It was already dark, and the street was bustling with traffic, bright lights, and a bustling scene. Girls, dressed in camisoles, short skirts, short sleeves, and all sorts of beautiful clothing, came and went. Some men, unabashedly, surveyed their naked bodies.
The air was filled with liveliness and frivolity. A pair of beautifully dressed girls walked hand in hand past Ning Que while discussing the slightly plump girl in front of them.
The huge billboards are full of beauties of various styles, but most of them are slim, instilling in most girls the idea that thinness is beauty.
Ning Que looked at it, not knowing what to do. He put the iron egg in his hand in the air, and after two beeps, she stepped in again.
Wearing a small suspender, the girl who used to be a little fat girl has been reborn. She now has slender shoulders and a thin waist that can be held in one hand, and her thin arms and legs are covered with blue veins.
She was chatting and laughing with the girl in front of her, making various gestures from time to time. Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure outside the window and was stunned. She apologized to the girl in front of her and rushed out immediately.
She ran to that place, raised her head panting, looked around, and saw the people coming and going. She found that the person was gone, like a shadow that disappeared in a flash, and she felt a little lonely in her heart.
After walking back slowly, he saw the girl in front of him and forced a smile, "It's okay, I saw an acquaintance. By the way, let me tell you how to lose weight."
Then the two of them started chatting again, but it was obvious that her mind was not completely focused on it.
Everything is foggy, and nothing can be seen clearly. Only the rough outline can be seen. Fine water vapor adheres to the body, forming small water droplets. Wisps of mist weave layers of gauze curtains, which need to be slowly lifted to see what is inside.
Ning Que walked inside for a long time and really regretted it, ahhhh.
There was no response when she put the iron egg on it, as if it had run out of power. She threw the iron egg into the space and cursed inwardly, "What the hell! Why does it seem to have run out of power? There's not even a plug."
The fog grew thicker, as if to envelop him tightly, making him feel like a silkworm in a cocoon. Ning Que felt increasingly breathless, as if he were suffocating.
Finally, the front gradually became open and bright. Ning Que lifted the hanging silk thread and walked in.
A well-proportioned girl was lying on a mirror, covering her face with her hands, and her body was reflected in the mirror.
Ning Que called out tentatively, "Xiao Pingping, are you there?"
"What?" Surprisingly, he replied.
"You actually replied to me." Ning Que had just pulled off a piece of vine growing next to the mirror, and the vine in his hand moved a little and then broke into powder.
She picked up the gray powder and put it in her mouth to taste it. "Pooh, so bitter!"
"Why do you put everything in your mouth?"
Ning Que clapped his hands, and the powder in his hands fell directly. "Aren't you here? What kind of place is this? Why are all the dungeons and derivative places I go to so strange?"
"I'm still asking you something?" Yiping retorted immediately, then shrugged, "What's going on? Where have you been?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you!" Ning Que looked around. There was nothing here except fog and vines.
At this time, she cast her eyes on the naked girl.
Yiping saw his movements and immediately stopped him, "No, no, no! Don't move, let me go look for it."
The tentacles were cold, but after a while, a faint warmth seeped out from them, no different from human skin.
Ning Que held her neck with one hand and one of her ankles with the other and turned her over. Suddenly, many vines emerged from the mirror and wrapped around the girl's body.
Ning Que refused to let go, and neither did the vines. The two sides were in a stalemate, and her hideous face was faintly visible through the gaps in the vines in the mirror.
At this moment, there was a click, and a tiny crack appeared on the girl's right shoulder. Ning Que held on even tighter. The vines must have panicked, and more and more vines overflowed from it, piling up in the thousands.
It was like a cesspool had exploded.
Ning Que looked at the little girl in his arms, half of his leg was submerged in it, and he silently lifted the little girl in his arms a little higher.
"Hey, why don't you let go, otherwise this thing will definitely break into two pieces." Ning Que said tentatively to the vine.
His hand felt heavy and falling. Ning Que gritted his teeth and raised his hand a little higher, then he felt the force loosen.
"Hey, you're so nervous about this thing, it means it must be yours. I just wanted to take a look, even if it breaks, I won't feel bad."
When Yiping heard this, he just wanted to say, what a scoundrel.
Ning Que was heartless, shameless and without mercy at this time.
As soon as he finished speaking, the vines' strength became weaker and weaker, and there were even signs of them shrinking back.
She was delighted and wanted to turn her head over, but after a louder snapping sound, Ning Que stood there awkwardly with a head in his hand.
The vine seemed to be stunned, and then the branches began to tremble together like waves.
Brother, don’t panic!
Ning Que quickly turned his head back, only to find that the face was too familiar.
Why do I say so?
That's right, every time she washes her face, she sees this most familiar face.
Why is my face here? WOC, whoever violated my portrait rights, please apologize and pay compensation!
Ning Que slowly and carefully threw the head back, watching the vines slowly retract the head and then put it back, still staring at her motionlessly.
"What! What are you looking at? I haven't complained to you about violating my portrait rights!" Ning Que felt guilty. He stared at the sea snake-like vines while rummaging through the drawers in his space.
Why didn't you put herbicide in there in the first place? I regret it. Would insecticide work?
Suddenly, huge vines wrapped Ning Que up at lightning speed and dragged him into the mirror.
Before she could finish her exclamation, she was dragged in with her.
This is a world made entirely of mirrors, where the sky and the earth are one. Vines hang everywhere, and it is unclear whether they came from the ground or hung from the sky.
There is a slightly raised platform in the middle, and there seems to be something on it.
Ning Que took a few steps forward and then there was no reaction after a blue light swept across in front of him.
There was a piece of paper on it, the paper was wrinkled and the handwriting on it was very sloppy, it felt like it was written in a very urgent situation, or in other words, just some unwanted handwriting.
However, Ning Que feels more inclined to the first situation.
It said, "Drop that kid" and nothing else.
She picked up the paper and looked at it from beginning to end, shining a flashlight on it. Apart from this sentence, there was nothing else.
Ning Que wanted to go out, so he tentatively called out, "Is Xiao Pingping there?"
After a while, there was no sound, but instead a burst of electrical noise appeared.
In this damn place, there is no one around and I don’t even have the chance to write an SOS for help.
Ning Que planned that if it really didn't work out, he would just stay in his mirror house, eat and drink, and wait for Yiping to carry her back.
The whole environment here was quiet, very quiet. Ning Que lay flat on the ground with the paper in his hand, his left hand resting on the back of his head, looking at the paper, trying to find some clues from it.
The words on the paper that was wrinkled like marble seemed to be flying out. I don’t know what kind of mood the person was in when he wrote them.
Ning Que followed the traces on the paper and slid her fingers across it. Suddenly, she was stunned. How could it be so smooth to write?
Before she could think carefully, she heard Yiping's greeting, "Xiao Queque, are you there? This derivative book ends early."
Things started to shatter here in large pieces, with large and small pieces of broken glass suspended in the air, some of which had one or two vines coiled around them.
The particularly fat woman outside slowly lost weight as the yellow bubbles flew out. When she was very thin and well-proportioned, bubbles continued to flow out of her body. Then she became as thin as a stick, her skin tightly shrunk together, and her body was as skinny as grass exposed to the scorching sun, without any weight at all.
The woman in her arms slowly swelled up, her whole body inflated like a balloon, and her skin was stretched to form lines.
The angel clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and slowly rose into the air. Her holy wings covered most of the space. Surrounded by a circle of musical notes, small white dots of light appeared from the air and finally gathered into a ball of light in front of her.
The snow-white ball of light continuously glowed and heated up, and the yellowish bubbles crackled with sounds like firecrackers during Chinese New Year. And the two girls, like wax figures melting, their wrinkled skin and thick flesh slowly unfolded, and the white heat distorted the air in front of them.
They had absolutely no resistance.
After Yiping asked, Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "It seems like we can wrap this up outside."
Yiping: "Hmm?"
The noisy sound drowned out a slight ticking sound, and then a huge explosion sounded from above them. At that moment, the earth shook and a gust of air surged from the top. Large and small rocks were splashed in all directions with the momentum, followed by a scorching flame.
Yiping immediately turned his gaze to the other side. The villa was gone, only its fragmented frame standing there, and the rubble formed an uneven road surface. All the tree trunks and vines were charred black, their outer layers covered in flames. Occasional explosions made the flames sway constantly, and the tree trunks inside seemed to be struggling like a person.
Flames spread everywhere, and thick smoke rose into the sky, forming thick clouds that covered the entire river and sky. From time to time, large and small explosions sounded from the ground, as calm as a bubble rising from a pond, making the originally small gravel even smaller.
Yiping looked at the place that had been completely destroyed and asked, "What did you do behind my back?"
"Don't say that, as if I've done something to wrong you. It's just that you didn't talk to me before, and I threw one or two explosives in every corner."
"One or two in every corner! Tear them down! There won't be a single player left." Yiping's voice rose in pitch. "It's over, it's over, it's over."
"Well, isn't there still a chance of resurrection?" Ning Que felt from the tone that he seemed to have done something wrong.
"You know how difficult it is to resurrect someone, right? I have to work overtime again."
"How would I know I would be taken there? Otherwise, I would definitely be able to control the situation!" Ning Que felt aggrieved. He didn't know how long he had been staying in this godforsaken place. Otherwise, such a thing wouldn't have happened.
A man stood in front of the burning ruins and disappeared after a while.
The fire burned for four days and four nights. The charred and cracked earth, the dilapidated buildings and the foggy sky made the originally desolate place look even more terrifying.
Until a heavy rain blew down the dust suspended in the air, and on the ground, the flowing water outlined a criss-crossing groove, and the water slowly flowed along these grooves to the low-lying areas.
At this moment, a pile of rubble suddenly shook, followed by the sound of the pile collapsing. A man crawled out from it, and the two small piles of earth behind it also loosened a little, but there was nothing.
Many years later, late one night, the dark asphalt road seemed to have no end in sight. The bright lights illuminated the land beneath one's feet. A graceful girl, with two strange-looking wolfhounds leading behind her, walked slowly on the road. Her steps were very slow, like a slow snail.
A girl walking around here in the middle of the night makes people feel inexplicably worried.
Xiao Li, a newly appointed police officer, noticed this and quickly picked up the baton next to him, put on his coat and prepared to go out.
The old policeman who was napping nearby saw Xiao Li suddenly stand up and asked curiously, "Xiao Li, why did you go out?"
Xiao Li opened the door, and a biting cold wind rushed in instantly. The temperature in my room dropped several degrees in an instant. "There's a woman over there. I want to ask what's going on."
The old police officer turned sideways, wrapped the blanket around his legs tighter, closed his eyes, and mumbled, "Don't worry about it. This woman comes here almost every day."
Xiao Li asked, "Then what is she doing here?"
"I asked him before, and he seemed to be looking for a benefactor, or that he accidentally lost it or something." The old policeman added with a mumbling voice, his voice gradually becoming quieter, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment. "I think he has a problem with his brain. Don't worry about it."
Xiao Li looked at the figure slowly disappearing into the night, his steps moving slightly, but finally he retracted them.
Many years later, Xiao Li slowly became an old policeman. Late one night, his new apprentice noticed this figure coming and going day after day and wanted to go out.
He also wrapped the blanket on his legs again, just like the old policeman before him, and muttered, "Don't pay attention to her. This woman comes here almost every day."
His new apprentice pressed on, "Then what is she doing here?"
"I asked before, and he seemed to be looking for a benefactor, or that he accidentally lost it or something." He added mumblingly, his voice gradually becoming quieter, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment. "I think he has a problem with his brain. Don't worry about it."
Everything was just like that night, but with one slight difference. His apprentice rushed out and caught up with the figure.
The figure was still as graceful and youthful as ever, with two strange-looking wolfhounds following silently behind.
From then on, the city had another legend.
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