Otherworldly Merchant

I walked to the sink and tried to turn on the faucet. There was really water in it. I reached in and felt the moisture of fresh water, and the bottom of my heart was much soothed.

But soon I realized something was wrong, and the whole pool turned red.

The wound on your hand is not too big, but it definitely won't bleed so much. What's going on? I frowned and looked carefully, but I was terrified to find that the water in the tap had turned red sometime.

I grabbed my teeth and took a bloody drop of water and sniffed it under my nose, instantly sweating my hair upright.

This is not fucking blood, this is 100% blood, human blood!

I almost threw the blood out of my hand reflexively, and the blood spilled across the mirror, and it smelled like shit.

“Bad luck. ”

I cursed myself, looked in the mirror, and found myself pale and pale, but there was an unconscionable laugh in my eyes. But now I'm crying so depressed, where else would I laugh?

Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't the one in the mirror at all, and the blood I just spilled wasn't flowing down the mirror at all, but it was just another me.

I was so shocked that I smashed my fist into the past without thinking about it.

A bang of mirrors smashed into pieces, and I disappeared laughingly inside. I looked at the fleshly blurred back of my hand cut by the glass scum, and my heart slowly rose to a feeling of powerlessness.

“Are you going to kill yourself? ”

A familiar voice came from his ear, and I hesitated for a second to realize that it was my voice. I turned my head and found the other one standing behind me. He was dressed like me, wrapped around his hands, and said tragically: "Kill me! Kill me just kill yourself. ”

I had a twitch in the corner of my mouth and was determined to destroy him even if I died first. But he suddenly disappeared, and I thought it was a spiritual wheel fight, but the next moment I saw something I'd never forget.

All the lights in the room lit up, and the mirror fragments all over the floor became unusually bright, and there was another me on each piece, and they kept saying to me: “Kill me, kill yourself, kill me, kill me, kill me, hahaha...”

At first I was hard on my scalp trying to crush all the lenses, and then finally I realized that the rest of me would grow as the mirrors grew, and gradually I felt like I was them, and they were me.

And just as I came up with this idea, I started stabbing myself in the chest with my own machetes, and it was soon my turn, countless‘ I ’or joy or sadness, or laughter or pain shouting, “Your turn, do it, or we'll help you. ”

I knew I was confused again, thinking about reading the Moral Scriptures, but my brain was blank and even the phantom bell didn't work. I can only fight the uncontrolled body with the last will.

The machete was getting closer and closer, and countless people on the ground came out of the lens and came together, and it grabbed the machete from me easily and said with a smile, "Let me help you. ”

“Fuck you. ”

At this time, the pressure that I had accumulated for a long time suddenly erupted, and an unknown amount of spiritual power burst out of Dantian, instantly regaining my mind, and looking at where there was another self?

The machete was still in my hand, and I waved the machete and cut all the lenses into powder, and the people in the mirror disappeared.

When I calmed down and looked at the phantom bell on my ankle, I realized that its little bell was filled with crushed meat. No wonder I wasn't reminded.

But how did the Yin spirits go silent and stick meat under my eyelids?

I don't know what else is going on in this room, but I understand that I have to leave this apartment as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to get out.

I hurried to pick out the pieces of meat from the bell with an invisible needle and put the phantom bell on my hand, carefully preparing to go out. Anyone who just walked out of the toilet door saw a shadow in a wheelchair at the entrance of the hall.

From the back of the shadow, he was dressed in a skilful Zhongshan suit, his hair was pale and messy, his figure was a bit illusory, but it gave me a familiar feeling, I tried to ask: “Grandpa? ”

That's right, this is my dead grandfather. Although I knew it was absolutely fake, I couldn't help but ask and the corner of my eyes was wet.

“Jiulin. ”

He held the wheelchair by his hand, turned around slowly, shouted with no expression, and then looked at me with a very cold look.

“Grandpa, Grandpa, what are you doing here? ”

From the moment he called me, I completely lost my mind, sat down weak, and kept screaming at him.

Grandpa was pale, like a layer of frost, he didn't come near me, he didn't show any concern for me, he just said indifferently: "You'll die just like me, you can't run away. ”

Grandpa wouldn't talk to me like that at any moment. I gradually regained my sanity, but I couldn't muster the courage to deal with him and was forced to endure the torture of his sentence.

Finally, he disappeared slowly, I dumped some dizzy head and wanted to leave, but found the door locked, I kicked it twice, apart from knocking and muffling, the door did not move.

“With one door, you want to trap me, Zhang Jiulin? ”

I licked my lips and suddenly pulled out a curved knife and stabbed it at the door constantly, every time with the power of Min.

As far as I know, it takes just one knife to stab a stiff burglar door out of a hole, and then cut a gap in a row.

However, this door is like the skin I've encountered before, no matter how much damage I suffer, it will be restored as soon as my knife is removed.

The only way is to cut the door open with one knife, but the Silver Moon Machete doesn't have that kind of power. The T-shirt man's eight-sided Chinese sword has this skill, but unfortunately he's not here.

I was still stuck in the room, but my strength was almost exhausted. I was in a hurry and there was nothing left to eat in my bag. I sat on the floor for a while and decided to get used to it before drawing a brief gossip array within a few square meters of the living room, hiding in it to make it a little more solid.

After the gossip array, there were no more children in the room, but the door and windows and even the surrounding walls were constantly pounding, as if countless people were scratching the door with long nails.

Despite sitting in the gossip array, I couldn't help but sweat directly. Deep inside, there was an impulse to rush out and fight with them, relying on phantom bells and the Moral Scriptures to persevere. It took too long before I stopped scratching the door.

I was stuck for a long time, and instantly my body seemed soft like noodles, followed by a bit of acid water in my stomach, and that feeling of hunger and non-hunger made me tremble, and bean-sized sweat beads seeped out of my forehead.

Hunger made me give up trapping in gossip arrays, and I took the flexible Wolf whip out and held it in my hand, slowly approaching the fridge. To avoid being reckoned with again, I cautiously opened the refrigerator with an invisible needle.

Fortunately, everything is fine in the fridge. There are still drinks and fast cooked foods in the fridge. Some chicken paws, red intestines, you can smell the scent coming out of the inside through the bag. I tear these snacks up and pour them into my mouth with a laugh, but suddenly realise how can something so fragrant be stored so far?

Will the Yin spirits let go of this delicacy?

I put the cooked food on the floor, took a few steps back, took out some sand and sprayed it on the top, and the sprayed food instantly burst into black smoke. When the black smoke dispersed, it revealed a small pile of stirring, pink flesh of rats...

“Ouch!”

I spit it out, then burned all the dirt in front of me with a soulfire, and sprinkled some sand in the refrigerator before I realized that all I could eat was two dried carrots and a half vial of snake-bulb wine.

“Shit, the carrots are delicious. I'll have to buy a car when I get out! ”

I chewed the dehydrated carrot as if eating and roaring as I fought against the spirits, but my eyes couldn't help but shed tears.