Xiaolan thought hard while stroking the mark on the back of her neck.
"Xiao Lan, are you not feeling well somewhere?" Yi Yao stared at Xiao Lan and asked after a long while.
Xiaolan stopped what she was doing, looked at Yi Yao blankly, and replied, "I'm fine, Uncle Yi, what's wrong?"
"You've been scratching the back of your neck," Yi Yao pointed lightly at Xiaolan's hand, "Is it itchy?"
After Yi Yao said this, Xiao Lan realized that her right hand had been scratching the mark on the back of her neck. She quickly took her hand back and looked at her hand in surprise.
"What happened?" Yi Yao also became nervous, "Xiaolan, if you feel anything, you must tell me."
"I...I didn't even realize it myself," Xiaolan looked blankly, felt it quietly, and said, "But speaking of it, my neck...does feel hot."
"Hot?"
"Well," Xiaolan tilted her head and frowned, "It's like... it's like something is coming out of it, and... and it's getting hotter and hotter... Uncle Yi..."
The ominousness in Xiaolan's eyes became more intense, and she stretched out her hand towards Yi Yao, as if she planned to get some help from him.
"Xiaolan! What's wrong with you?" Yi Yao also panicked. He grabbed Xiaolan's hand, "Oh my god, your hand is so hot!..."
"Uncle Yi, I feel something is wrong..." Xiaolan shook his body and was about to stand up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to stand at this moment, "You... you go and take a look..."
Why did it happen so suddenly?
what is going on……
"What am I going to see?" Yi Yao asked, "Xiaolan, hold on!"
Why am I holding on? It’s not like I’m going to die for no reason...
"Go and look at other places with marks!" Xiaolan didn't have the energy to complain, "Something must have happened..."
Yi Yao raised his eyes to look elsewhere, but in the dark, before he could see clearly, a strange sound reached their ears.
Crack... crack...
That was the sound of wood being slowly broken.
Xiaolan and Yi Yao looked at each other.
Yi Yao opened her mouth and was about to say something when Xiaolan suddenly twitched all over and howled violently, which made Yi Yao tremble in fright.
After howling, Xiaolan could no longer maintain her balance. She stumbled and sat down on the ground, covering the back of her neck in pain.
Seeing Xiaolan's look like this, Yi Yao knew that no matter what he asked, Xiaolan might not be able to answer anything in his condition. He gritted his teeth, stood up, picked up the candle, and looked at the mouth next to him.
coffin.
Crack... crack...
That was the mark closest to them. Where the mark was, the wood on the surface was peeling and cracking.
shocking.
Could it be that... Xiaolan is also experiencing such feelings?
Xiaolan grabbed the back of her neck hard, and she felt as if there were hands inside her body tearing her skin apart. The force was so powerful, and at the same time, something was waiting for an opportunity... to break out...
Although she didn't know what the power was and what was waiting for an opportunity to come out, Xiaolan was sure that she couldn't let it succeed or let it come out.
However, the accident happened again.
Only a scream was heard, and Yi Yao suddenly fell to Xiaolan's feet as if she had been hit by a muffled fist.
Xiaolan almost forgot that she was struggling too, and raised her head and looked over in surprise.
Yi Yao clutched her stomach, rolled over in pain on the ground, and stretched out her left hand towards Xiaolan tremblingly.
"Xiaolan...it's this..." Yi Yao even coughed up blood from the corner of her mouth, "This was drilled out of the mark on the coffin..."
He spread his hands, revealing the white stuff in his palms.
Xiaolan bared her teeth, held back the pain, and looked intently.
Is this... a moth?
A moth all white.
wrong!
Whether it was out of shock or pain, large beads of sweat rolled down Xiaolan's forehead. She widened her eyes and looked closer.
That's no ordinary moth.
That's a... paper moth.
***
After Xia Hua's words ended, the atmosphere was quiet and the air was cold.
Zhou Ye stood there blankly, blinking his eyes, not knowing whether to doubt his own ears or the person in front of him.
"But..." Seeing Zhou Ye's whole body seemed to be down, Xia Hua softly proposed another possibility, "Legends are just legends after all, and I haven't actually heard of anyone who actually saw him because of
He died in front of his own mirror."
Zhou Ye took a few breaths feebly, and then nodded frantically, "Yes...Sister Xia Hua...you are right..."
"So don't despair yet," Xia Hua patted Zhou Ye on the shoulder and said, "We still have to go out well."
"Yes... we still have to go out..." Zhou Ye recovered and said slowly, "And Sister Xia Hua, I actually feel much better... I was still a little uncomfortable just now, but since those two people
When he disappeared from us, I felt better all of a sudden."
Zhou Ye forced out a forced smile and waved his hands in the air, as if to prove his words.
But Xia Hua felt even more bitter.
"Me too," Xia Hua told a gentle lie, "In that case, let's continue."
Zhou Ye nodded absently.
"What are you thinking about?" Xia Hua keenly noticed his hesitation and asked.
"I'm thinking..." Zhou Ye said, "Sister Xia Hua, why didn't you let me speak out just now? According to what you said, if you see your own mirror person, you will die, so we shouldn't keep silent, but should
Just close your eyes."
"Because according to legend, silence is the only way to break the Mirror Man's curse," Xia Hua said. "It is said that after seeing your Mirror Man, if you still want to live, you need to silence yourself forever and expose yourself to the Mirror Man."
If you bury the incident of the person who passed by the mirror, you might have a chance to escape."
Zhou Ye said it was bad with his eyes.
"Ah...Sister Xia Hua, why didn't you tell me earlier," Zhou Ye said aggrievedly, "Then we have spoken out now, is it useless?"
Xia Hua almost laughed, "Didn't you just say that you don't believe in this legend?"
"These are two different things," Zhou Ye scratched his head in distress, "Oh... I don't know if I can keep silent from now on."
Xia Hua helplessly shook her head and smiled, and said, "It's useless. When those two people overlapped our bodies, we retched in unison. From then on, silence has been useless."