The Demon in the Mirror

On spring night, during the child's day, the thunder thundered and the rain was heavy.

The faint lantern firelight refracted thousands of light points in the rain curtain, and a group of people walked forward, carrying a shovel on their shoulders, or holding a shovel, and walked muffled in the muddy forest.

After walking for half an hour, the mud was stained with shoes, and the shoes were half a catty, which caused everyone's pace to be slow, like a lonely soul walking at night.

"Arrived."

The village head who walked in front suddenly opened his mouth, breaking the silence since this half an hour. He reached out and looked out the lantern, and as soon as the fire light reached the place he was looking for, his hand shook.

In front of me was a lone tomb. Most of the soil on the tomb had been washed away by water. There was no inscription on the stone tablet. I don't know the name and identity of the people in the tomb. Suddenly two men and women flew over, ignoring the mud on the ground, crying: "Yin Yin, Yin Yin ... my daughter ..."

Everyone sighed.

The head of the village also sighed: "Dig, you must at least dig back the bones."

The villager holding the shovel questioned lately: "It took only three days to bury it, really turned into a bone? In case ..."

In case the person inside did not turn into a bone, he now opened the coffin, afraid that the death would be miserable, and he would cry the crazy father and mother directly.

"The monster said that he would eat on the same day. Let us open the coffin and take the bones three days later. Even if we don't want to open it, we have to open it. Otherwise, what if the monster finds us again ..."

The village chief whispered, but he still let Yinzi and his dad hear, and the two raised their heads from the mud, and said in pain: "The village chief, Yinyin is to save the village's talents. As a sacrifice to the monster, the monster will eat people from our entire village. How can you ... say that! "

The head of the village also felt condemned and waved his hand, saying: "Don't say this, let's take Yin Zi home first."

When Yin Yin's father and mother heard it, there was no way for her to be kind. For generations in their village, they lived on hunting, and the beasts saw them like enemies, but only against Yinzi, never malicious, and even played with her.

Everyone in the village said she was a reincarnated fairy.

But suddenly one day, a monster came to the village and asked Yinzi to make food. If she didn't follow, she would kill the villagers.

Yinzi promised to make sacrifices for the villagers, so he was sealed in the coffin by the villagers alive and buried in the place designated by the monster.

For three days, it was time for the monsters to let them come to dig out the bones.

Since it is digging bones, the flesh inside it must have been eaten. The village head thought that a white skeleton would appear in the coffin in a moment, which was both frightening and sad.

The iron digs the ground, shoveling the graves, and shoveling a hole.

Ding Ding Dong Dong, Ding Ding Dong Dong.

The shovel collided with the gravel on the ground, and fell into heavy rain. The closer to the depth of the coffin, the heavier the movement of the crowd.

"Boom."

The iron was knocked on the wood, and a bite was made on the coffin. The villager who dug into the coffin was startled and immediately stopped, saying "I'm sorry" repeatedly, and looked at the village head in a panic.

The village chief raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Dig!"

Yinzi's father and mother cried again and couldn't bear to look at it again.

It was so desperate and painful that a living person was sealed in the coffin that day.

Daughter ...

Under the excavation of seven or eight people, the wooden coffin buried deep below the ground quickly appeared. The heavy rain kept rolling down, washing away the muddy dirt above it, and under the reflection of the lantern, there was a red glare, which seemed even more scary at night.

"Open the coffin."

The villagers pried off the rivets one by one, and there were 28 rivets, each of which was three inches long. It was impossible for living people to crawl out of it.

All the rivets were removed, and eight people held the lid of the coffin and moved sideways together.

"Squeak."

The lid sounded slightly, and Yinzi Niang was already crying in her husband's arms, daring not look there.

"Squeak."

The cover was removed bit by bit, and the village chief clenched his fists, ready to apologize to Yin Yin.

"Squeak."

The cover was completely pushed away, and a thunderous thunder crashed down on the top of the mountain, making a loud noise between the world and the sky, which seemed to burst the forest and burst the villagers' hearts.

They were stunned. Under the flash of lightning flashing at the same time, they clearly saw that the coffin was empty!

There is no Yinzi and no bones as they should be. Like from the beginning, they buried an empty coffin.

The village head was shocked and fell to the ground in shock: "This, this ..."

When Yinzi's father and mother saw the coffin empty, they also froze: "Yinzi, what about my Yinyin?"

None of the people present answered their questions because they didn't know where Yinzi went.

Did the monster eat all the people, not even bones?

The rain fell on the jungle from a high altitude. The big raindrops hit the people's clothes and fell into the empty coffin. No one knew what to do next.

Suddenly there was a girl singing in the dark forest, intermittently, faintly like ghosts and ghosts, listening to everyone's heart hanging high, with cold hairs erected.

The singing voice is sluggish and slow, mixed with the noise of rain, making people hard to hear clearly.

It ’s just this song ... It ’s really awful to sing. It ’s hard to hear that even the villagers do n’t think it ’s terrifying. Instead, they want to plug their ears. They do n’t start to panic until they see a ball of red flame drifting through the air and walking towards them , Shaking hands with the iron, and staring at the front.

The flame went up and down in the rain, and it was still in a circle, like a living creature.

The villagers stared at them with wide eyes and their hands were shaking, but the unpleasant singing calmed their hearts to a great extent-the general monsters sang well, but this was so unpleasant, it was not necessarily a monster.

The sound was getting closer and closer, and the fireball was getting closer and closer. When the distance between the two was about three feet, the fire stopped. The villagers looked closely through the rain curtain. The swimming fireball looked like a mouse, but it was different from the mouse. With a red light on it, the coming person's whole body was brightly illuminated—with a head, hands, feet, and no tail. It was a person, or a pretty girl.

And she is still singing.

Singing is not uncomfortable, it sounds complicated, and it is hard to describe.

The girl looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with a slender figure, wearing light blue cardigan long sleeves, a waist-length apricot underskirt, and a flute hanging around her waist.

The firelight reflected her whole face like a safflower. She smiled like a little girl next door. She looked at the alert villagers and said, "My name is Xifeng. I am a demon catcher. You give me money. I will catch the demon for you. "

"High white clouds are floating, birds are running, looking for bugs, one, two, three ..."

"Don't sing it! Unpleasant!"

Xiaohuo protested loudly, forbidding her to sing again. Westwind glanced at it and sang louder with his throat: "Tall white clouds drift, birds ran around, looking for bugs, one, two, three ..."

Xiao Huo rolled his eyes and folded his big ears, blocking the crying wolf howling: "The monsters will be scared away by you."

"It's better to be scared away, then you will be able to rescue Yinzi Girl smoothly." The west wind shook the wooden hairpin in her hand and stretched it under his nose. "If you smell it again, is this person nearby."

The fire squatting on her shoulder sniffed and said, "Here, he's jumping around."

"Are you still alive?"

Not only people but also ghosts can be alive and kicking, and she has seen female ghosts who dance particularly beautifully.

Xiaohuo answered politely: "I don't know."

"Small fire, what's your use?"

"Without me, who will listen to you singing, do others dare?"

As if it was reasonable to say that Westwind no longer runs on it, she sighed: "It's not a big deal, but it can solve the three meals and food. Anyway, the monsters haven't come out so much recently, poor ..."

She counted the few copper plates left in her hand, only enough to buy a steamed bun. Others said that she was so poor that she clanged, and she soon lost all the copper that could knock out the clang.

"Poor ..." She sighed deeply, carefully took the copper plate back into her pocket, and then walked a dozen steps into the mountain before reaching a cliff. She looked up and did not see her head high, as if the cliff rushed straight into the dome and disappeared into the clouds.

Xifeng grabbed the small fire on his shoulder and threw it directly upward.

"call--"

But the slap-sized red fire burst into a ball of horse-like red in the air, and the west wind jumped up, and the small fire hurried along the cliff, heading against the wind, over the boulders and trees on the wall. Flat ground. From a distance, it looks like a fireball rushing to the top of the mountain, as fast as a blast.

It was almost useless for a moment, and the small fire had carried the west wind to the top of the mountain.

As soon as the gusty wind stopped, the west wind touched the small mirror in his pocket to straighten the hair that was blown like a henhouse. Then he jumped down and waved, and the fire turned into a red ball and squatted on her shoulder on. The probe sniffed the air and said: "It is estimated that there is a black swamp in the front, otherwise the smell of corpse bones cannot be so heavy, Westwind. Congratulations, you can catch the fat monster, and you can eat it with two bites. "

Xifeng laughed twice: "Your monster's meat is not delicious at all."

Xiao Huo stunned: "... Have you eaten?"

The west wind grinned at it, exposing two rows of shiny teeth, and reached out and tapped, and the sound was crisp and scary. Xiaohuo decided that she would never sing badly after singing!

The place where there is no sunlight and water all year round is the easiest to breed evil, and the swamp is the best place to breed monsters. The swamps in the woods can't see any sunlight at all. This kind of place is called black swamp.

The west wind has not completely entered the woods, and has heard the dangerous roar of monsters in the woods. She took off the flute around her waist and flicked her backhand. The wooden flute turned into a sword. The cold light was sharp, but she could cut iron and gold.

As soon as the sword came out, the powerful sword pressure suppressed more than half of the beasts, and noticed that the dangerous beasts gradually hid their voices. Only some fierce beasts were still roaring.

"Go, small fire."

When the west wind uttered the word "walk", people would stab into the swamp like a sharp arrow. The strong malaria blurred the mortal vision, and the west wind closed his eyes and listened carefully. A burst of black gas came straight, the west wind dodge sideways, a sword was swung out, and the black gas was cut into two in a flash.

The giant beast had no chance of screaming, and was killed by Jian Qi. Xiao Huo stretched out his short hands to grab the black gas and quickly inserted it into his mouth, swallowing his stomach happily.

Xifeng slashed with a sword all the way, wherever he went, the corpses were everywhere.