The reason why the Bai Mansion is famous in this area is probably due to the white house.
The reason why it is called the white room, the first one, is naturally because of the color white. At the beginning of the building, the walls were covered with pink and white ash, and the owner planned to make some colorful decorations. Elsewhere it has been very smooth, until it was the turn of the Xiyuan room, strange things began to happen frequently, so it had to be put on hold. To this day, the white house is still incompatible with the carved beams and paintings elsewhere in the white mansion, and it is so white that it is terrifying.
"A house has three locks and three bolts. No matter how hot it is in summer, it's cold around it, like being in an ice cellar. According to the owner of the Bai family, his father once played with balls when he was a child, and the balls rolled. When he arrived at the door of the room, he was itchy when he went to pick it up, and couldn't help but glance at the crack of the door."
Jin Ling said this with a stern face, and saw Wei Wuxian, who was beside him, put his hand into the coffin, as if he rolled the corpse's eyelids, and suddenly choked.
Hearing that he was stuck, Wei Wuxian turned to look at him, "Glancing at the crack in the door?"
A group of Lan family juniors behind him also moved their eyes. Jin Ling paused for a while and said, "... After glancing at the crack of the door, he stood there in a daze, unable to walk for most of the day. After being dragged away by his family, he fainted, burned a lot, and was in a daze. I don't remember anything, and I never dared to approach it again.
"After midnight, no one is allowed to leave the house, especially not near the white house. This is the dead rule of their family. But after a certain hour in the middle of the night, there is obviously no one inside, but you can hear the old wooden board being trampled. Ring. And this."
Jin Ling clenched two fists, and made a murderous gesture:
"It's like the sound of hemp rope slowly twisting, trying to strangle something."
A few days ago, when the servants of the White House were cleaning in the early morning, they passed by the White House and found that a small hole the size of a finger had been poked into the tissue paper window of the wooden door of the White House. And on the ground at the door, there was a man lying on his back.
It was an unfamiliar man in the White House that no one had ever seen before. He was in his forties, his face was ashen, his veins were bulging, his five fingers were pinching his heart deeply, and he was already out of breath.
The servant was terrified, and so was the master. After some tossing, the government soldiers came to a conclusion: This is an unfortunate Night Snitch, who broke into the restricted area of Baifu without dying, and saw something that triggered a heart attack and was scared to death on the spot. As for what "what" is, they removed all the seals and locks of the white house, and after searching, they were at a loss.
But now that people have been killed, the master of the Bai family knows that he can't make do with it any longer, and pretends that there is nothing in the white room.
If this harm is not eliminated, there will be endless troubles. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he dared to go to Jinlingtai to ask the Lanling Jin Sect to hunt at night.
Is for the former.
Lan Jingyi held the coffin lid and collapsed: "Senior Wei, are you okay... This person has been dead for a few days... The smell of a walking corpse doesn't feel like this..."
Lan SiZhui helped him to support him. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "The coffin is simple and crude, and there is no one to take care of this righteous house. It's inevitable that it will be left for a few days. If you insist, we have to write notes."
Jin Ling snorted and said, "A thief who stole things, it would be good to put a coffin for him to collect his body, but he might even be a Buddha."
Wei Wuxian poked the corpse for a long time, finally raised his face from the coffin, took off his gloves and threw it away, "Have you read it all?"
"finish watching!"
Wei Wuxian asked, "Okay, after reading it, tell me what to do next."
Lan Jingyi said, "Spirit!"
Jin Ling sneered, "I still need you to say, I have already tried it."
Wei Wuxian asked, "How?"
Jin Ling said: "This person is not strong in obsession, his soul is too weak, and he was scared to death. The first seven has passed, he is completely scattered, and he cannot be called back."
Lan JingYi: "There's no difference between what you've tried and what you haven't tried..."
Lan SiZhui hurriedly said, "Then go to the white house and have a look. Let's go. Young Master Jin, you can lead the way." Meaningful conversations are stifled at the beginning. A group of young people stepped over the threshold, several of them jumped over, and they all walked briskly. Although Jin Ling led the way, he actually fell behind them.
Lan Sizhui asked Jin Ling, "Did anyone in the Bai Mansion die in the past, or was there an old secret case?"
Jin Ling said: "His master insisted that there is absolutely no way. The few old people who died are all dead, and there is no discord among the people in the house."
Lan Jingyi said, "Sorry, I have a bad premonition. Generally speaking, if you say this, then there must be some disagreement, but you just don't want to say it."
Jin Ling said: "Anyway, I have confirmed it again and again, but I can't find anything, and there is nothing unusual about it. You can try again."
Because he had done all the homework that he could do in advance, he also looked at the white house several times, so he didn't enter the white house this time, and just found a tea stall outside and sat down. But after a while, a dark shadow floated over.
Wei Wuxian sat across from him and said, "Jin Ling."
There were two exquisite figures sitting on the small tea stand at once, which was really eye-catching, causing the tea girls at the tea stand to look back frequently during their busy schedules.
After the Guanyin Temple parted, this was the first time Wei Wuxian had met Jin Ling, and it was only at this time that he spoke alone. Jin Ling paused, with an unpredictable expression, and said, "What's the matter."
Wei WuXian asked, "How are you doing at the Golden Scale Terrace now?"
Jin Ling said, "That's it."
Speaking of which, this time when the master of the Bai family went to Jinlintai to be hunted away, there were twists and turns.
If it had been a few years earlier, when the LanlingJin Sect was at its peak, even if he doubled the remuneration tenfold, he might not have been able to get the LanlingJin Sect's direct descendants to come. In fact, let alone hunting, ordinary merchants like the Bai family, who have money, no power and shame, don't even think about visiting. But now the situation in Xuanmen is not what it used to be. Although ordinary people do not know the details of the drastic changes, they have also heard about it vaguely. Because of this, the master of the Bai family tried it with the heart of "just in case".
He nervously went to the gate and handed over a famous post, explaining his purpose. The guard accepted his management, reluctantly went to report, but when he came back, he turned his face and said that the owner refused and started to chase people away. Anyway, he didn't think he would be invited, but he was annoyed that the guard was so rude after receiving some money, so he asked for the red envelope and went back and forth to argue for a few words. The young man came out of the Zhumen with a bow, and when he saw this, he immediately frowned and asked.
Now the guard was hesitating. The master of the Bai family saw that although this young man was still a half-year-old child, but his identity was probably not low, he was busy explaining the reason. Unexpectedly, when the young man heard this, he was furious and knocked the guard down from the golden scale platform with one palm, scolding: "Patriarch said to drive people away
He immediately turned to him and said, "Your home is the Bai family in the west of the city twenty miles away? I remember, you go back first, and someone will find you in a few days!"
The master of the Bai family returned home in a confused way. A few days later, a group of children from aristocratic families really came to the door, but he did not know that it was the owner of the Lanling Jin family.
Of course, he wouldn't even know that the Lanling Jin Sect was really in a mess right now.
The guard did not inform the real Patriarch Jin Ling at all, but went to inform another elder of the Lanling Jin Sect. When the elder heard it, now even such businessmen dared to step on the golden ladder of the Lanling Jin Sect. He was furious on the spot and asked him to shoot people away. Who knew that Jin Ling, who was going to the hunting grounds, hit him right on the spot.
Jin Ling knew that the elders of these families had pretensions, and they boasted of a century-old family. No matter what, their worth should never be lowered, and they would not be seen by the dignitaries. He has always hated this kind of behavior. Second, he was angry that the guard would bypass him and tell others to treat him as nothing. Third, he thought about which disciple or guest Qing dared to take bribes privately when Jin Guangyao was alive. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became. . It just so happened that Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and the others had been invited to hunt together at night this month, so they went to Bai's house for a visit.
Asking himself, he can't say that he didn't expect Wei Wuxian to come along.
There were twists and turns. Although Jin Ling didn't want to talk to others, I don't know how many eyes were staring at Jin Lintai, and how many mouths were idle, and it was already passed on to Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian knew that he would not show weakness, and said, "Ask your uncle if you have anything."
Jin Ling said coldly, "He's not named Jin either."
Hearing this sentence, Wei Wuxian was stunned for a moment, but then he understood, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he raised his hand and slapped him on the back of his head, "Speak well!"
With an "Ow", Jin Ling's face that had been forcibly tensed up finally cracked.
Although this slap didn't hurt at all, Jin Ling seemed to be greatly humiliated, especially when he heard the tea girl's giggling laughter, the humiliation was even worse. He covered his head and roared, "What are you doing to hit me!"
Wei WuXian said, "I hit you to tell you to think about your uncle. He is a no-nonsense person who goes to other people's houses for you to show his prestige, and gets stabbed a few times. You say him now. He is not surnamed Jin, so when he heard it, his heart was not cold."
Jin Ling was stunned, and said angrily, "I didn't mean that! I..."
Wei Wuxian asked back, "Then what do you mean?"
Jin Ling said: "I! I..."
The first "I" is full of anger, and the second "I" is guilty and leaky. Wei WuXian said, "I, I, I, let me tell you, this is what you mean: Although Jiang Cheng is your uncle, he is still an outsider to the Lanling Jin Sect. But if you manage too wide and stretch your hands too long on someone else's territory, it will inevitably become an excuse for being criticized in the future and cause him trouble, right?"
Jin Ling was furious: "Nonsense! You don't know! Then you still hit me!"
Wei WuXian slapped again with his backhand, "You're the one who hit me! If you have something to say, you can't say it well? How can it sound so bad when it comes out of your mouth!"
Jin Ling hugged his head and shouted, "You just hit me like this when Lan Wangji is not around!"
Wei WuXian said, "If he says something to me, he will help me beat you together. Believe it or not."
Jin Ling couldn't believe it: "I am the head of the family!!!"
Wei WuXian smiled contemptuously, "I've beaten the head of the family, there are no one hundred and eighty."
Jin Ling jumped up to rush out of the tea stall and said, "You beat me again and I'll leave!"
"Come back!" Wei Wuxian grabbed his collar by the back, lifted him back like a chicken, slapped his palm on the stool, and said, "Stop hitting you, just sit down."
Jin Ling was vigilant, seeing that he really had no intention of fighting again, so he reluctantly sat still. The woman at the tea stall saw the commotion here finally ended, pursed her lips and smiled and came over to add water. Wei Wuxian took a sip from the tea bowl, and suddenly said, "A Ling."
Jin Ling crossed him: "Why?"
Wei Wuxian smiled and said, "I saw you this time, and you have grown a lot."
Jin Ling was startled.
Wei WuXian stroked his chin and said, "You look, um, a lot more reliable now. I'm very happy, but there are some...how to say, you were actually so stupid and cute before."
Jin Ling couldn't sit still anymore.
Wei Wuxian suddenly reached out his hand and hugged his shoulder hard, rubbing his hair frantically, and said, "However, anyway, I'm very happy to see you stinky brat, haha!"
Jin Ling jumped up from the bench and rushed out regardless of how messed up his hair was. Wei WuXian slapped him back with another slap, "Where are you going?"
Jin Ling's neck was red, and he said in a rough voice, "I'm going to see the white house!"
Wei WuXian said, "Didn't you already see it?"
Jin Ling said: "I! Again! Go! Check! Explore! One! Next!"
Wei WuXian said, "Since you've seen it a few times before, you probably won't see any new progress if you watch it a few more times. Why don't you check it out for me."
Jin Ling was afraid that he would say something that would make him feel nauseous. He would rather be slapped by the boss than be used to being rubbed on his head and shoulders. Thinking about this person, he can even shout in public when he wants to go to bed with Hanguang-Jun. When he came out, he couldn't predict what would spit out of his mouth. He hurriedly said, "Okay! What do you want to check?"
Wei WuXian said, "Check to see if there is such a weird person in this area. His face was slashed dozens of times, and his eyelids and upper and lower lips were cut off."
Hearing him, Jin Ling didn't seem to be talking nonsense, and said, "It's possible, but why do you want to investigate this..."
Suddenly, the tea girl who was adding water said, "You are talking about hook hands."
Wei Wuxian turned his head and said, "Hook hands?"
"Yeah." The tea girl had been listening to the picture here for fun, and as soon as she had a chance, she immediately interjected and said, "He has no mouth and no eyelids, isn't that what he said. Listen to your accent, son. It's not like the locals, I'm still surprised that I know this person."
Jin Ling said, "I'm also a local, and I've never heard of this person."
The tea girl said: "You are young, so it's not surprising that you haven't heard of it. But this person used to be very famous."
Wei WuXian said, "Famous? What kind of famous method?"
The tea girl said: "It's not a very good name method. I heard it from my aunt's mother when I was a child. You can think about how early this person is. This hooker, I don't know what the name is, it's a small blacksmith. Although he is poor, he has good craftsmanship and a decent-looking person. He is honest and diligent. He has a wife who is so beautiful and beautiful. He treats his wife very well. But his wife is not so kind to him. Well, I found another wild man outside, and I don't want my husband anymore, so... kill him!"
Obviously, this tea girl was poisoned by this legend when she was a child. Therefore, when she poisoned others, she was also very expressive. Her tone and expression were very accurate. Jin Ling was shocked when she heard it, and said in her heart, "Sure enough, the most poisonous woman's heart!" But Wei Wuxian has been dealing with corpses and evil spirits all the year round. There are no one thousand or eight hundred similar stories to hear, and the stalks are all rotten. The tea girl continued: "This woman was afraid that people would recognize it as her husband's body, so she cut his eyelids and slashed dozens of knives on his face. She was also afraid that after his death, the underworld would sue in front of the judge. When he got to the iron table, there was a newly struck iron hook, and he used it to hook off his tongue..."
Suddenly, one person said, "How could his wife do this? He actually used such a maddening method to mutilate his own husband!"
Jin Ling was fascinated by the sound, and his scalp exploded in shock at the sound. When he looked back, he found that Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and the others had come out of the White House and squeezed together behind him, all listening intently. That sentence just now was exactly what Lan Jingyi asked in silence. The tea girl said: "Hey, the story of men and women is not just that. It's not clear to others whether to dislike the poor and love the rich or to love the new and the old. The poisonous woman secretly threw him to the grave in the west of the city. Crows love to eat dead people and rotten meat. Seeing his face, they dare not take a bite of meat to eat..."
People like Lan Jingyi can easily get emotional when listening to any story, and he is an excellent listener. He said, "...too much...too much! Could it be that the person who killed him has no retribution?"
The tea girl said: "Yes! Why not. Although this little blacksmith was so persecuted, he still survived the hardship. One night, he climbed out of the grave and returned home, and took his wife, who was sleeping like nothing, by the throat. 'Gala', so," she gestured, "the hook is rotten."
All the juniors looked complicated and horrified, and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief. The tea girl said, "After he killed his wife, he scratched her face and hooked her tongue off. However, his resentment did not disappear. From then on, he would kill beautiful women when he saw them!"
Lan Jingyi was stunned for a moment and was shocked, and said, "This shouldn't be the case. It's okay to take revenge, but other beautiful women have provoked him to provoke him?"
The tea girl said: "Yes, but he doesn't care so much, his face turns into that ghostly look, and when he sees a beautiful woman, he thinks of his wife, and he hates it in his heart, what do you ask him to do? In short, later For a long time, the young girl did not dare to go alone when the sky was a little darker. Even if she did not go out, she did not dare to fall asleep without her father, brother and husband staying at home. Because every now and then there would be someone with a hooked tongue. The woman's body was dumped on the side of the road..."
Jin Ling said, "Can no one catch him?"
The tea girl said: "I can't catch it, this blacksmith disappeared after killing his wife, the original house is no longer alive, and it is like being possessed by a ghost. Well, anyway, I heard that it took several years to be subdued. This matter has completely subsided, and everyone dares to sleep peacefully! Amitabha, thank God."
Leaving the tea stall and returning to Yizhuang, Lan Sizhui said, "Senior Wei, you suddenly remembered that the hooker you were checking was related to the evil spirits of the Bai Mansion?"
Wei WuXian said, "That's natural."
Jin Ling guessed it to some extent, but he should ask, "Where is it?"
Wei WuXian opened the coffin lid again and said, "In this Snitch's body."
The crowd covered their noses for a while. Jin Ling said, "I've seen the Snitch's body several times."
Wei Wuxian grabbed him and said, "It's obvious that you haven't looked carefully."
He patted Jin Ling on the shoulder, and suddenly pressed down, Jin Ling bowed his head and made a face-to-face with the corpse of the Snitch with a blue complexion and round eyes in the coffin. A stench hit his face, Wei WuXian said, "Look at his eyes."
Jin Ling narrowed his eyes and stared at the dull eyes of the corpse. Just glanced at it, from heels to hair, it was half cold. Lan SiZhui knew something was different, and immediately leaned over to look at it.
I saw that in the black pupils of the corpse, what was reflected was not his own figure.
It was an unfamiliar face, almost filling the pupils, with uneven skin, knife marks all over it, and no eyelids or lips.
Lan Jingyi jumped a couple of times in the back, looking like she wanted to see but didn't dare to come up to see it, and said, "SiZhui, you... what did you see?"
Lan SiZhui waved his hand back and said, "Don't come here."
Lan Jingyi hurriedly said, "Oh!" She took a few big steps back.
Lan SiZhui raised his face and said, "Speaking of which, I have indeed heard of some such folklore. Sometimes the eyeballs 'record' what a person sees before death. I didn't expect it to be true."
Wei WuXian said, "It's only occasionally like this. Because this Snitch was scared to death, no matter what he sees, I'm afraid the impression is extremely deep and indelible, so it's only useful. In another situation, it may not be recorded. Come down, in a few days the body is completely broken, I am afraid that I will not be able to see it."
Jin Ling still questioned: "Since it is so unstable and it is a folklore, is it really credible?"
Wei WuXian said, "Whether it's credible or not, check it out first and then try it out. It's better than being stuck."
In any case, there is progress. Lan Sizhui decided to look for the graves in the west of the city. Wei Wuxian said he wanted to accompany him, while the rest went to check the hookers. After all, hearsay is not accurate, the more things you can find, the better.
Jin Ling first disliked Lan Jingyi, and secondly, he felt that Wei Wuxian must go to a better place to experience, but thinking about the unfamiliar people around Lanling, it might be a hindrance without him to take the lead. Good night to meet at White House. After some investigations, the information obtained was similar to what the tea girl said in the daytime, and it was basically the same as the version in circulation, so Jin Ling and others returned to the White House first.
When it was twilight, Jin Ling walked back and forth in the lobby of the White House, and fought with Lan Jingyi for a few rounds. Wei Wuxian and Lan SiZhui were still not seen back, and they were about to go to the west of the city to find each other when suddenly the gate opened. "Bang" was knocked away.
Lan SiZhui was the first to break into the door. He seemed to be holding something hot in his hand, and as soon as he entered the door, he let go and fell to the ground.
This thing was the size of a palm, and it was wrapped in layers of yellow paper, revealing a moist scarlet, and the surface of the talisman paper was stained with blood. Wei Wuxian followed behind him, Shi Shiran stepped into the threshold, and when he saw the crowd surrounding him, he hurriedly shouted, "Spread and spread! Beware of danger!"
Then the people dispersed with a "wow". That thing seemed to be corrosive, slowly eroding away the talisman wrapped on the surface, revealing the things inside.
A rusted hook!
Not only was it rusty, but it was also brightly colored, as if it had just been pulled out of human flesh. Jin Ling said, "The iron hook of the hook hand?"
Lan SiZhui's school uniform has burn marks and bloodstains, panting slightly, his face slightly red, and said, "Yes! There is something attached to it, don't touch it with your hands!"
At this moment, the iron hook trembled violently. Lan SiZhui said, "Close the door! Don't let it run away! I don't know if I can catch it if I run again!"
Lan JingYi rushed up first, slammed the door with a bang, pressed his back against the door tightly, and shouted loudly, "Fuzhuan! Everyone, hit it with a talisman!"
Immediately, hundreds of talismans were slammed into the air. If everyone in the White House had not been informed by Jin Ling and hid in the East Garden, this fire and lightning flashed into the sky, it was truly terrifying. In a short time, the talisman was exhausted, and before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the iron hook was bleeding again.
Can't stop for a moment!
Lan SiZhui couldn't find the talisman on his body, and suddenly he heard Lan JingYi shout, "Kitchen! Enter the kitchen! Salt, salt, salt! Salt!"
After his reminder, several teenagers rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the salt shaker, and threw a handful of white salt grains on the iron hook. This was incredible, as if frying in a frying pan, foam and steam spit out from the rusted iron hook.
A smell like scorched flesh filled the lobby, and the blood on the iron hook seemed to be gradually being sucked dry by the white salt grains. A teenager said: "The salt is also finished! What should I do next?"
Seeing that the iron hook is about to bleed again, this is not the way to go, Lan Jingyi said, "It's a big deal to melt it!"
Jin Ling said, "It can't be melted!"
Lan Sizhui said, "Okay, melt it!"
Immediately, he took off his school uniform and robe, threw it on the iron hook, rolled it, ran to the kitchen, and threw it into the stove. Seeing this, Jin Ling's eyes lit up and said, "Lan SiZhui! Even if Lan JingYi is stupid, you are still stupid! Do you want to melt it with such a fire?!"
Lan Jingyi was furious: "Who do you call stupid?? Why call me stupid?!"
Lan SiZhui said, "If the fire isn't enough, then give it a shot!"
After speaking and pinching a trick, the flames burst into a scorching wave!
Others immediately woke up, and they all followed suit. Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi didn't care about arguing, they just kept their minds. The fire at the bottom of the boiler burst into flames, burning red and red, causing their faces to turn red.
Waiting for a long time as if facing the enemy, the iron hook finally disappeared in the scorching fire. Seeing that there was no sudden change, Lan Jingyi said nervously, "Has it been resolved? Has it been resolved?"
Lan SiZhui let out a breath. After a long while, he stepped forward to check and turned around and said, "The iron hook is gone."
If the attachments are gone, then the resentment should be gone too.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially Lan Jingyi, who was the happiest, and said, "I said I can melt it, obviously I can, hahaha..."
He was happy, but Jin Ling was depressed. This time, the night hunting himself didn't play a big role, and naturally there was no way to talk about the experience. He was secretly annoyed. During the day, he should insist on finding the iron hook with Wei Wuxian and the others. Next time, he will never do the work of running behind. .
Who knows, Wei WuXian said, "You guys are too sloppy at the end. If you haven't solved it yet, how can you reach a conclusion at this stage? Don't you have to verify it again?"
Hearing this, Jin Ling was refreshed and said, "How to verify it?"
Wei WuXian said, "Come in and stay for one night."
"… "
Wei WuXian said, "If you stay there for one night, and you're really safe and sound, then you can pat your chest and say it's completely resolved, right?"
Lan Jingyi said, "Who do you want for this kind of thing..."
Jin Ling immediately rushed, "I'm coming!"
Wei Wuxian knew what he was thinking without even looking at it, patted his head and smiled, "If you have the chance, do it well."
Jin Ling said dissatisfiedly, "Don't touch my head. Have you ever heard of a man's head touching it?"
Wei Wuxian: "It must be your uncle who said it anyway, it doesn't matter if you listen or not."
"Hey!" Jin Ling was shocked: "Who asked me to ask him more questions before!"
The Bai Mansion arranged room and board for everyone, so a group of people stayed in the East Garden at night, and Jin Ling went to the West Garden alone.
The Gusu Lan Sect still strictly followed the routine of work and rest, and got up early the next morning. Before going out, Lan SiZhui was told by Lan WangJi that he must drag Wei Wuxian up for breakfast, so it took half an hour and he tried his best to finally drag Wei Wuxian downstairs. When they got to the lobby, Lan Jingyi was helping the servants of Baifu divide the porridge, and Lan Sizhui was about to go up to help together when Jin Ling walked in with two dark circles under his eyes.
The crowd looked at him silently. Jin Ling sat on Wei Wuxian's left, Wei Wuxian said, "Morning."
Jin Ling forced a calm face, nodded: "Morning."
Everyone also nodded: "Morning."
After a while, seeing that he didn't mean to speak, Wei Wuxian pointed to his eyes, "You..."
After confirming that he looked calm, Jin Ling spoke.
He said: "Sure enough, it was not cleaned up."
People are nervous.
Last night, after Jin Ling entered the white room, he looked around.
The furnishings in this room are extremely simple, with almost no furniture except a bed. The bed was against the wall, covered with dust.
Jin Ling couldn't take it anymore after touching it. No domestic servant dared to approach this place, and he absolutely couldn't lie down in such a place.
Face the wall with your back facing out.
There is also a mirror hidden in the palm of the hand.
Turn the mirror to get a general view of what's going on in the house behind you.
Jin Ling waited for most of the night, but what the mirror showed was black. So, he turned the mirror around, and when he was about to experience some fun, a dazzling white flashed across the mirror.
He felt a sudden chill in his heart, calmed down, and slowly turned the mirror back.
In the mirror, something finally came out.
Hearing this, Lan JingYi said in a trembling voice, "What does the mirror show, Hook Hand...?"
Jin Ling said, "No. It's a chair."
Lan Jingyi was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then he thought about it, but his cold hair stood on end in an instant.
Where to breathe a sigh of relief. Jin Ling clearly said just now that the room was "extremely simple, with almost no furniture, just a bed". In this case…
Where did this chair come from