Hunting College

The floor-to-ceiling mirror was about three feet wide and nearly two meters high. The base was a whole piece of obsidian, and it was carved with little people holding hands. The little people raised their heads and looked at the mirror where they were full of enthusiasm.

On the left and right of the mirror are two Roman relief pillars, jujube-colored red sandalwood. The pillar on the left is pressing a monster with horned bat wings, and the pillar on the right is pressing a naked man and woman tangled together. On the tops of the pillars appeared two busts of wizards, male on the left and female on the right, both wearing pointed hats and holding magic wands. The hollow carved spell held up the heavy lintel, and a line of words was engraved on the stone.

Because the sky was too dark and the writing was a little fuzzy, Zheng Qing couldn't see clearly what was written on it for a while, and could only vaguely see the words ‘water’ and ‘people’.

At this moment, all his attention was on the horrible reflection in the mirror.

He bet that the monster in the mirror with his appearance, wearing his clothes, full of fangs, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth has nothing to do with him.

"who is it?!"

The wizard screamed and took a step back.

The husband pressed his shoulders to stop him from planning to withdraw from the pavilion: "It's an interesting shadow, don't care...like I said, next, we will go to an interesting world."

After realizing that the horror picture could not scare the person outside the mirror, the person in the mirror showed a trace of annoyance, pulling up his cloak as a cover, revealing the image again, and it was already Zheng Qing's appearance in women's clothing.

Black bow, white ruffled apron, lace belt, garter belt, and small round toe shoes. It seems that in order to adapt to this dress, the guy in the mirror stepped on the inner character, half covering his face with a paper fan in his hand. The straight-looking young public servant flushed and became angry.

"Crazy! It's lawless!" He widened his eyes angrily, he didn't hesitate to say anything, he smashed the mirror with a fist, but worried about cutting his hand, so he could only look around, trying to find a solid stone.

"Don't pay attention to these details." The husband raised his hand and pointed his finger at the shadow in the mirror. The female monster screamed, rolled, and was bounced deeper into the mirror until it became a small spot and disappeared completely. In the mirror.

But this does not make Zheng Qing feel at ease.

The thought of a certain female monster pretending to be himself screaming in a corner of the world, he was shaking from head to toe as if he had eaten a big mouthful of mustard.

As if feeling the boy's unstable mood, the husband patted him comfortably on the shoulder.

"Are you ready?" he asked, tilting his head.

Zheng Qing took a deep breath, his expression stiff, tentatively stretched out his finger and touched the silver mirror.

The mirror surface rippled like water waves.

"Let's go."

The husband's voice echoed in his ears. Immediately, Zheng Qing felt that the hand he was holding was pulled hard, the whole person was dragged into the air, his feet were off the ground, and then he slammed into the silver wave.

Wow!

There was a sound like falling into the water, and the eyes were completely dark. Zheng Qing can clearly feel that he is passing through a piece of rotating, twisted, black and white barriers, and constantly falling to the ‘deepness’ and ‘deeper’.

Until a dark yellow light pierced his eyelids.

Zheng Qing had a heavy meal under his feet, and the whole person regained the feeling of weight.

When he adjusted to the surrounding environment, he discovered that his husband and him were in a long and narrow corridor. Above the head is an upside-down candle. The light yellow candlelight is pulled out of the smooth spindle under the action of gravity, and a dim, jumping light and shadow are scattered.

"Mr……"

"Hush!"

The husband's right index finger was erected to his lips, hissed in a low voice, motioning the boy to observe quietly.

Light and shadow danced in the corridor, and Zheng Qing's vision gradually became clear. On both sides of the originally deep and narrow corridor, suddenly many burning torches lit up. Under the torch, there are closed doors.

There is such a fan near Zheng Qing.

There is no room number on the paulownia door, nor any decoration or runes, but a piece of transparent glass is embedded in the center of the door. Looking inward through that glass, there is a bathroom—a cubicle, a toilet, a washbasin, a broom and a mop hung behind the door, and it looks no different from any school bathroom.

Zheng Qing looked at it for several times before realizing that this glass should be in front of the bathroom vanity.

After the boys wash their hands, they rarely smear in the mirror, but there are also a few greasy-faced guys who leaned in front of the glass and fixed their hair to their shiny hair.

"So, why isn't it a women's toilet?" The boy slid through this thought with regret, and then realized that his husband was beside him, and immediately denied in his heart: "No, no, I am not that dirty... Human nature... …If it is really a female toilet, I will close my eyes immediately."

While he was working on mental construction, behind the glass window, the bathroom door opened with a crash.

Several boys shoved and walked in.

One of them was short, thin, and wore rectangular black-rimmed glasses; the other three had two big round waists and almost shaved hairstyles, and one had long hair and a fair complexion.

The boys who had gone to the toilet had expressions of horror on their faces. They lifted their pants, before they even had time to wash their hands, and fled. The toilet door was heavily closed, and the mop was stuck diagonally.

The three of them gathered the thin man with glasses around the corner of the toilet, pushing and shoving, talking about something. From time to time, the fair-skinned boy raised his hand and slapped the man with glasses.

The two big-waisted followers laughed, one to the left and the other, twisting the shoulders of the thin boy to prevent him from resisting.

Nothing new, bullying scenes.

The gangsters demand protection fees.

The thin boy said weakly that he had no money.

In exchange for a round of punches and kicks.

The boy who was beaten squatted down holding his stomach, and was immediately picked up by his ears and received several slaps.

Just beating like this for a while, I don't know who used too much force and pushed the thin boy against the wall. The boy's head slammed into a raised angle iron on the wall, and in the blink of an eye, blood was dripping across his face.

The two attendants were taken aback, and the hands holding the boy's shoulders involuntarily let go~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But the white-skinned boy didn't care, lifted up the thin boy's school uniform and wiped him casually. Face, warned him not to talk nonsense outside. Then the three drove away.

The thin boy stumbled to the mirror, took off his glasses, and showed a pair of eyes intertwined with anger and fear.

"Help me," he murmured, and whispered to the empty mirror and the empty toilet: "Help me... kill them... kill..."

The voice behind was distorted, Zheng Qing couldn't hear what he said.

He only saw the boy's blood-stained hand pressing on the glass, leaving a trace of curse and magic.

Light and shadow flowed, and the three boys who bullied suffered in the toilet one after another. Two attendants broke their legs when they went to the toilet, and the white-skinned guy fell directly into the toilet and was drowned. The school security staff did not understand for a long time after investigating why a toilet pit less than two feet deep could drown one by one meter. Seven boys.

This incident has become a myth that has been circulating on this campus for decades.