"Haha, Uncle San, who made me look handsomer than you?"

Zhang Meng laughed.

"Tsk, I really don't know how you fooled that little girl..." Zhao San said, and continued to read his newspaper.

Zhang Meng held the very burnt chicken legs in his hand. He found that the chicken legs had been cut a crack and were stuffed with chopped green onions and garlic, which made people feel very enjoyable.

Zhang Meng ate it hard. The skin was slightly crispy and the meat inside was very smooth and tender. After biting it, the juice from the chicken penetrated out, making Zhang Meng's mouth full of fragrance. Zhang Meng deliberately ate it and made a slap. Zhao San stared at him so angry that he stared at him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, boring, life is so lonely as snow"

Zhao San sighed.

Since Zhao San retreated from the Zhang family's punishment hall, he has been idle for the past six months and has almost hatched all the balls under his crotch. This time, he has not only walked the birds but also walked the birds, and almost suffocated Zhao San to death.

"Uncle San, please find a wife to live a life. If you like young people, it will be fine. I will ask my second and third uncles to help you find it."

Zhang Meng said vaguely, and he thought about it and added: "Uncle San, I think Aunt He is also good..."

"You little brat, you dare to talk nonsense and see if I don't slap you in the butt." Zhao San was furious.

Zhang Meng laughed and said, "Uncle San, why don't you do this? If you feel free, come and help me do something. I have not had time to rest recently."

"You just think beautifully. Your third uncle has no problem with his gun and knife. If you ask me to do those cumbersome business, it would be better to shoot me directly on the head."

Zhao San snorted coldly in anger.

"I'm full." Zhang Meng put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"Why are you eating so little? Eat an extra bowl." Zhao San said with a frown.

"I don't know, my appetite has not been very good recently. I feel like I'll be full if I eat just a little bit of my stomach."

Zhang Meng herself was also a little depressed. She had a strong appetite when she smelled the fragrance before, but she felt her stomach swelling just after eating a little bit and she could no longer eat.

Zhang Meng quickly poured a few dishes into the trash can, otherwise she would think that the dishes she cooked were not delicious.

"Ameng pays more attention to your health. So what if you make more money? If you rest at home for ten days, can our Zhang family collapse? Don't overwork." Zhao San said in a deep voice. You must know that it was not a problem for this kid to eat two or three bowls of rice in one meal. Why is it now that he can be full after eating such a little meal?

"Well, I'll take a rest in the next few days, I'm really exhausted." Zhang Meng said to Zhao San as she walked up the stairs.

"Ameng."

"Hmm? What's wrong with Uncle San?" Zhang Meng asked strangely.

"No... nothing, maybe it's an illusion?"

Zhao San shook his head and continued to look at the newspaper in his hand.

Zhang Meng cut it off, returned to the room and lay on the bed. Thinking about the three or four reports sent back today, he fell asleep unknowingly.

Zhang Meng frowned deeply, he was rolling around, in the dream, something seemed to be staring at him, and then chased him

Zhang Meng opened her eyes wide, but she couldn't see anything. He couldn't see what it was, but he could feel that the other party was right next to her.

Zhang Meng stood in a strange place, with the ground full of red soil, and the sky was like countless vortexes, which felt very evil.

A gentle voice suddenly came out beside him, and Zhang Meng turned around suddenly.

A man who seemed to be a puppet stood in front of him. The other party's face was pale and his expression was very strange. Zhang Meng stared at him, as if he could read a different smell every second.

The moment before, he seemed to have a mocking expression, but the next second, the mocking became an indescribable evil expression.

And Zhang Meng didn't know how this person came about. The strange feeling made his back cool halfway. Zhang Meng was slightly scared and he took a step back.

At the same time, the person opposite also took a step back.

Zhang Meng felt that all this became more and more strange. He shook his head, and the person opposite him also made the same move.

Mirror? Is this me?

Why don’t I feel familiar with myself at all?

Zhang Meng was a little disbelief. He walked slowly to the mirror step by step. The man also walked to the mirror. Zhang Meng touched his chin. His eyes were full of horror. How could he become this pair of hair and his skin was as chaotic as the old tree bark.

Zhang Meng grinned and made a smile. The person on the other side also made a smile, but Zhang Meng felt something was wrong with that smile, as if there was a hint of weirdness in that smile.

Zhang Meng couldn't say it for ridicule and sarcasm, but he felt that this smile was definitely different from his original smile.

Body is a way of expression of language. One expression or one action can roughly determine what the person wants. Among some animal groups, body movements have become the only language for communication between them.

So this feeling was very strange. Suddenly, Zhang Meng seemed to hear a "Du" sound, as if someone had hit the mirror vigorously.

The sudden sound scared Zhang Meng. He glanced around, but he didn't see anyone, and he was relieved.

Zhang Meng reexamined himself in the mirror. He grinned his teeth, but still wanted to continue testing. The person in front of him gave him a very strange feeling. He made many moves to the person opposite him. He wanted to confirm whether the person was himself, but the reaction from the mirror had already explained everything. This strange man, like a puppet, was him.

Zhang Meng looked at the mirror blankly, and he didn't know when he had become like this.

Suddenly, his face became a little distorted, his eyes skyrocketed as if they were filled with air, and then an eyeball suddenly exploded.

Zhang Meng didn't understand why, but the next moment, the severe pain in his eyes made him react. There was someone behind him.

That strange feeling appeared again, that person appeared again

This time it was closer to Zhang Meng. Zhang Meng covered her eyes and squatted on the ground. He felt dizzy. The remaining eyeball looked at the person in the mirror opposite. He was covered in blood and a layer of human skin was slowly shedding his body.

The human skin seemed to have suffered a huge force, just like the "Painted Skin" in the story of "Strange Swordsman" in the story of "Strange Swordsman" was pulled down...
Chapter completed!