C50 cheated

I raised my hand to cover my right eye, but my arm felt like it weighed a ton. I gritted my teeth and sweat started dripping down my forehead. The reflection on the surface of the water became even more ferocious.

My hand came up at last and was about to cover my face. Unexpectedly, Bao Xiaojie patted my arm and said: "Brother Hu, why aren't you drinking?"

He slapped me so hard that my arm fell again. After falling like this, I no longer had the strength to lift my arm.

My eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Then, I fell into a deep sleep.

"I can't sleep, I can't sleep! If I fall asleep, I'm dead!" I snapped open my eyes, and my consciousness came to me.

My heart relaxed. It seems that my willpower is quite good. But the next second, I realized that wasn't the case.

I was surrounded by a misty white space. I reached out and touched the wall. I felt around and found that the space was very small. The sky above me was sparkling, as if I were underwater.

My heart sank, and I knew at once what was going on: I was locked up. In the bowl.

After adapting to this world, I soon saw Bao Xiaojie. He was reaching out and putting his hand on my head. Then my soul turned into a wisp and slowly drilled through my orifices.

Borrowing a dead body to repay a soul. Bao Xiaojie slipped into my body, then stood up proudly.

He looked down at me and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Hu. Grandpa Gu's family is too dangerous, I suddenly feel that it's safer to use this corpse to return the soul. "

I cursed out loud, "You feel safe now, how am I supposed to get out?"

However, my voice is very heavy, so it shouldn't be able to escape from the water.

Bao Xiaojie laughed and raised his leg to leave.

I suddenly understood one thing. Bao Xiaojie had not decided to do it on a whim. I'm afraid he was going to borrow my body the moment he saw me.

I followed him all the way from the tofu stall to the alley. Then I brought him to the ruined temple, then to this dilapidated courtyard. Finally, I was harmed by a bowl of water.

I'm sure that if Bao Xiaojie took out a mirror, I would beat him up until he wouldn't even recognize his mother. But when he brought out a bowl of water, I was less alert. One had to say, this kid was quite scheming.

I was trapped in a bowl of water, complaining. A light drizzle fell from the sky, making the water surface continuously sway.

After an unknown period of time, I suddenly felt my soul uncontrollably rise up and down along the surface of the water. Then with a splash, it floated out of the bowl.

My heart skipped a beat: Water overflowed?

Then I went out into the world, and I was free.

I looked back and saw that the bowl of water was indeed full. When I saw this bowl, I was very upset. I raised my foot and kicked. The bowl hit the stone and completely shattered.

I didn't chase after Bao Xiaojie, so by this time, Bao Xiaojie must have already escaped. My only hope now is to trade with Grandpa Gu and ask him to send me out.

Hopefully, what Bao Xiaojie said was true, he really dug a tunnel in the courtyard that could lead to Grandpa Gu's home.

I searched the yard, but found nothing. I went back to the house.

The house was leaking and the ground was muddy. I checked and still couldn't find it. The room was very ordinary. There was a table and a chair inside. There was a stove in the corner.

Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong. This place's courtyard was dilapidated, the house was dilapidated, the tables and chairs were all broken. Why was the stove completely preserved?

I walked over and picked up the pot, then saw a dark hole, bottomless.

Good boy, Bao Xiaojie is planning to fight in the underworld.

With one hand holding the pot and the other holding the stove, I carefully slid down. The hole wasn't perpendicular to the ground, and it had a certain arc, so I was able to steady myself.

I covered the stove with the pot and carefully slid downwards. Not long after, I reached the bottom and the hole started moving upwards again. It was only three or five minutes before I heard voices. It seems that I have arrived at Grandpa Gu's house.

I walked slowly, afraid that Grandpa Gu would hear me. Although ghosts don't make any noise when they walk, I still have to be careful just in case.

Finally, a wall appeared in front of me. The wall was very thin, and there was even light coming from the outside. I poked it with my hand and found it was a piece of paper, so I poked a hole in it and looked out.

This was also another small house. Inside the house had a shelf with a few things scattered on it.

I don't know anything about antiques, but I can tell with my only eye that everything here is priceless. Even if it was just a shelf, it was likely that it was no ordinary item.

The voice was coming from the yard, and I couldn't hear clearly. But I seem to have a vague feeling that I know both of the people who speak, and that their voices are familiar.

One of them was Grandpa Gu, who could the other be? I was getting more and more curious.

I reached out and pushed the paper, and suddenly I saw that it was hanging on the wall. So I got out of the hole.

When I reached the cabin, I felt uncomfortable all over, as if I wasn't the only one there.

I looked around, almost scared out of my wits.

There was someone behind me who was staring straight at me.

Subconsciously, I picked up a short sword from the shelf and was about to stab the person behind me, but I discovered that he was just standing there blankly, not moving at all.

I forced myself to take a closer look and realized that it wasn't a person, it was a painting. It was just that the drawing was too lifelike.

I looked closer and saw that the more I looked at it, the more it looked like me. I felt scared, why did Grandpa Gu hang my portrait on the wall?

In my portrait, there was a black hole in the middle of my forehead, which looked very unlucky. I shook the picture and saw that it was the piece of paper that had covered the hole.

The more I think about it, the more wrong it is. Bao Xiaojie had been digging here for a long time, and since this painting was able to cover the hole, it meant that it had existed for a long time. But I just saw Grandpa Gu yesterday. Had he seen me before? This doesn't make sense …

I put all these doubts aside and rummaged through the shelves for a while, but didn't find any fans.

At this moment, the people outside spoke again. Startled, I walked towards the door in disbelief. Because this time, I heard it clearly, the one who spoke was Mr. Zhao.

I lay on my stomach and looked out through the crack in the door. It really was the Mr. Zhao. He was standing in the courtyard and lazily conversing with Grandfather Gu.

Grandpa Gu had his back to me, so I didn't know what to make of his current expression. But I'm sure he was furious, because his hands were behind his back and his fingers were squeezing tighter and tighter.

A few seconds later, Grandpa Gu's fingers loosened and smiled slightly. He said to Mr. Zhao: "I'm a businessman, if you want to take something from me, you have to exchange."

Mr. Zhao scratched his head and said impatiently: "What do you want to trade for it?"

Grandpa Gu said, "Exchange for something behind the curtain."

Only now did I realize that there were a lot of curtains in Grandpa Gu's yard. My heart skipped a beat as I guessed what was behind the curtain.

I wanted to remind Mr. Zhao not to go over, but it was already too late. His hands were so fast that it was hard to move, so he casually tore the curtain off, and then stared at the mirror on the wall, his eyes wide open.

A moment later, Mr. Zhao plopped to the ground as a lost soul appeared in the mirror.

Grandpa Gu coldly snorted. "Are you even qualified to trade with me? Do you think I'm setting up a stall outside? "

He disdainfully kicked Mr. Zhao, then carried Mr. Zhao's body and left the small courtyard in large strides.

After the door to the courtyard was shut, I hastily ran out.

Mr. Zhao obviously saw me in the mirror and shouted at me, but I couldn't hear his voice.

I looked at the rest of the curtain in the yard and imagined that behind each curtain was a mirror, and that in each mirror was a spirit. The sight made me shudder.

I picked up a rock from the ground and threw it. With a crash, the mirror was shattered.

Mr. Zhao got out. He calmly patted his clothes and said: "Eldest Nephew, why are you here too?"

I said, "Second uncle, why am I here? But you, what did you come to trade with Grandpa Gu for? "Why do I feel like you're sneaking around, hiding something from me?"

Mr. Zhao said with a bitter face: "Eldest Nephew, wasn't I harmed by you when I was here?"

Puzzled, I asked, "Was it because of me?"

He looked around and said, "It's not safe here. This Gu fellow can come back at any time. Let's leave this place first."

Just as he was about to open the door, I stopped him and said, "It's not safe to go through the gate. Follow me."

I brought Mr. Zhao through the hole in the ground and into the courtyard. Thinking about it, I still can't do it. I poked a hole in that painting, and Grandpa Gu will soon find out that something's wrong, and subsequently find out about this hole in the ground.

I thought about it, and then brought the Mr. Zhao to the rundown temple. This place was so remote that not even a ghost could be seen. It should be safe.

After we closed the temple door, the Mr. Zhao exclaimed, "Why is your body gone too?"

I said, "I'm pretty much the same as you, but I was also tricked."

Mr. Zhao said: "Eldest Nephew, you are a bit blind and confident now, how do you know that I was tricked?"

I rolled my eyes. "I saw it clearly, so don't hide it from me. Grandpa Gu tricked you to look in the mirror, then you fell for it. "

Mr. Zhao shook his head and said, "I know that when I look in the mirror, my soul will be locked up."

I looked at him in disbelief. "You still want to go?"

Mr. Zhao made a sound of acknowledgement, then said in all seriousness: "I have to go, this is called a tiger's den, how can I get a tiger?"

I said, "Don't drag it on, there are no outsiders here. Grandpa Gu is rather strange, it's not shameful to be tricked by him. "

Mr. Zhao was stubborn, "I really did it on purpose. Eldest Nephew, do you still remember those gloves? It's all because of those gloves. "