourishment in the end."

nourishment?I felt a chill in my heart, what it means to become nourishment is that it will never go out, and it will be decomposed little by little without making a sound, right?

"If the owner of this mirror can go out, do you know how the master can get out of this mirror?" I feel that I really have no way to say anything more in my current state. If there is no way to go out at all, I'm afraid I It also needs to be slowly turned into nourishment. I don’t know which generation of master nourishes this mirror.

I waited in fear for the ghost to talk to me, but saw his eyes darken for a moment, and then shook his head again. I was a little dazed and didn't realize it at first. feeling of disaster.

"Does the owner of the mirror know the way to get out?" I tried to calm myself down. After I finished saying this, I saw other people nodded and looked at me with a look of "Why don't you know?" , can only hide the feeling of wanting to vomit blood.

They respect me so much because they think I am their master, at least for now. If I keep asking them, they will doubt whether I am their master. It will be bad if something happens. , I don't want them to fight me with swords.

Thinking of this, I showed a smile and said: "I probably haven't figured out the way to get out. Just keep busy with your own work. I'll think about it for a while."

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm sure I can, I can definitely find a way out."

I really don't want to stay here all the time. If I stay here all the time, I won't be able to see the people I love, and I won't be able to see my friends. Thinking of this, my heart gradually becomes firm and I decide to go to Find a way to leave.

But I tried several times, and I used all the methods I know, but I am still stuck here, and I haven't even moved a single position. Is this really the only way to go?

"Master, don't worry, just calm down. It's the first time you've entered this mirror, and it's easy to go out. Naturally, it will take some effort. Maybe it will be fine when you come in next time." The ghost of the man is still nearby. Look, with a smile on his face.

I nodded, but I was still very worried in my heart. Although they called me master, they may not be reconciled in their hearts. After all, they are also ghosts sucked into the mirror. I am the master, and they are the nourishment.

Maybe there is deep-seated hatred under their smiling faces. Thinking of this, I think it's better for me to find a way to get out quickly. If I stay here for a long time, maybe they will make things difficult for me.

When I came in, it was because I dripped a drop of my own blood on the mirror. Will I be able to go out by dripping another drop of my own blood on the mirror?

Thinking of this, I immediately bit my finger with my mouth. I felt something was wrong halfway through the bite. I am a ghost, so there should be no blood, right?

But I actually smelled the smell of blood. I raised my eyebrows, and then quickly let go of my fingers. Now I feel that I am not sure if I am a soul. As long as I think of the drop of blood I saw just now, I will Some trance.

Am I really in a soul state now?Could it be that I even entered my own body, otherwise, how could I drip out my own blood?

But even in this way, I still didn't go out. I couldn't help but feel a little anxious. What does this mean? Why can't I get out even after using my own blood?

At this time, the ghost standing aside laughed, and said, "Master, maybe you can try dripping your own blood on that portrait. That portrait has something to do with you and this mirror. It's a hub."

After I heard what he said, I thought about it carefully, and found that it was indeed like this. Now I only have something to do with this portrait, and when I was outside, I also dripped my blood on the ghost mountain. At that time, I had something to do with the ghost mountain. Relationship, Guishan also had a connection with this mirror.