You are the monster...

Wanqi Linmu looked in the fog, and he didn't know what the picture appeared in the mirror meant.

The mirror did not pause and continued.

The picture gradually became brighter and turned back to the appearance of a small village.

In a shabby, simple, but cozy wooden house.

Mr. Shang's mother is folding the quilt.

"This kid is so old that he can't fold the quilt, it's really..."

Halfway through my mother's words, the quilt shook, and suddenly something fell out of it.

Kaga—

Falling on the ground.

When my mother looked down, her face changed immediately, pale...

"Children's father!Children's father! Come and see!"

The man walked in from outside: "What's wrong?"

The woman pointed at the thing on the ground, her fingertips trembling: "Mirror...the mirror...how is this thing here?!"

The man's face turned pale in an instant: "Why...this..."

"This thing cannot be touched, otherwise there will be a major disaster!"

"How could it be in Dabao's room!"

A mirror with quaint patterns lies quietly on the ground.

Scream-

The door was pushed open, and the little boy walked in from outside and said calmly: "I picked it up outside and took it back."

The little boy said, bent down to pick up the mirror.

Hiss-

The moment the little boy touched the mirror, he seemed to be a reflection in the pool water, disappeared for less than a second, and soon returned to his original form.

The little boy held the mirror, looked at the surprised parents, and raised a innocent smile: "What's wrong with this mirror?"

——He is not our child…

——That is a copy of the mirror coffin, a terrible evil ghost!

——It was all us who brought the mirror coffin out of the tomb.

——If it weren’t for greed at that time, it wouldn’t have become like this…

——That’s not our child, I want to find our son back!

The woman cried silently, covering her face.

Since then, the woman who has been taking care of her children at home has left the house, stayed away from home all day, and searched for her son outside all day.

But she found nothing.

Night falls.

It was already dark, and the woman dragged her tired body back.

At the doorstep, I met a man who was equally tired.

Both of them touched their heads, both shook their heads.

No one found their real son.

——Where does our son come from? He is not our son!

——He is just a mirror copy!

——My son...

——What to do, what to do!

The woman cried in a low voice, but the man didn't know how to comfort him.

——Don’t make a statement.

——You are too loud and will anger the mirror!

——Slowly, let’s look for it again…

Men and women return home on a slight and moon-long journey, creaking and pushing open the door.

The little boy sat in the darkness and did not go to bed.

Watch them quietly.

Huh—

The man and the woman took a silent air conditioner, staring at each other and daring to speak.

The little boy laughed, his big eyes shining in the dark, like two priceless gems.

"My mom and dad, are you hungry?"

"I've been back so late these days!"

"I've cooked for you!"

"It's a little cold, I'll go and heat you up again!"

The light was lit, and the faint light reflected the child's innocent smile, dark big eyes, and several dishes fried on the table.

The little boy's fingers were covered with wounds, big and small, and it was obvious that they were cut and burned when cooking.

The woman looked at the little boy deeply, and her resoluteness outside the door instantly turned into despair.

Suddenly he started crying, rushed over and knelt on his knees, hugging the little boy.

——He is our son!

——Exactly the same! It’s our son!

——How can I do it?

Think of him as a monster?

As the picture turned, men and women were talking in a low voice.

"You can't let the child know about the mirror coffin, he is so good."

"He is our child, even our child, and we cannot let others know about him."

"Mirror...what should I do with a mirror?"

The man created a clay frame and put the mirror in...

Wanqi Linmu looked at the scene in the mirror coffin and suddenly remembered that there was a mark of the Unqi clan in Mr. Shang's old house. There was a clay frame buried in the land. The pattern was exactly the same as the mirror coffin, but it was empty.

The picture begins to change again.

The owner, who had not appeared, appeared in the mirror again.

The shop owner stood domineeringly in the dilapidated wooden house.

"Your son is a monster!"

"Don't think that others don't know, I don't know. He is a monster!"

Of course others don’t know, but the owner knows it.

Because he personally dragged the dying little boy away and threw it into the desolate broken shed.

But the next day, the shop owner and his son Fugui saw the living Shang Dabao, and even Shang Dabao, who had no scars on his head.

Shang Dabao walked out of the house happily and went to play happily.

The owner of the shop was frightened and ran to check it out, but found that the little boy's blood had dried up and he was lying in the broken shed, dying thoroughly.

And another Shang Dabao…

That intact Shang Dabao.

He is a monster!

The shop owner used this to blackmail the little boy's parents.

A ferocious and greedy smile appeared on his face: "Your son is a monster. Do you want the whole village to know?"

"He is not Shang Dabao, he is the evil ghost who brought disaster to our village!"

The man yelled: "How did you know?"

The owner of the shop smiled grimly: "You don't need to know. As long as you know, if you don't do what I said, the whole village will know that your son is a monster. There will be Taoist priests and masters here to cast spells and drive away your son! Your family will never have peace!"

——We really don’t have money!
To be continued...