The weird invasion started with an almost kiss with a weird person

Li Yue said:

"I know your concerns, but onomatopoeia insects can only simulate sounds, and do not have the logic and ideological connotation of human language. "

They can't even express a complete sentence.

Yi Xu disagreed: "In the Blood Moon World, the lower the level of the weird creatures, the lower their IQ, but as the level increases, their intelligence becomes higher.

"I'm not sure if that law applies here.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere cooled down again, because this possibility was very high.

At this moment, Cheng Qing, who had been silent, said: "I think this recording should still have a certain authenticity, and the baby's cry at the end just corresponds to Li Yue's point of view."

"That baby cry, with no logic and no connotation, should be a big evidence that the onomatopoeia insect lures the owner of the mobile phone.

"Well, at any time, it is always a very good means to make people feel compassionate, and then kill. Yi Xu nodded, and then asked, "Where did you find this parasitic human?"

Li Yue scratched his head and recalled: "It's near the apartment, but there is an identity mark on his body."

He took out a nameplate that read Hotel Manager Li Xu, and on the back of the nameplate was the specific location of the hotel.

"I've been to this hotel several times and it's not too far, a twenty minutes away. Li Yue said.

"Then we can be fully prepared and go to the local hotel to find out the coordinates of the Taoyuan Shelter. Yi Xu suggested, "Here are some death crystals that you can try to absorb."

"Please note, don't be greedy, digest it completely and then use the next death crystal.

After he finished speaking, he threw the crystals out and fell into the hands of several people.

The level of these crystals is too low, even if Yi Xu uses it, it basically has no benefit, and it is better to strengthen his friends.

"Big guy, you are so generous, I really thank you!" Li Yue almost hugged Yi Xu's thigh and sang to conquer.

Cheng Qing said: "The first time I saw you, I knew you were a good person.

Wang Ming also showed a friendly smile.

To be honest, the last time I heard this kind of compliment was the last time. Yi Xu said, "It's always a bit weird to issue a good person card." "

Alright, I'll go first, I still have something to do, let's put our plans to explore the hotel in two days."

"By the way, Brother Yi, have you ever seen a hanged ghost, which looks a little stupid. Li Yue asked a second before Yi Xu left.

"Well, it seems that there is, there is a self-defeating emperor hanged ghost in my room, I don't know if it's the one you said. "

Ahh

In the early hours of the morning, the shadow of the moon drifted.

A figure remained in the closed room like ink, silently waiting for something.

In front of him, a slightly quaint silver mirror was deep and dark, two miserable white candles stood on the left and right, the blood-red wick hung down, and the three incense sticks were ethereal, very terrifying.

On each side of the mirror hang two couplets in black on a white background.

A figure was refracted in the mirror, with a pale face and a handsome appearance, which was the beginning of the death of Yi Xu.

The mirror is a yin-yang rotating mirror.

Since Yi Xu intends to build a dual-domain combat system, the necessary preparations are definitely needed.

There is a weak spellcaster in the realm of power, and once all the summons are killed, they will be killed on the spot.

The loss of energy in the spiritual realm is too serious, and without the support of strength, it will also fall into a bitter battle.

The combination of the two can just make up for all the shortcomings.

Thinking of this, Yi Xu snapped his fingers, and several sparks popped out of his fingers and jumped on the wick of the candle.

Two pale flames rose up, without any temperature, on the contrary, you could feel the cold that overflowed from them.

The flames slowly twisted, fused with each other, weaving into a blurred figure.

The Yin-Yang Wheel Mirror requires a ritual to transform one's dark side, and this ritual is a funeral gift for oneself.

Yi Xu rubbed the mirror, stared at himself in the mirror tightly, and recited his name word by word:

"Yi Xu, Yi Xu......"

Each time he recited, the surrounding tones would be a little darker again, and his shadow became longer and longer and more condensed under the influence of candlelight.

The figure in the mirror is becoming less and less like him, and even curved with a weird smile.

A minute passed, and Yi Xu didn't know how many times he had recited his name, and gradually, he felt his overlapping voices echo in the darkness.

It's just that the timbre of the two voices is completely different, and the other voice is even more cold and quiet.

"Coming to success?" Yi Xu said silently, reading more energetically.

Immediately, his fingertips cracked open at some point, and blood flowed onto the mirror, outlining his birth and death.

The

two flames were extinguished by some unknown influence, and the white candle fell down and shattered into several pieces.

The whole space went dark.

In the dark, one's sense of hearing and touch becomes more sensitive.

Yi Xu could clearly feel that a cool breath ran down his back and spread to his neck.

Immediately after, his shoulders sank, and a pair of cold arms wrapped around his neck and came to his ear:

"Yi Xu, you are finally dead, and when you become a ghost, anger will occupy your heart, and I will replace your reason and become you, hahaha." "

Hahaha!"

The laughter grew more and more distorted.

Yi Xu's eyes barely adapted to the darkness, and through the refraction of the mirror, he saw that there was a dark shadow behind him.

The shadow looked exactly like him, but his body was full of hideous marks, which was terrifying.

"I'm going to imprison your sanity in the depths of consciousness. The Shadow continued.

Yi Xu was unmoved, still silently reciting his name in his mouth, but his reddened fingertips wrote the last stroke of the dead era.

When all the rituals were done, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Bang!

The quaint mirror actually shot out an incandescent light, and suddenly shrouded the shadow's body, and the blood words turned into chains, trapping his limbs.

On the side of Yi Xu's head, a dark shadow was sucked into the mirror, and it was difficult to escape.

"Let me out. The shadow roared, and the mirror began to swell outwards under his struggle.

"Since I dare to summon you, there must be a foolproof solution. Yi Xu flicked his hand, and all the ritual items flew up.

The green smoke is ecstasy, the interlocking trap, the wax oil becomes a shield, and it sticks to the mirror.

All ordinary things, in rituals, have their own effects.

"Finally got you, my dark side. Yi Xu sneered, "I took a lot of effort to catch you!" "

You look like me." The voice of the figure in the mirror was sharp.

"Put the cart before the horse. Yi Xu seized the initiative and did not give in: "You are just a copy of me, to be precise, my slave." "

The yin and yang wheel mirror, reflecting the dark side of the human heart, is undoubtedly creating an independent personality, which is very dangerous.

Before Yi Xu could use it, the mirror issued three warnings telling him not to let go of his dark side for too long, or he would run away.