Chapter 5 Fighting Hair

What's more, he held zippo and leaned against the hair wrapped around his wrists, and the flame immediately burned a large area of his hair. The hair seemed to be afraid of fire. Wherever the flames reached, the hair that had been opened its teeth and claws and eager to try was shocked and retreated.

What's more, one hand held zippo demonstratously against the hair, and the other hand held back a distance at the fastest speed and slowly got up. At this time, he saw clearly that there was still a human face hidden in the hair oozing from the wall. It was a woman's face. If I remember correctly, it was It was the face of the female ghost in red who appeared in the room. At this moment, she was staring at the extraordinary situation with an extremely resentful look.

After a series of strange events, Feifan's nerves now seem to have been numb, relying entirely on his own instinct and the only reason left in his heart to control his behavior. Now he looks at the hair wrapped in the wall, swinging the lighter, and taking out the pendant with the other hand and lifting it up. Shaking his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "Come on, you have the guts to come here."

The face stared at him fiercely with eyes without eyes, and gradually disappeared for a while. Moreover, Feifan just wanted to take a breath, and the sweat on his forehead almost flowed into his eyes. He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. In the hazy, he suddenly found a pale and sweaty man on the opposite side loomed in a mass of light and shadow. Now, he was shocked, but immediately realized that this was his own figure, and the light ball was just the firelight of the lighter in his hand.

He was not relieved, but he found that there were countless hazy light behind his figure in the mirror in front of him. Then he remembered the two opposite mirrors hanging in front of the room. He was now standing in the middle of the two mirrors. Suddenly, he seemed to see a dark shadow shaking behind his head in the mirror, and he suddenly turned around. Except for the mirror behind him and his own figure, there was nothing unusual, but at this moment, there was a dark shadow behind his head in the mirror.

What's more, Feifan suddenly felt bad. Suddenly, a light passed through his mind, and some stories told by his former girlfriend gushed out from the deepest part of his memory.

At 12 o'clock at midnight, don't stand between the two opposite mirrors, otherwise bad luck will happen - my girlfriend once said this to him.

At present, the time on the mobile phone in the room has not been moved at 12 o'clock, and now it is still so coincidental to stand between the two mirrors. As for the bad luck, it has happened since entering this building.

Wang Feifan was about to raise his legs to leave this position, but he was stunned to find that his feet were pulled to the ground by a force and could not move.

Not only that, countless strands of hair appeared abruptly in the back mirror, and several strands of entangled the wrist of the lighter in an instant. He couldn't help but be shocked. His hand loosened and the lighter fell to the ground. He hurriedly lowered his head and wanted to see where he was going to pick it up, but unexpectedly, before the lighter landed, the flame had not been extinguished. For a moment, he happened to see under his feet, a pair of dry hands like dead bark strangled his ankles through the felt. Although through his trousers and socks, he still felt the hardness of his dry hands and its chill.

Moreover, he did not dare to neglect it. While competing with the hair wrapped around his wrist, he leaned over and reached out desperately to hook the lighter on the ground. He gritted his teeth and stretched his arms hard. When his fingers were about to touch the lighter, the hair in the mirror immediately increased. The strength was so strong that the extraordinary upper body was only a little different from the mirror surface.

In addition, he was shocked and angry. He found that something was squirming behind his neck, and maybe hair would soon be wrapped around his neck. If he hadn't wrapped the pendant chain around his fingers in advance, he might have fallen to the ground when he was frightened just now. He had no choice but to try to pick up the lighter, so he had to control his body as not to stick to the mirror. On his son, he has felt something wrapped around his neck little by little, and it will immediately form a circle. If he strangles hard, he is likely to be strangled alive.

What's more, Feifan did not intend to become a lonely ghost in this building. The sense of resistance in his bones made him make a decision. He held the pendant hard, clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and closed, and waved his fist to hit the mirror behind him.

With a "pop", his fist collided with the mirror, and there was no expected cracking sound. I really don't know if the broken mirror hanging is made of glass. His hair has been wrapped around his neck. The sense of suffocation of hypoxia in the brain made his face turn red, and his tongue involuntarily spit out, even his eyes They all began to roll their eyes up.

His hand began to slap the mirror weakly, and a sense of fatigue gradually invaded his whole body, and his consciousness began to become blurred. In a trance, he suddenly recalled a sentence his girlfriend told him, which was still mentioned when giving him this pendant. She once said, "One day, if you encounter something strange and strange , this 'mani stone' can protect your safety. If the situation is critical, remember to shout hard..."

Hu Feifan suddenly opened his eyes, raised his strength, patted the pendant in his hand to the mirror, and shouted: "Lin Bing... Lin Bing... Lin Bing..."

When his shout and the pendant collided with the mirror at the same time, a dazzling but soft light burst out of the pendant in an instant, illuminating the extraordinary side. At this moment, he even clearly saw his image in the opposite mirror. An unprecedented sense of fear made the situation scream unconsciously, because he saw It was himself who manipulated his hair and wrapped around his body in the back mirror. He had never seen himself with such a ferocious expression, and behind his head in the mirror, a large group of black hair appeared, as if wrapping his head in it.

At this time, he found that what was reflected in the back mirror was not his image, as if it was independent. It seemed that it was not a mirror, but another space, in which there was another self, a ghost-like self.

However, these images began to blur in a moment. From the moment when the pendant in his hand hit the mirror, countless cracks began at the point hit the pendant and radiated around. In the blink of an eye, the whole mirror formed countless dense tortoise fragments, but they did not crack, as if this Some fragments seem to be tightly bonded together.

All the hair turned into dust when the mirror broke, and the dead hands holding their feet also disappeared. Moreover, they didn't even give themselves time to breathe. They rolled on the ground and took the opportunity to reach out to grab the lighter. As far as the current situation is concerned, a good hand around him None of them. This lighter seems to be much more useful than the pendant.

He deliberately stood not far from the wall where the mirror was still intact and spat the dust that had just been inhaled in his mouth. At this time, his clothes were already dirty, and his underwear was soaked with sweat, which was extremely uncomfortable. As for his face, it was full of sweat and dust, but Strangely, although his whole body was as dirty as a mud monkey, he didn't even have a broken skin, except for a piece of swelling on the back of his head.

But at this time, he had no time to pay attention to it at all. While trying to breathe in his lungs, he looked at the pendant in his hand and muttered, "Lin Bing, Lin Bing, what does this mean? A person's name?"

He hasn't asked before, and he hasn't even thought about it. If it hadn't been for the moment when he was on the verge of death, his memory would not have reminded him of these things again. He didn't know that he had confirmed something in his heart. If he could get out of this small building safely this time, he would desperately find his ex-girlfriend and tell her that he had been wrong before.

Moreover, Feifan looked at it with lingering heart and slowly turned to move his footsteps to the other side of the corridor. Everything before had made him feel that this small building could be said to be a step by step. It was only a few steps away from the room he had checked with He Shaoqing a while ago, but he walked very slowly. First of all, he wanted to take the opportunity to rest. Take a break so that he can recover some strength. Second, he couldn't imagine what danger was waiting for him. For the first time, he was worried that he didn't know how he would die in the end.

He wanted to run quickly, but when he saw the mirror opposite the big open door, he hesitated again. Perhaps the previous experience made him feel afraid of the mirror and the wall.

Moreover, you are very careful and slowly move forward along the center of the corridor. You can see that the pale moonlight in the room is reflected through the door and scattered on the floor. Countless small dust rolls and dances in the moonlight, and in the mirror opposite the door, the white moonlight is also reflected, reflecting on the ground and walls. Countless inexplicable shadows.

He clenched the pendant in his hand, cheered himself up, stepped forward to the door, looked inside the door first, then quickly turned around, and quickly dodged the mirror on the opposite side. Then his tense heart was relieved. His eyes skimmed the mirror, his throat suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

In addition to the scene in the opposite room, the female ghost in red stood upright at the door, with her head slightly hanging and her long hair covering her cheeks. Although she appeared in the mirror, she felt that her face was slightly sideways towards herself, and white eyes without black eyes were faintly between her hair. His eyes stared at him, which immediately gave him a feeling of being in a cold hell.

Moreover, Feifan shivered all over and couldn't help but want to turn around and run away, but he tried his best to suppress this feeling. A anger couldn't help rising from the bottom of his heart. He clenched his back teeth, rushed over, opened his hand, and patted the female grimace in the center of the mirror with the pendant in his palm, and his mouth Shout: "Lin Bing..."

Although it was shot on the mirror, it seemed to directly shoot the female ghost's face. Only an extremely sharp woman's scream was heard out of thin air. The female ghost in the mirror raised her hand to cover her face, and her whole body shook like an electric shock, and the mirror began to crack countless turtles at this moment. The pattern is exactly the same as the situation just now.

Wang Feifan quickly stepped back a few steps, and the nervous look on his face was relaxed. At this time, for the first time, he became confident in looking for He Shaoqing in the building.

He turned around and shouted at the corridor in front of him, "He Shaoqing, where are you?"