Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

The five people held up the still twitching headless corpse of the living dead, shook the Sanqing bells, chanted scriptures, and slowly walked towards the round table.

The shadows of the monsters on the ground kept hovering around them, and the bronze mirror floated in the air, moving with them.

This strange scene actually happened now, and everyone was tense to the extreme.

After finally walking to the edge of the round table, the five people had to stop here.

"Fortune teller, what should we do next?" Mo Ying turned around, his face covered in sweat.

Qin Yangming continued to shake the Sanqing Bell, and the vibrations that shook his brain spread out in waves with Qin Yangming as the center.

Qin Yangming thought for a moment and said, "You two hold the living dead first, and the three of us will move in one by one along the shadows!"

"Then you two come in again!"

Everyone nodded, and Nan Guan and Mo Ying squatted down. One of them held up the two arms of the zombie, and the other held up the legs of the zombie, as if they were building a bridge.

The three people behind him also squatted down with Nan Guan and Mo Ying. Qin Yangming was right behind the two of them. The narrow shadow passage prevented him from turning sideways to let the two ladies pass first, so he could only pass first.

While shaking the Sanqing Bell in his hand and chanting scriptures, he walked through the "bridge hole" like a duck and was the first to get under the round table.

After that came Xu Xiaobao and Su Mengyuan, who also came in safely.

However, Su Mengyuan was having difficulty walking. When she squatted down, her legs felt weak and she wanted to sit down on the ground. It was Xu Xiaobao who pulled her back.

In the end, only Nan Guan and Mo Ying were left.

"You go first, I'll follow behind!"

Mo Ying turned his head away and muttered something.

"Stop trying to be a hero and come in quickly!" Nan Guan scolded.

"Why are you trying to be a hero? It's obviously you who are handcuffed, so no matter how you look at it, you are the one who goes first!" Mo Ying retorted more fiercely.

After hearing this, Nan Guan realized it and crawled under the round table while holding up the thigh of the zombie.

He also kept passing the corpses of the zombies in his hands to Mo Ying, so that Mo Ying's curled up body could always be covered by the shadow.

"Huh!" Nan Guan's body finally got completely under the table, and everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, what Mo Ying was holding in his hands were no longer the arms of the zombie, but its waist.

Nan Guan, who was squatting under the table, was holding the two feet of the zombie.

The two of them plus a zombie maintained a delicate balance. All Mo Ying had to do next was to hold the zombie's body steadily while crawling under the table.

But at this moment, the body of the living dead began to twitch violently!

Its two arms were freed and were scratching around in the air, while its waist was twisting left and right.

"not good!"

"Come in quickly!"

The people under the round table shouted loudly.

Mo Ying gritted his teeth, and seeing that he was only one step away from the round table, he simply threw the zombie away and was about to crawl under the round table.

But he was squatting now, and even if he used all his strength to jump under the round table, his speed was quite limited.

At this time, his shadow was also exposed under the light.

"Hahahaha, I caught you after all!"

On the floor, a shadow monster with a bloody mouth and dancing tentacles rushed towards Mo Ying's shadow.

"Sir, chant the spell quickly, the shadow is coming!"

Nan Guan hurriedly urged Qin Yangming.

But Qin Yang knew that it was useless to do so while the kerosene lamp was burning.

"what!"

Mo Ying roared, his face turned red, and he used all his strength to get under the round table.

However, the squatting posture meant that he could not fully utilize his strength.

Nan Guan was anxious, watching the monster's shadow about to bite Mo Ying's short shadow hard.

Qin Yangming gritted his teeth. Is this a dead end?

At this moment, I don't know when Xu Xiaobao took off the straps on her shoulders, and the already revealing clothes suddenly revealed a large area of ​​smooth skin.

"It's already this late and you're still here..."

Su Mengyuan on the side scolded with a look of contempt.

Xu Xiaobao was seen posing coquettishly while hooking his index finger in the direction of Mo Ying, his cheeks flushed with a charming blush and his eyes emitting a captivating light.

Even at this critical moment of life and death, Mo Ying and others were stunned.

"Oh no, the tattoo is done!" Su Mengyuan screamed.

In the moment he was distracted, the monster's shadow had already rushed to Mo Ying's shadow, with its mouth opened in an exaggerated arc, ready to swallow Mo Ying's shadow in one gulp.

But at this moment, the headless corpse of the zombie who had just been thrown aside by Mo Ying and was still twitching on the spot suddenly stood up and rushed straight towards Xu Xiaobao under the round table.

The shadow cast by its body just covered the short shadow of Mo Ying.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

The shadow monster just happened to bite the shadow of the zombie that was rushing towards it. It felt like it had eaten a fly and vomited on the spot in disgust.

"Ugh! Ugh! It's so disgusting, so disgusting! What the hell is this!" it roared angrily.

Mo Ying quickly took advantage of this gap and crawled under the round table.

The headless corpse of the zombie that had eaten a bite of its shadow didn't seem to be affected at all, and still rushed towards Xu Xiaobao under the round table regardless.

Even though it had no head at this moment, everyone else could clearly feel its intention, which was an animal instinct called lust.

The headless body of the zombie still crawled under the round table regardless, and Mo Ying supported himself with his hands behind his buttocks and kicked it directly into the air, sending it five or six meters away.

"boom!"

The body of the zombie left a disgusting trail of blood on the floor, and finally slammed heavily into the wall of the conference room before it stopped.

Everyone turned around and looked at Xu Xiaobao in surprise. At this time, she had pulled her shoulder straps back on with a red face.

"You..."

"Awesome, sister, you saved my life!"

Su Mengyuan wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by the excited Mo Ying.

"I...I'm not your sister!"

Xu Xiaobao said somewhat embarrassedly that no woman would admit that she was old, even in this situation.

Su Mengyuan saw that no one paid attention to her, and she felt jealous. She turned to Qin Yangming who had been reciting scriptures and said:

"You stinking fortune teller, could you please stop chanting? Are you annoying?"

Qin Yangming ignored this stupid woman. He continued to chant, and the Sanqing Bell in his hand never stopped shaking for a second.

"He is resisting the spiritual pollution of that bronze mirror! Stop talking!"

Nan Guan turned his head and looked at Su Mengyuan with disdain, then explained.

The bronze mirror was facing the five people lying under the round table, and the five faces in the mirror were still smiling strangely.

"I feel the power of that bronze mirror is getting stronger and stronger!"

Qin Yangming said suddenly, the sweat on his face dripping onto the floor. He could feel that he had to expend more and more energy to resist the spiritual invasion of the bronze mirror. He became more and more tired and even felt sleepy.

The group has not escaped from danger yet, and now they are just temporarily avoiding being swallowed up by these strange things.

"What should we do now?"

Mo Yingxin, who had just walked a circle between life and death, was nervous again.

"Think about what the card says!" Qin Yangming said.

Everyone was puzzled, and Qin Yangming explained:

"The logic of this bronze mirror's behavior is that if your performance does not satisfy it, the person on the mirror will make movements that are different from your own!"

"Then your mind will be polluted and your body will imitate the behavior of the person in the mirror!"

Nan Guan frowned and said, "So we have to behave in a way that will please it?"

But just now, the bronze mirror clearly told them to die. How could it be satisfied? Are they really going to die?

Qin Yangming pondered: "What if we take the initiative to imitate the bronze mirror?"

After hearing this, everyone felt as if their brains had short-circuited and they were unable to understand what Qin Yangming meant.

“I don’t know if you have this feeling, but this bronze mirror may be like a child longing for a playmate!”

Qin Yangming spoke according to his inner feelings. He felt that he was gaining more and more insights into these things that could not be explained by science.

This is a mysterious feeling that cannot be explained or described.

Perhaps, this is the characteristic of the fortune teller himself, who has extraordinary insight into some extraordinary phenomena.

"Although I still don't quite understand what you are saying, I believe you!" Nan Guan said.

The others nodded as well. They had no better solution at the moment.

"So what do we do now?"

"Imitate actively!" Qin Yangming said firmly.

"We do what we see in the mirror!"

As he spoke, Qin Yangming took the lead and began to laugh in front of the mirror. His laugh was very... weird!

Seeing this, the others also suppressed their discomfort and tried hard to imitate their own expressions in the mirror.

The five of them laughed sinisterly at the bronze mirror floating in front of them.

The bronze mirror actually began to jump up and down, like a happy child jumping up and down.

Then, the five people saw themselves in the mirror and started to do new movements.

"This……"

"Shit, how do I do this?"

Mo Ying started cursing immediately.

"This broken mirror is so funny!"

Su Mengyuan gritted his teeth tightly.

The bronze mirror bounced up and down even more violently, and occasionally tilted forward and backward, as if a person who was laughing so hard that he was bent over was mocking them crazily.

Before, the others might not have believed Qin Yangming's words that he regarded the bronze mirror as a child, but now they believed it.

This is simply a naughty kid.

It's really that the movements in the bronze mirror are too...