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The light shines on the mirror, and the woman in the mirror has half of her makeup removed.

The foundation was wiped off, revealing her original sallow skin. The same face gave people different feelings. They were clearly two skin colors.

"Is there someone moving in the mirror?" The woman took off the false eyelashes and blinked: "It seems that I was drunk and had an illusion."

She raised her hair and turned around with a smile to look at the sunken double bed. Her female companion was screaming like a slaughtering pig. It was a barbaric performance that clearly had no interest in it, but she was watching it with gusto and was even eager to try it. Feel.

"You two are almost done. With such a loud voice, do you want everyone in the building to come and watch the live broadcast?" The woman took out her mobile phone from her purse, scrolled through the messages on it, and then turned on the music. His body squirmed beside the bed like a water snake following the rhythm.

She took off her coat and wanted to rummage through the drawer to find something, but as soon as she turned her head, she looked right at herself in the mirror.

"Is my face so ugly?"

It was clearly his own face in the mirror, but it looked very strange.

"That's weird." She didn't think much about it, and walked towards the bed with a bottle filled with light yellow oily liquid in the drawer.

At this time, the girl who was pressed on the bed board was begging for mercy in pain. Her drunkenness had disappeared. She blocked it with her hands, and her shaking head inadvertently saw the makeup mirror in the bedroom.

Her eyes slowly turned frightened. The woman's image in the mirror did not turn around as the woman turned around. It was still facing the woman's back, with her eyes staring at her neck.

The girl who was pressed against the bed board wanted to remind her, but severe pain shot through her body, and what she wanted to say turned into meaningless cries when she reached her lips.

"This is a process that every woman has to go through. Since you have chosen this, you have to bear the price." After taking off her makeup, she looked much older than her companion on the bed, looking like an accident: " Tonight should be a very important day for you, so ask my sister to help you."

With a malicious smile on her face, she twisted the bottle cap and was about to move forward.

Suddenly a sound of "Quack, quack, quack..." came from behind her. She turned around blankly. In front of her eyes was a patch of thick black hair, and hidden in the black hair was a pale face. It was clearly her own face. Why? Feel so scary?

"You, why did you come out of the mirror?" The woman only had time to say such a sentence before her body was entangled in black hair, as if she was going for a snorkel in the sea, but was entangled in a group of kelp several meters long, sinking deeper and deeper. , and was finally dragged into the dark seabed.

The girl who was pressed on the bed board witnessed the whole process. She was frightened. She beat the fat man's back with both hands, and her nails dug bloody marks on the fat man's body: "Get up! People are dead! People are dead!"

She yelled incoherently, but the fat man was unmoved and instead worked harder.

This feeble struggle looked to the fat man as just a means to please him, which made him more excited. Under the influence of alcohol, he kept yelling and swearing, saying rude and dirty words, not giving the girl a chance to escape.

"He's dead, get up!" The girl's face was distorted. She waved her hand towards the bed, waving her slender arms as hard as she could, but in the end they were only held tightly by the fat man's big hands.

"Fuck! Be honest!"

The black hair completely enveloped the woman who had taken off her makeup, and then seemed to control her body, slowly moving to the door and blocking the door.

This shocking scene made the girl who was still on the bed completely lose control. She bit the fat man's shoulder and used all her strength to escape.

"You bitch! You're looking for death!" Blood flowed down the fat man's shoulders, and the girl finally took the opportunity to escape. She pointed anxiously behind the fat man and shouted, sweat dripping down her face.

"Behind, behind you!"

After the girl finished speaking, she ran towards the window. She lifted the curtains and was about to open the window.

"Where do you want to go?"

I looked at her with a sneer, hit her neck hard with my knife, and brought her to the ground.

"Who are you?!" The fat man didn't even have time to put on the clothes next to him. He took a step back and grabbed the chair in the room with both hands.

Suddenly there was an extra person in the room, and he seemed to be staying here for a long time.

Fatty Jiu woke up with a fright. He looked around and realized that there was one missing person in the room: "Where is Chen Honghong?"

"If you're talking about that skinny aunt, she's standing behind you right now."

The fat man subconsciously looked back, and saw a bloodless face with veins all over it, right against the tip of his nose.

"What the hell!" He swung the chair and threw it at the woman, not thinking about his old relationship at all.

"Are you pretending to have amnesia when you pull up your pants? She's obviously your old lover, but you call her a ghost." I didn't interfere. To deal with ordinary people, the ghosts are enough.

The black hair was wrapped around the fat man's body. He lifted the chair high but couldn't knock it down. His hands and feet were fixed, and all the fat on his body was trembling.

"You were so irritable just now, why are you so timid now?"

The color of the skin entangled by the black hair of the destiny ghost has darkened, and his vitality and yang energy have been robbed by the destiny ghost. My destiny ghost has swallowed too many things, and now it has become more and more terrifying.

I walked up to the fat man and stuffed his mouth with a sheet. I watched quietly as he fell to the ground weakly, his cheeks covered with a layer of deathly gray. I only let the ghost stop with only one breath left.

"No wonder there are so many people flocking to it even though they know that cultivating evil will not end well. Just one Mahayana ghost is enough to settle a lot of difficult things."

The fat man seemed to have lost weight, but in fact all the fat and muscles on his body were still there, what was missing was the aura and vitality of a living person.

"Let's go." After tearing up the sheets and tying up the two women and the fat man, there was a knock on the door.

"Feihu, can you please keep your voice down? We can hear it clearly downstairs. Are you trying to demolish the house? Open the door for me!"

I put down the sheets in my hands and looked at the fat man tied to the bed leg: "So your name is Fat Tiger."

"Fuck! Open the door quickly. If you dare to cause trouble to that little girl, the boss won't be able to protect you!"

The knocking on the door became more urgent. I was afraid of attracting more people, so I covered the three of them with a quilt, then hid behind the door and opened it.

"You kid, are you okay now? You can't even open my door. When I was fighting in North Street, you weren't even born yet!"

A middle-aged man in his forties came in, with a scar across his brow. He entered the room cursing, and suddenly found that something was wrong with the atmosphere. It was too quiet.

"what happened?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that I have a few questions that I want to ask your brother face to face." Standing quietly behind the middle-aged man, I showed a bright smile: "Are you willing to take me there?"

"Where did you come from..."

He only spoke half of what he said before his throat was entangled with black hair, tightening his flesh and bleeding.

"Forget it, I'll go find it myself." I blocked the middle-aged man's mouth with the fat man's clothes. When he was furious and his face was ashen, I tied his hands and stuffed him under the bed.

In fact, the most rational way at this time is to ask him about the whereabouts of Jiang Long or Bai Qi and clarify the target location. But for some reason, I was particularly violent tonight. Maybe I have subconsciously prepared to be exposed in the underworld show. At that time, there may be only one way in front of me.

His fingers crossed the fat man's neck. His eyes were panicked, but he could only look at me helplessly.

"You better hope I find what I'm looking for, otherwise I'll bury everyone who might know the secret."

Looking out the window, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. This is not what Jiangcheng should be like in this season.

After closing the door, I walked slowly on the second floor, as if I was at home. The slight difference was that there were two shadows following behind me at this time, and occasionally long black hair would emerge from the corner of the corridor.

I walked to the corner of the first and second floors. There was a lot of noise below, and no one realized that the God of Death was standing not far away.

The electric switch for the entire building was just around the corner. I took out a chair from the room and smashed the plastic casing of the electric switch hard.

"Bang!"

The people who were still reveling downstairs were all attracted by the loud noise and were stunned for a moment, but before they could react, the lights in the villa went out.

The harsh music also stopped, and several couples stood in the darkness. They could only hear the sound of raindrops hitting the windows wildly.