Watching Editor Li and Editor Zhou leave, I stretched out comfortably. I had absorbed some yang energy from them just now, which was enough for me to leave the mirror for a short time.
Now, the most important thing is to wait for the two to bring my body here.
Then smashed the mirror, found Ding Xiaojie, and crushed him to ashes.
However, what I didn't expect was that Ding Xiaojie came here early the next morning.
Ding Xiaojie sat in front of the mirror, still looking sloppy, as if he hadn't woken up.
He took out a pen and paper, put it on the dressing table, and moved his fingers.
"I need inspiration very much now. My novel has reached a bottleneck. Tell me your story. If I am satisfied, I will help you find a body and let you come out."
Ding Xiaojie's words made me stunned. Could it be that Ding Xiaojie did all of this, but he is just an ordinary person.
Seeing that I didn't answer, Ding Xiaojie said again: "I know you can hear me, oh, that's right."
As he said that, Ding Xiaojie stretched out his hand and turned to the back of the mirror. He didn't know what he was doing, and after a while, he returned to the mirror and looked at me with a smile.
I suddenly discovered that the mirror in front of me had changed and seemed to become transparent. Not only could I see the situation outside, but I could also see me standing outside.
"Where's my body?" I tried to say something.
Sure enough, standing outside can also hear my voice.
Ding Xiaojie shrugged pretending to be sorry: "I'm sorry, your body is already dead, it was cremated a few days ago, you know, now you are a ghost, I can help you find a new body, it is already doing my best .”
I sneered in my heart, naturally I wouldn't believe Ding Xiaojie's nonsense, but on the surface, I didn't make any changes. I haven't figured out how Ding Xiaojie did all this.
Ding Xiaojie looked at me and waved his hands generously: "Don't worry, you are not a rich man by what you are wearing. If you help me, I can help you find a rich body. How about it? become rich."
"What do you want me to do?"
When Ding Xiaojie heard what I said, a triumphant smile hung on his face: "It's very simple. I'm exhausted in writing and I need a subject. You also know that I write supernatural things. Naturally, the scarier the better."
I frowned and pretended to be embarrassed: "But I became a ghost."
Ding Xiaojie stretched out his index finger and waved it: "Didn't someone die in front of the mirror?"
I nodded in feigned panic, and then explained Zhang Lei's matter with embellishment.
Because I don't know how long Ding Xiaojie has been in the world of ghosts, I dare not make up random things, but I broke those real fragments into pieces one by one, and embedded them in Zhang Lei's story.
Obviously, this way made Ding Xiaojie very excited, and I could even see his body trembling slightly because of his excitement.
His pen kept recording. From morning to afternoon, and then to night, Ding Xiaojie did not eat or rest, and kept making records.
His sweat was dripping drop by drop, and his whole body showed a chilling sickness.
Ding Xiaojie's writing speed is very fast, but it is still not as fast as my speaking speed. I stopped and waited countless times.
And in my induction, my body is slowly approaching, and I have even been able to give orders to the mummy in the underworld cone.
No matter how long the story is, there will always be an end, when Ding Xiaojie finishes writing the last word.
The whole person collapsed weakly on the chair, but his face was flushed with excitement.
I looked at Ding Xiaojie in front of me, and didn't speak, but felt it silently. As the distance got closer, my feeling became clearer and clearer.
My body is only three kilometers away from me at most, but for some reason, the speed of movement becomes very slow.
After resting for a while, the flush on Ding Xiaojie's face gradually receded, and his original paleness returned.
Ding Xiaojie seemed impatient, quickly packed up his notes, and was about to leave.
I hastily said, "Wait a minute, what about your promise to my body?"
Ding Xiaojie turned his head and looked at me in astonishment. After a while, he slapped his forehead as if he just remembered.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll keep that in mind."
I looked at Ding Xiaojie with an expression of disbelief, but I kept urging in my heart, hoping that Editor Li and the others would speed up.
Ding Xiaojie smiled and said: "Don't worry, we have to trust each other, so let's do it, I'll come back tomorrow, if the story tomorrow is still as exciting as today, I will bring you my body tonight, don't worry, you will definitely be rich. "
I pretended to be anxious and said: "But I have already told you my story, what else should I say?"
There was a sneer on the corner of Ding Xiaojie's mouth: "Oh, it's all over, alas, then you have to think about it, and you have to talk about it tomorrow."
After finishing speaking, Ding Xiaojie walked out slowly.
I was indifferent to Ding Xiaojie's back, cursing secretly in my heart, what a garbage with a human face and a beast heart.
I don't know how many people have fallen into Ding Xiaojie's trap.
But then, I frowned, because I felt that my body had stopped moving.
What happened, I became a little worried and focused on sensing the condition of my body.
After the body was still for a long time, it actually started to move in the opposite direction. I was shocked, and I couldn't care about anything else, so I quickly gave orders to the mummy in the underworld.
It's very late now, and I also know from Editor Li that Liu Xuan's here is a villa area, and he doesn't need many people at night, so he doesn't have to worry about being discovered.
Amidst my worries, the order was issued smoothly, and soon, I felt my body moving towards me quickly again.
Very good, now I just need to wait for my body to arrive, and then, hehe, doesn’t Ding Xiaojie like ghost stories, just listening to people’s stories is so satisfying, if he can experience it himself, he will definitely be even happier.
It didn't take long before the door was opened, and then I saw Editor Li and Editor Zhou being carried by two mummified corpses and thrown onto the bed. I was terrified.
And my body was also struggling, and was dragged in by several mummified corpses, and kept yelling: "Am I going to hell? It's not that I want to occupy this body."
However, when my body saw the dressing table, it was as if someone had strangled my neck, the sound stopped abruptly, and my whole body kept swaying.
Looking in the mirror in horror: "No, no, I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back."
From the perspective of a bystander, watching my body make such a cowardly move, I couldn't help feeling a strange feeling in my heart.
It turns out that when I was scared, I was so ugly, so Lulu has seen too many ugly faces of me.
Sure enough, Lulu really loves me.