Chapter 81 My ID number is...

"Xiao...Xiaochen, what should we do?" Sister Hong was at a loss. Jiang Chen was her only lifeline.

However, she shouted twice but received no response.

Sister Hong mustered up her courage, tilted her head slightly, and glanced back. The next moment, she felt her heart tighten and her fear became even stronger.

The scene before my eyes was too weird.

Jiang Chen, whom she regarded as her life-saving straw, was now leaning forward with his face close to the female ghost, almost touching the bloody and horrible ghost face.

He looked serious, as if listening intently to something. Such a strange behavior was more frightening than the reincarnation of a female ghost.

"this……"

"What the hell is going on? Is this ghost so powerful?"

Sister Hong thought of a possibility.

That means Jiang Chen was also deceived.

She still leaned against the steering wheel, leaning forward as far as possible, revealing her charming curves in a slightly embarrassing posture.

However, Sister Hong couldn't care less about these things. She only felt a wave of horror deep in her heart.

A scary female ghost who got into my car without me noticing when.

The only companion who has become extremely abnormal.

Sister Hong had almost anticipated her own miserable ending.

“Hu~Hu~”

She was breathing heavily, not daring to move, her heartbeat reaching an unstoppable rate, the fear deep in her heart almost driving her crazy.

Just at this moment.

"Okay, I understand." Jiang Chen's voice sounded like heavenly music to Sister Luo Hong's ears.

"Xiaochen, are you okay?"

"Sister Hong, it has something to tell you."

"Ah? It?" Sister Hong was stunned.

"Yes, have you forgotten? This should be the cousin you told me about."

Hearing this, Sister Hong suppressed her fear, tilted her head slightly, and looked carefully.

After a moment, her eyes widened and she barely recognized that this was the cousin who smashed all the mirrors in the house and then ran away into the back mountain.

I'm not familiar with her, but she still remembers me? Doesn't she want to hurt me?

Is this the blood bond between relatives?

Sister Hong was overwhelmed with emotion. Her tense body relaxed slightly and she turned her head. "What did she want to tell me?"

At this time, although the female ghost still looked scary, Sister Hong felt much less terrified.

At the same time, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, and she felt a little sorry for her cousin.

"Oh." Jiang Chen smiled. "She said you're going to die soon. If you don't believe me, look in the mirror. You'll see your death scene reflected there."

"She also said, come and accompany me quickly, it's so cold in the mirror."

As he finished speaking, the female ghost raised her head and gave Sister Hong a creepy smile.

The white eyes revealed an endless chill.

Sister Hong's body suddenly stiffened.

All the warmth in my heart was gone. This dead cousin was clearly cursing me. This might even be a sign that she was about to harm others!

"Oh, by the way, she also said that if you get closer to the mirror, you can hear her voice." Jiang Chen said again.

You can see that the female ghost murmured with her lips, but the sound was very low, so Jiang Chen had to move closer and listen carefully to her words.

"Mirror……"

After hearing this, Sister Hong moved away from the rearview mirror as much as possible.

Her actions gave Jiang Chen some inspiration. He stroked his chin, thoughtfully saying, "It's very likely that the ghost outside is just an illusion, and the real ghost is actually in the mirror?"

"...What should I do?" Sister Hong looked at Jiang Chen in confusion.

"Since this is your cousin's only last wish after her death, you should fulfill it." Jiang Chen pondered for two seconds and gave an answer.

“…” Sister Hong was obviously reluctant and didn’t dare to look in the mirror.

"Sister Hong, think about it, how many people can live to witness their own death? Aren't you curious?" Jiang Chen coaxed.

His words made Sister Hong's heart tighten, and she began to suspect again that Jiang Chen might have been bewitched by a ghost for a long time.

I struggled internally for a moment.

Sister Hong clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and tilted the rearview mirror downwards.

She looked in the mirror and saw that she looked horrible. Her face was covered in blood, her head was deformed from being squeezed, and a mixture of white brain matter and blood was flowing down her face.