Chapter 971: Tragedy sister conquers fear of ghost president 14
There was an old and weird smell in the air. A woman wearing a cheongsam and earrings was sitting in front of the crimson dresser, holding a comb in her hand and brushing her hair.
The sound of the old-fashioned record player creaking and singing came from under the attic. The profile of the woman's profile was delicate and three-dimensional, and her complexion was as white as paper.
She kept looking at the mirror, immersed in her own world, as if she didn't pay attention to Shu Ange's existence.
The dim sunlight slanted in from the skylight, Shu Ange took two steps forward, looked at the mirror in front of the dresser, and pulled out the peach wood sword in his backpack.
There was only her figure in the mirror, there was no young woman in a cheongsam, and there was no old attic, only Shu Ange herself.
To be precise, there was only one person in the mirror who looked exactly like Shu Ange. She held a peach wood sword in her hand. The person in the mirror had nothing in her hand, and there was a strange smile on her lips.
No matter how daring people have experienced this series of strange things, they will be a little flustered. Shu Ange stood there calmly, not at all frightened.
She took another step forward, and the beauty in cheongsam was still combing her hair unhurriedly, her black and beautiful hair suddenly soared, twisting like a snake and rolling towards Shu Ange.
Shu Ange was prepared for a long time. She raised the peach wood sword in her hand and slashed at the twisted black hair. She quickly struck two defensive knots and threw two five thunder talismans.
After the talisman met the twisted black hair, it exploded with a bang. The woman in the cheongsam grabbed the comb in her hand, her nails exploded, and turned around to grab Shu Ange.
Her expression was cold, her eyes were eerily blue, and her long, curved nails were sharper than sharp knives.
Shu Ange used the peach wood sword to block the sharp fingernails of the cheongsam woman. She stared, her beautiful and delicate face suddenly became bloody, and her skin fell to the ground like rags.
"Bitch, you made me so miserable, why did you seduce my husband!"
Her voice was ugly, like fingernails scratching glass.
The words were endless, and Shu Ange slapped her face with another five thunder talismans.
The monster, who was still aggressive before, screamed and stepped back, crying while holding a faceless face.
Shu Ange didn't hesitate, grabbed a handful of glutinous rice mixed with cinnabar, and threw it at the female monster. The sound of babbled and babbled, and the cheongsam woman became riddled with holes, paralyzed on the ground like mud, and turned into a pool of black. water.
The monster disappeared, the attic was still there, and the singing on the record player was the same one that Shu Ange heard when he first entered the door.
This illusion was more powerful than she had imagined. Shu Ange closed her eyes and felt the changes around her.
When she opened her eyes again, in front of the red dresser, a woman in a cheongsam was slowly combing her hair. Her appearance and movements, as well as the jasmine flowers on her temples, were the same as before.
The monster that had been destroyed appeared again. If Shu Ange's psychological quality was not strong enough, it would have collapsed at this moment.
Just like before, the cheongsam woman suddenly stopped combing her hair and looked back at Shu Ange, her eyes glowing with a strange blue light, like glass marbles.
"Why did you rob my husband, why..."
She looked at Shu Ange with resentment in her eyes, her red lips and the white wall-like complexion were in sharp contrast.
When encountering a tough problem, Shu Ange rang the alarm bell in his heart, thinking about how to defeat the monster in front of him and successfully break the illusion.
"I don't know your husband."
In order to find each other's shortcomings, Shu Ange chatted with the cheongsam woman.
Together, she picked up a mirror frame from the table, and said with a frenzied expression: "My husband is a great hero, he is mine, and he will always be mine!"
The cheongsam woman suddenly went mad, and the glass on the frame shattered into countless pieces, lashing towards Shu Ange's eyes and face.
When it was too late, Shu Ange leaned back, perfectly avoiding the sharp fragments, and then stabbed the peach wood sword in his hand into the body of the cheongsam woman.
Shu Ange poured his spiritual power into the peach wood sword, and stuck the Five Thunder Talisman on the monster wearing the cheongsam, which turned into a pool of black water just like before.
After dealing with the monster again, Shu Ange took out a few talismans and stuck them on the mirror of the dressing table. A louder cry than before rang out, and red blood rushed out from the dressing table.
After the eerie and gloomy mirror vibrated violently like water ripples for a moment, the entire attic collapsed and disappeared, and Shu Ange returned to the dark storage room again.
"Help, Master Feng, help!"
Cui Yingjun's trembling voice sounded, and he held an amulet that Shu Ange made for him in his left and right hands, leaning against the corner of the wall.
A beautiful female ghost in a cheongsam, standing beside Cui Yingjun, called out affectionately, "Husband, are you finally coming to marry Guanwan?"
What is the experience of being forced to marry by a female ghost? Cui Yingjun is horrified, his eyes are closed, for fear of seeing some terrifying scene.
"He's not your husband."
Hearing Shu Ange's voice, Cui Yingjun immediately became excited. When the voice of the female ghost was in his ear, he could only shout loudly: "Master Feng, I am entangled by the ghost."
"He's my husband! You bitch, why did you rob my husband!"
The female ghost said the same lines several times, but Shu Ange turned a deaf ear and raised her hand to five peach wood nails.
The peach wood nails pierced the female ghost's body with golden light, and she fell to the ground with a ghastly face, screaming in pain, but her soul did not dissipate for a long time.
Cui Yingjun held her breath, her back was wet, and Shu Ange finally found the vanity mirror she had seen in the environment in the corner of the collection room.
The dark red dresser was full of history. Shu Ange took out two divine light talismans and stuck them on the mirror. The female ghost who had been screaming before finally turned into a pool of black water again.
Shu Ange breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards Cui Yingjun, who was clinging to the wall.
"Mr. Cui, it's over, don't be afraid."
After Cui Yingjun heard Shu Ange's voice, he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw her face close at hand, he grabbed Shu Ange's wrist, his eyes were blank with a bit of fear.
"That woman is forcing me to worship, Master Feng, she's too scary."
The two seem to have reversed the roles of men and women. Shu Ange is mature and steady and plays ten, and Cui Yingjun is delicate and gentle, crying and describing to her the terrifying situation she had experienced before.
"It's all over, don't be afraid, it's an antique dresser."
Cui Yingjun was horrified and sad. After listening to Shu Ange talking about the dressing table, he murmured, "There is no dressing table in the collection room."
In a word, Shu Ange got goosebumps, and she subconsciously looked towards the corner where the dresser was placed.
At a glance, Shu Ange was stunned to find that the dressing table that was still there before had completely disappeared in a few words.
(I'm so sleepy, everyone go to bed early, I'll update tomorrow)