It's hell, my lord

Chapter 18 Mirror Maze

The two passed by the carousel, and the scene in front of them suddenly changed. In the middle of the road was the loli wearing a little red dress and dragging a puppet, accompanied by the music box. The little girl sang hoarse and ethereal nursery rhymes, but He Xian kept listening Unclear her slurred words.Later, the child's voice turned into a soft humming, as if calling to ignite the voice in the depths of the darkness.

For a moment, laughter and humming came and went, one ebbed and the other ebbed and flowed.Zhu Xingchen snorted coldly, and a piece of paper talisman was burned away, lighting up both sides of the road in vain, and the sound became a violent scream, and after a few seconds, there was no sound left.

"Does the master behind this only scare people with his voice? He thought he was making a horror movie." Zhu Xingchen complained, but couldn't find the mastermind, so he had to settle for the next best thing to "teasing" little Lolita: "Hey, Little sister, don't go so fast."

He Xian felt that having someone like Zhu Xingchen nearby, turning off the sound and amplifying the sad curse had the same effect as watching a ghost movie.

Zhu Xingchen chased after him and found that little Lolita was still keeping a distance of about two meters from him.It appears to be an illusion.Zhu Xingchen returned to He Xian's side.

"Actually, the most famous thing here is an underground labyrinth. Someone named that labyrinth—hell." Zhu Xingchen said without showing too much emotion.

He Xian glanced at him: "How should I say it?"

"It is said that someone once received an invitation here. No matter whether you want to come or not, you will end up in the file as missing. Some people say that you got lost in the maze, and some people say that you were swallowed by hell. But the person who heard the invitation The owner's line is printed on the back, and what is written in that line is hell." Zhu Xingchen continued: "There are different opinions, but those who really know the truth are dead."

He Xian knows that although Zhu Xingchen usually likes nonsense, he will not talk nonsense at critical moments: "Then we... are going to that 'hell' now?"

"Yeah." Zhu Xingchen looked at the black mist in front of him: "Here, we're here."

They were at the entrance of the labyrinth, and the ever-burning lamp beside the aisle was suddenly lit. The surroundings were made of mirrors, and the golden flames were slightly dazzling.At the moment when the candle was lit, He Xian found that the little girl leading the way had disappeared.

"She's gone."

Zhu Xingchen said slowly: "She is just a 'shadow', don't be afraid to tell me, there are countless ghosts sealed under our feet and even in the mirror in front of us, the ghosts here have been trapped for a while, and most of them have turned into evil spirits , once the seal is broken... we may die here."

As soon as the voice fell, He Xian's eyes suddenly went dark, and countless babies crawled out of the mirror, and it took less than half a minute to grow from a baby to a young man step by step.Moreover, the faces of those things are exactly the same as their own!

"Zhu Xingchen?!" He Xian fell into fear again, just like the panic that woke up after the darkness in front of Wan Yunhong's house for the first time, and the panic that had no support in front of him and behind him came out again to act as a demon.It's a pity that Zhu Xingchen suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes like that time.

He Xian instinctively wanted to run out, never thought that the entrance behind him would be the same passageway as in front of him, but those "monsters" hadn't appeared yet.He gritted his teeth and stepped into the unknown road behind him.

The more he ran in, the more obvious the noise became.Even though He Xian had run out of strength, and there was no "self" catching up behind him, he still didn't dare to stop.Seeing those himself, He Xian felt more frightening than seeing any terrifying monsters, as if it came from his most primitive and instinctive fear.

"Look, I can create countless you." The spine-tingling voice came from nowhere: "Look, as long as I want, anyone can replace you."

"Don't you... admit defeat?"

"Aren't you willing to accept me like this?...Father, hahahaha, how embarrassing my father."

"Fuck you, you're insane." He Xian imitated Zhu Xingchen's tone and scolded the swear words learned from Zhu Xingchen.

He Xian listened to the sound that seemed to be pieced together by a group of people, while continuing to run forward, but it turned out that this corridor did not end.He had already marked it by throwing a watch in the middle of the aisle.It's just that after running for so long, I still haven't found the watch.

It seems that it is not a ghost hitting the wall.So why does this happen to him every time he places an order?He Xian leaned against the mirror panting heavily, suddenly his feet were empty, and he was dragged in by the outstretched hand in the mirror.He Xian felt that he had fallen to the ground, and he groaned as his head hit the cold tiles.

This heavy blow made his eyes go black, and he felt that everything in front of him was shaking, just like in the cartoon, many small stars popped up on the top of his head in an exaggerated way, making the back of his head hurt.

He lay on the ground slowly, but did not stand up immediately. The surroundings were probably the hall of a certain castle, full of medieval classical style, and the resplendent design reminded He Xian of a fairy tale he heard when he was a child. Everything in front of him was full of I felt a familiar feeling, but when I thought about it carefully, my mind was blank again.

In a word, he felt that he had been here before, or dreamed about it.Confined to the depths of deep and vague memories, it is difficult to describe.

A scene suddenly flashed in He Xian's mind - a young man in a gray layman's uniform was playing the piano in this hall, his face seemed to be shrouded in fog, He Xian looked like a ghost, only I feel that the nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, and it just looks very comfortable.

The long-haired one played the piano with bony, pale fingers.The tune is very weird, He Xian obviously thinks that he has heard it somewhere, but he just can't remember what it is and where he heard it.

And such an immortal person sitting here playing a western-style piano doesn't feel any sense of disobedience.

He Xian woke up from his memory and found that the piano in the hall was ringing by itself, no one was operating it, but the black and white keys were indeed beating non-stop.His first thought was, damn it, is it a ghost?

He quickly took out a talisman from the cloth bag. According to Zhu Xingchen, he should have "occasional yin and yang eyes" - Zhu Xingchen named it casually.If the timing is wrong or some ghosts with higher cultivation level shielded his aura, he may not be able to see it as a mortal, and he has to activate this talisman to connect Yin and Yang. As long as the ghost's cultivation level is not higher than Zhu Xingchen, he can It will be revealed.

At the moment when the talisman was activated, there was no scary ghost appearing, but the sound of playing the piano also stopped abruptly.He Xian walked over full of vigilance. The cover of the piano was open, but the keys were not dusty, and they were spotlessly clean.

——The air in the underworld is stagnant, the river will no longer flow, and life will no longer have an end.

Oddly enough, He Xian remembered this sentence.It originated from the memory deep in the brain, and the tone of the tone was neither salty nor bland, it seemed... he said it himself.But when did he say such a sentence?

He put his focus elsewhere, and the vertical clock in the hall is supposed to be a decoration, because time doesn't move at all.The red moon slightly exposed by the curtain cloth is buried alone in the nebula, and the big tree outside the window has stood alone for many years.The decor in the lobby is old and flashy.

He Xian found the only thing that was different from the surrounding neatness, which was a thick parchment book, which was randomly covered on the coffee table.He picked up the book, and a line of bright red characters pierced his eyes: Just let me disappear!Melt into chaos!

He Xian looked through the previous content again, probably telling the story of the underworld, many of which were the content that Zhu Xingchen had already told him.The only difference is that this book contains an envelope that has been opened, and such a story is written in English.

Long, long ago, there was a mysterious shop full of all kinds of weird things. The owner of the shop was a weirdo who liked to study exquisite objects. He wore a mask and never took it off.

Although the owner of the store has a withdrawn personality, the things in the store are very popular with children, so the business has been good.But one day, a puppet suddenly appeared in his shop. It had lifelike facial features, big green eyes, and long brown curly hair. It was no different from a real person except that it could not speak or move.

A few little girls liked it and came to ask the price.The store owner said fiercely, not for sale.Then her eyes softened again, and she looked at the beautiful puppet: "She is my daughter, how can I sell it."

The older children knew that his daughter fell into the river and drowned years ago.So a naughty child teased, "That's not her, she's already dead."

"No, she's not dead, she's always by my side!" The store owner was a little at a loss, frowning into a plain word, and angrily asked the children to go out.

And the kid who made fun of the boss looked back for the last time. The shop boss was about to close the door when he clearly saw the doll tilt its head and smile strangely in their direction.