Lao Wang felt sleepy, glanced at his beloved mirror again, and walked towards the bed.
As soon as he lay down on the bed, Lao Wang felt that something was wrong, so he got up from the bed again and came to the mirror again.
He raised his hand again and touched the mirror gently a few times, and then held it in his arms. , walked towards his bed.
Lying on the bed holding the mirror, Lao Wang felt more at ease.
He stroked the crane on the back of the mirror, and then slowly closed his eyes.
"Lao Wang Lao Wang" a soft voice suddenly came into Lao Wang's ears.
Lao Wang was woken up by the voice.
He was about to get angry, but then he realized that the voice seemed to be that of a little girl, and it sounded very comfortable.
"Who is it?"
Lao Wang asked as he sat up holding the mirror.
No one responded.
"Did you hallucinate again?
What happened tonight?
Could it be that when you dug the ancient tomb, you brought the unclean things home?
I have heard of this kind of thing."
Wang muttered to himself, then shook his head gently and lay on the bed again.
He had already made up his mind to wait until dawn to get some cinnabar and put it at home to ward off evil spirits.
That was all Lao Wang could think of.
After all, there was a door god posted on the door, so it was impossible for ghosts to come in on their own.
The only way they could come in was if they were hidden in something.
But having said that, under normal circumstances, ghosts and ghosts follow people into the home, and most of them are hidden in people's pockets.
The door god will not search the owner of the home, and he will be brought in easily, so go home in the middle of the night.
It is best to stand at the door for a few minutes, then turn all the pockets out and pat them a few times.
"Lao Wang, Lao Wang" Lao Wang just fell asleep, but he heard that soft and sweet voice again.
Lao Wang was woken up again.
He sat up again and listened with his head sideways in confusion, wanting to hear where the sound came from.
But the sound disappeared again.
The sound seemed like someone was playing a prank.
As long as Lao Wang fell asleep, it would wake him up.
The most important thing is that the sound sounded extremely comfortable, which is why As a result, Lao Wang couldn't get angry even if he wanted to.
"Hey, it seems that he really brought the dirty things home.
Forget it, leave it alone."
Lao Wang helplessly shook his head, lay on the bed again, and gently stroked the dirty things dug out from the tomb.
Come out of the mirror.
Perhaps only touching the mirror can make Lao Wang feel at ease, or in other words, since the mirror has become his sleeping pill and lullaby, as long as he touches the mirror, he will fall asleep quickly. crotch The clock hanging on the wall struck once, seeming to tell Lao Wang that it was already half past two and it was time to go to bed.
Lao Wang turned sideways and hugged the mirror tightly in his arms.
The soft and melodious voice of "Lao Wang Lao Wang" came again.
Although the voice was very pleasant, delaying sleep was not enough.
Lao Wang directly put on his shoes and walked out of bed.
Since the sound came out as soon as he fell asleep, then I simply stopped sleeping and just sat there for the night.
I waited until dawn to get some cinnabar and invited a Buddha statue to come back to suppress it.
Lao Wang lowered his head and glanced at the mirror in his arms, grinned slightly, then walked straight towards the stool, leaning the ancient mirror against the wall, and began to look in the mirror again.
The more Lao Wang looked at it, the happier he felt.
The thing he picked at that time was really the right one.
Suddenly, Lao Wang felt that his hair was a little messy, so he took a comb from the table and combed his hair in front of the mirror.
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For some reason, his hair was combed smoothly, but an inexplicable chill came from it.
Lao Wang's heart rose, and he looked around nervously, as if he didn't understand what the chill was about.
The moment Lao Wang turned his head, he saw a woman in red with long hair standing behind him in the mirror.
The woman lowered her head, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but she still looked very tall from her figure.
Charming, Lao Wang was shocked.
His first reaction was not that he saw a ghost, but that there was a burglar in the house.
Lao Wang suddenly turned around, but there was nothing behind him.
Lao Wang was a little panicked, so he quickly stood up and started looking for his antiques.
He was afraid that some thieves were interested in his antiques.
But after searching for a while, he was suddenly startled.
The door was locked.
How could anyone get in?
Could it be that the door lock had been picked open?
He quickly walked to the door and looked at the door lock.
It's fine and has never been opened at all.
Only then did Lao Wang realize that he couldn't let go of the thought that there was a ghost in the house, and cold sweat instantly flowed down his cheeks.
"Who are you?"
Lao Wang looked around nervously and then said to the air.
Lao Wang felt that his neck had become stiff, perhaps because of excessive tension.
No one answered him, and the room remained silent.
Lao Wang stood there for five minutes.
Seeing that nothing unusual happened and the woman in red was not seen again, he felt a little relieved.
He thought to himself, there is no need to be afraid as long as he falls asleep.
He was ghosted, but just as he was about to go to the bed, he remembered that as soon as he fell asleep, someone would call his name.
After hesitating for a long time, Lao Wang once again decided to sit on the stool all night.
Of course, as long as there are antiques by his side, it doesn't matter if he doesn't sleep for a night or two.
Who makes him so obsessed with antiques?
Lao Wang sat on the stool again and looked up at the mirror.
It didn't matter.
The woman in red who had just disappeared appeared again behind Lao Wang in the mirror.
Lao Wang suddenly turned her head again.
There was nothing behind her, but when she looked in the mirror, a woman in red with long hair appeared behind her.
But as long as you pretend to be around, there will be nothing behind you.
Suddenly, Lao Wang fell directly from the stool to the ground, because he saw that the woman in red who had been staying behind him raised her head and was sticking out her long blood-red tongue and licking his face.
Licking it all at once.
Lao Wang once again used the same trick as before, sitting on the ground holding his head and shouting loudly.
He thought of his son, and he hoped to attract his son with his shouting, even if the antique was really taken by his son.
It doesn't matter if you take it, as long as you don't get killed by the ghost in the house.
Yes, money is something external to the body.
At this moment, Lao Wang finally figured it out, but what if he figured it out?
His son didn't seem to hear his shouting at all: