Back at the inn, Gu Juan briefly freshened up, then took off his coat and began to cultivate little by little to transform the Flame Palm Flow.

Iron striking also needs to be self-hardening.

If you are weak, you deserve to be arbitrarily arranged.

When he is strong enough to reach a certain level, whether it is the bride in red or anything else, if he dares to make him unhappy like this, then he must arrange them well, so that these guys know why the flowers are so red!

Time passed little by little, and before I knew it, the night was already deep.

Gu Juan got down from above, and while moving his somewhat stiff body, he picked up the tea that was already cold on the table and took a few sips.

The tea in the inn tasted very ordinary, and he put down the teapot with a frown, and was about to continue studying the Flame Palm, but vaguely seemed to hear something.

Gu Juan held his breath, raised his eyes and looked around, and finally landed his gaze on the big red table in the room, to be precise, on the bronze mirror fixed on the table.

It was only at this time that he noticed that the dressing table looked like a high-end dresser, and compared with the other furniture in the room, it seemed a little out of tune.

It's simply the furniture that I didn't know where to buy it from and put it into the inn room.

What's more interesting is that what about others?

What about the other furniture in the inn room?

In this bronze mirror, they all disappeared.

The candlelight poured in from the outside, reflecting the inside of the bronze mirror, and a deep corridor could be faintly seen, leading to a dark distance where I don't know where.

Gu Juan walked quickly to the bronze mirror, rubbed the gentle handle of the patrol axe, and endured it several times before resisting the urge to smash the mirror with an axe.

He is not the fledgling junior brother anymore, so he still has to wait a little longer and take a look.

At least wait until the main owner comes out and then slash it with an axe.

The corridor was dark, so he lit all the candles on the candlestick, and took it to the vicinity of the bronze mirror, and very intimately helped it illuminate the road inside.

Suddenly, a small shadow appeared in the corridor, ran over quickly, and came to the front after a while, but Gu Juan could only see a layer of black scalp, which was jumping and jumping, trying to grab the lower edge of the bronze mirror and jump up.

Gu Juan narrowed his eyes and looked carefully into the mirror.

Despite the change of angle, he could only see the black lid of the pot, which was jumping up and down, as if it was about to jump out of it and into the inn room.

"It looks like it's out of reach, I have a bench here, do you need it?"

He tucked his hands into his sleeves and asked.

There was no response from the bronze mirror, and the little head was still jumping and jumping, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only expose his hair cover.

"Tell my uncle, what are you? and your family, call out and let's play together." ”

It seemed that he heard Gu Ju's voice, and his head stopped jumping all of a sudden, and he stood there quietly without moving, and now he couldn't even see the black pot lid on his head.

"Don't you really want to come out to play, I have sugar here, and there are good stories, such as the handsome and dashing Xiucai Gu Sheng, have you heard of it?" Gu Juan grabbed a handful of peanuts from the table next to him and brought over a few peanuts.

The lid of the black cauldron in the bronze mirror was still motionless and did not make a sound.

He frowned and thought for a moment, then slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the smooth bronze mirror.

On the flat palm, there are also a few fried peanuts.

The surface of the bronze mirror fluctuated strangely, like a lake blown by a breeze, rippling in circles.

In an instant, the bronze mirror was empty, the black lid was gone, and even the dark corridor that led to it disappeared, and the furnishings in the inn room were reflected again.

And that face of his own.

Click!

The patrol axe stopped at the last moment, and the blade of the axe was only less than an inch away from the mirror, and the sudden strong wind blew the candle flame to the side, and also reflected Gu Ju's face in a flickering light and dark.

"It's almost a shame. ”

He put away his axe and looked at the familiar face in the bronze mirror with a blank face, and only sighed secretly after a long time.

Just now staring at the dark corridor and the black pot lid for so long, his heart was unwavering, without the slightest nervousness, but he didn't expect that when he saw his face at first glance, he almost couldn't control it with an axe.

How can it be worthy, how can it be worthy......

Is it really the scariest thing to scare yourself?

Gu Juan remembered that in the previous time and space, there were also people who had done experiments on looking in the mirror.

In a dimly lit room, dozens of subjects stared at themselves in the mirror, and it usually took less than a minute for people to develop an illusion, also known as the stranger face illusion.

In general, when staring at the mirror for a long time, people are more likely to "see" a new human face, or feel that a stranger is observing them from the mirror.

This is one of the reasons why mirrors are often used as props in various horror stories and films.

After finding a suitable reason for his almost miss, he sat down in front of the bronze mirror to rest for a while, straightened his clothes, and disguised himself as a black-faced man with long hair and beard, and pushed open the door and walked out.

There was no one in the corridor on the second floor of the inn, it was empty) dang), and it was quiet.

He descended the stairs down the hallway to the inn lobby, and without hesitation, he called out to the guy who was dozing behind the counter.

"The guest officer hasn't rested so late, what's the matter?"

The night watchman rubbed his eyes and yawned heavily.

He looked dazed and never seemed to wake up from his dream.

Even Gu Ju's long hair and beard now didn't make him look up and take a second look.

"It's a little unclean in your inn. ”

Gu Ju bent his fingers lightly tapped on the table top, making a tuk tuk sound in the silent night.

"Huh?"

The guy was still a lethargic one, shook his head a little puzzled, and said in disbelief: "No, before all the guests check in, the villain has carefully cleaned every room from the inside to the outside!"

"Really cleaned everything?"

The guy nodded heavily, and said without hesitation: "It's really all cleaned, even the towels and bedding are all newly changed by the villain in the morning." ”

"But why do I think you still have a corridor that you haven't cleaned seriously?"

Gu Juan turned his head to look at the room on the second floor, and his whole face was suddenly hidden behind the candle flame, and it looked more and more gray.

"The corridor, where is the corridor in the room?"

The guy was even more dizzy now, and finally stood up after a while, "Did the guest officer say that the corridor outside the room, the guests will indeed leave footprints when they come back to check in at night, and we usually clean it up after dawn." ”

While explaining, he cautiously looked at Gu Ju's back, and involuntarily felt a little chilled, and hurriedly changed his words: "If the guest officer thinks the corridor is too dirty, then the villain will go and clean it again." ”

As he spoke, he prepared to get the broom and rag that were placed behind the counter.

He was woken up from his slumber like this, and his heart was broken.

There is a way that there are strange people every year, and there are a lot of them this year, this seeming guest is not good at sleeping in the house in the middle of the night, and he has to care about the hygiene of the corridor outside, and he is really a strange person who is not in a normal sense.

But people spend money to be uncles, and they look so fierce, what can he do as an inn boy, doesn't he have to pinch his nose to serve people comfortably before it's over?

"It's not a second-floor hallway, and there's no need to clean the hallway. ”

As soon as the guy bent down to pick up the broom rag, he heard a faint voice sound, "The corridor I am talking about is the corridor in the dresser and bronze mirror in the room, it looks dark, I don't know how many days it has not been cleaned, it is very dirt......y" u

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Chapter 144: Bronze Mirror