I'm modifying myself into the ultimate demon.

Chapter 110 The Ghost in the Mirror, The Red Wedding Dress!
The voice was even more sinister and hoarse than Chen Mo's, and just listening to it gave Ru Hua goosebumps.

Shhh!
Tang Qi made a shushing gesture and whispered, "Don't answer. Let's see what he has to say."

Ru Hua nodded in agreement, shrinking her neck, covering her mouth, and staring intently at the old Taoist's dark figure outside the door, not daring to breathe loudly.

Chen Mo felt alright, but he still kept an eye on Tang Qi. After all, it was his first time coming out with a noble family disciple to deal with ghosts, so he had a learning attitude in mind.

dong dong dong.

Seeing that no one responded, the old Taoist priest outside the door continued to knock, this time with more force and a colder voice.

"Would you like to hear a ghost story from this humble Taoist priest? If you don't like it, you don't have to pay."

There was still no answer from inside the room, so the old Taoist priest kept knocking on the door, repeating the same thing over and over. Eventually, the old Taoist priest became clearly anxious, and the knocking became more urgent, with a hint of anger in his voice.

Ru Hua trembled even more violently, her face turning deathly pale. She tugged at Chen Mo's sleeve and whispered, "Young Master Mo, will that old Taoist priest break down the door?"

Chen Mo didn't answer, but looked at Tang Qi beside him.

Tang Qi said softly, "Don't panic. Ordinary Yellow Page Ghosts follow certain patterns. As long as you don't fall into their Awakening Power trap, they'll be relatively easier to deal with."

Is the power of awareness trapped?
Chen Mo was very curious and wondered to himself: Could this old Taoist priest be a real ghost?
Thinking of this, Chen Mo dared not be careless. He began to slowly activate the power of the ghost bone, keeping a close eye on the door. He saw that the old Taoist was knocking on the door more and more urgently, and his voice was getting louder and louder.

Tang Qi still didn't reply.

Seeing Tang Qi's professional demeanor, Chen Mo remained silent.

The old Taoist priest knocked on the door for a good half hour before finally stopping. "I'll come back and ask again tomorrow," he said.

After saying that, the old Taoist's shadowy figure turned around and slowly disappeared into the distance.

Tang Qi said, "Miss Ruhua, that old Taoist priest has left. You can stay here peacefully for the night. Young Master Mo will come to redeem you tomorrow. Let's follow that old Taoist priest to see him."

Seeing the dark figure gradually disappear into the distance, Ru Hua agreed with relief and reminded the two young masters to be careful.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo and Tang Qi went out and followed the old Taoist priest all the way.

The old Taoist priest was acting strangely and walked with a shaky gait.

Taking advantage of a break in the pursuit, Chen Mo asked, "Young Master Tang Qi, why didn't you answer just now?"

Tang Qi said, "I'm not sure if this old Taoist is a ghost. If he is... then I can't answer him easily."

Chen Mo became even more curious: "Why is that?"

Tang Qi said, "Don't answer the ghost's questions. If you do, you'll fall into the ghost's trap."

Chen Mo pondered for a moment and found it reasonable, "Young Master Tang Qi is from a prestigious family, yet he couldn't tell whether the other party was a human or a ghost?"

Tang Qi said, "There are thousands upon thousands of ghosts, and their powers of perception are all different. Moreover, the power of perception can alter people's senses, making them quite difficult to distinguish. I won't lie to you, I have never seen a real ghost and lack experience."

Chen Mo: "..."

Tang Qi has never seen a real ghost...

So you've seen it yourself?
Black and white are impermanent?

At the time, Chen Mo couldn't decipher it; he only saw the white boxes representing the Black and White Impermanence. It was Guo Ziyu who said it was the Yellow Pages Ghost. This shows that Guo Ziyu had seen ghosts before.

As they spoke, the two followed the old Taoist priest through a series of corridors. Every time the old Taoist priest passed a door, he would knock on it a few times and ask the people inside if they wanted to hear a ghost story. He would say that if they didn't like it, they wouldn't have to pay.

Some of the girls didn't answer at all, while others refused outright. The old Taoist priest didn't go in, saying he'd come back tomorrow, and then he left.

In Chen Mo's view, the old Taoist's behavior was very strange.

But I can't quite put my finger on it.

Finally, the old Taoist priest went down to the first floor and then to the backyard.

The main building of Chunfeng Tower is five stories high, surrounded by several courtyards. The courtyard the old Taoist priest went to was a deserted courtyard that looked like it had been abandoned for many years.

The plaques on the gate of the courtyard were hanging upside down and crookedly, surrounded by cobwebs, and the walls were covered with vines.

But when the old Taoist priest reached the gate of the deserted courtyard, he actually crawled through the dog hole and went inside.

Tang Qi bit her finger, then touched her forehead with the blood, and then touched Chen Mo's forehead as well. "This is a bloodline secret technique that conceals all auras. Young Master Mo, come with me over the wall."

Chen Mo nodded in agreement and followed Tang Qi as they climbed over the wall into the courtyard.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, quite lush, which was suitable for Tibetans. After pushing through countless weeds, I approached the living room. I saw a dim oil lamp lit in the living room, and the old Taoist priest was kneeling in front of the incense table at the head of the table. On the incense table were offerings, and behind the offerings stood an oval bronze mirror about a foot tall.

The old Taoist priest then prayed before the bronze mirror, muttering incantations.

"Hey, fewer and fewer people like listening to my ghost stories anymore, it's really disappointing."

"Besides, those who listened to ghost stories were all useless; they all died. Not a single one persevered. In the end, they couldn't help me at all. Master, this old servant is sorry."

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest began to sob, looking extremely sad.

"Master and his wife came to Dayin Mountain to visit relatives together. How did they end up like this? How can this old servant survive alone?"

"Master, I am so sorry."

Hearing this information, Chen Mo felt a chill run down his spine.

Jiang Hongyue did not come to Dayin Mountain to visit relatives alone?
Is the old Taoist's master related to Jiang Hongyue?

This is getting weirder and weirder.

Not long after, the old Taoist priest composed himself, bowed several times before the bronze mirror, and then offered incense to it. The incense smoke miraculously drifted into the bronze mirror.

The old Taoist priest got up, went back to the room on the left side of the living room to sleep, and then turned off the light.

The living room was quiet, except for a gust of wind that blew in and made the countless candle flames flicker.

Chen Mo and Tang Qi hid behind the lush reeds, and there was no movement from the living room for a long time.

Chen Mo then spoke up: "Young Master Tang Qi, what should we do now?"

Tang Qi gritted his teeth: "Waiting like this isn't going to work. Let's go and capture the old Taoist priest first. Remember, no matter what the old Taoist priest says, don't answer. Just grab him."

Chen Mo agreed.

Immediately, the two rushed into the living room and headed straight for the bedroom on the left side of the living room.

Upon entering the bedroom, Tang Qi went straight to the bed, making a grabbing motion with both hands, while Chen Mo followed closely behind.

But... when we got to the bed, we found that there was no one there.

Empty.

Only a chilling, damp atmosphere remained in the air.

The room had stone walls on all four sides and no door. There was only a window facing the courtyard, but that window was locked. The roof was also intact.

Tang Qi immediately checked the ground but found no hidden compartments or secret passages.

Even Tang Qi, a scion of a noble family, couldn't help but feel a chill: "Where is he? A perfectly healthy person, with flesh and blood, just vanished like that?"

Chen Mo, however, stared at a mirror on the desk. Recalling the scene of the old Taoist priest kneeling and worshipping the bronze mirror in the living room, he said, "Young Master Tang, look, there's a mirror here too."

Tang Qi immediately turned around and looked at the square bronze mirror on the desk. He rushed over, picked it up, and examined it. He didn't find anything special; it was just an ordinary mirror.

"Does Young Master Mo think there's something wrong with this mirror?"

Chen Mo shook his head: "I don't know. But it's really strange that this old Taoist could disappear into thin air."

Tang Qi examined the mirror again and dismissed the possibility: "A broken mirror cannot make someone disappear into thin air. There must be a secret passage here. Let me take a closer look."

After saying that, Tang Qi began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, causing the entire room to fill with a pungent dust. Chen Mo, however, felt that it might be related to Jianzi, and feared that Tang Qi was looking in the wrong direction.

Adding to the fact that the place was so dusty that it was unbearable for anyone to stay, Chen Mo left the room and went to the living room.

With all six senses activated, Chen Mo looked around and found that the living room was small and simply furnished, with candlesticks on both sides filled with candles and only an incense table.

The altar was old and dilapidated, with fruit and sacrificial meat laid out on it, the meat already rotting. The incense in the burner was still burning, but the smoke flowed into the oval mirror.

Chen Mo's gaze locked onto the mirror, and he examined it closely.

I've seen ancestral tablets on altars, as well as statues of bodhisattvas and evil spirits, and all sorts of other kinds of sculptures. But to enshrine a mirror is truly bizarre.

Chen Mo slowly walked towards the mirror.

Upon approaching the table, I noticed that the basin was covered in dust and incense ash. Yet, the smoke from the incense continued to seep into it.

Chen Mo reached out and brushed the dust off the mirror, then looked into it...

……

After seeing Chen Mo and Tang Qi off, Ru Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He closed the door and then bolted it shut.

"That old Taoist priest has finally left tonight. As is customary, he won't come back after he leaves. I can finally get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow, Young Master Mo will come to redeem me, and I can live a good life from now on."

Thinking of this, Ru Hua was very happy.

However, upon returning to the round table and seeing the letter Xie Dong had left behind, Ru Hua's expression darkened again. She picked up the letter and read it once more.

As I read, tears streamed down my face, dripping onto the letter and leaving tiny, damp spots.

"My love, I know you are good to me. I have been in this brothel for so many years, and I have always been regarded as a lowly and shameless person. Even I despise myself. I know you treat me well. It is a pity that God is not on my side and has made me miss out on such a good husband as you. I am unlucky and not worthy of you."

“How could I possibly be worthy of Xie Lang’s concern? Tomorrow, when I leave, I will go to Xie Lang’s coffin to pay my respects and keep vigil for him for three months.”

Ru Hua read the letter as she spoke.

After reading the letter, Ruhua put it back in the envelope. Seeing a stack of silver notes beside it, she also carefully put them away. "This is the money Xie Lang gave me to redeem myself. I will give it to Young Master Mo tomorrow. I can't let Young Master Mo pay extra. I will consider it Xie Lang's money to redeem me. After I keep vigil for Xie Lang, I will go to a secluded place to live. Xie Lang died because of me, so I will never marry again in this life."

After putting away the letter, Ru Hua sat down in front of the dressing table and began to do her makeup in front of the mirror. Looking at her face in the mirror, Ru Hua smiled through her tears.

"I must dress myself up beautifully. Tomorrow, after I redeem myself, I will go to Xie Lang's grave to visit him. I want Xie Lang to see me at my best."

She was laughing and crying at the same time.

She took out a comb, styled her hair in the mirror into Xie Dong's favorite bun, and put on a silver hairpin.

"My love, this silver hairpin was a gift from you. I've always been reluctant to wear it for anyone else. May I wear it for you tomorrow?"

"And this rouge, it was also a gift from Xie Lang to me. I usually can't bear to wear it, but I'll put it on today. I'll show it to Xie Lang tomorrow."

Ru Hua took out the rouge box, carefully opened it, and then applied it to her face.

Before long, Ruhua was dressed up like a bride.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Ru Hua smiled radiantly, "Thank you, my love..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ru Hua's pupils suddenly dilated, and her eyes looked like they were about to pop out.

She was shocked to see the old Taoist priest appear in the mirror, walking towards her from a great distance.

Ru Hua was startled and turned around abruptly to look.

She instinctively assumed that the old Taoist priest had sneaked in and was standing behind her, and that he had been seen in the mirror.

However, when Ru Hua turned around to look, she found that there was nothing behind her, and the old Taoist priest was nowhere to be seen.

brush!
Ru Hua suddenly turned to look at the mirror, and clearly saw the old Taoist priest in it. He was slowly walking towards her from a great distance…

"what!"

Ru Hua was startled and jumped up, backing away step by step.

However, the old Taoist priest continued to walk closer and closer into the mirror.

"how come……"

pat.

Ru Hua was so frightened that she sat down on the ground with a thud. She tried to run away frantically, but found that a special force had bound her, and her hands and feet were not under her control.

Ru Hua then cried out for help.

But no one responded.

Unable to move, Ru Hua could only stare intently at the mirror.

The old Taoist priest in the mirror walked closer and closer, and finally, they could even hear footsteps coming from the mirror.

Da da da.

The footsteps are getting closer and closer.

The old Taoist's figure grew larger and larger, getting closer and closer to the mirror.

Finally, the old Taoist priest approached the mirror... and surprisingly, he stepped directly out of the mirror and spoke in a sinister tone.

"Would you like to hear a ghost story from this humble Taoist priest? If you don't like it, you don't have to pay."

"what!!!"

……

Chen Mo swept the dust off the mirror and looked at the bronze mirror that was being offered up.

At first, the mirror was ordinary, empty, reflecting Chen Mo's pale and handsome face.

Upon closer inspection, there's nothing special about it.

Chen Mo then turned and left.

But just as Chen Mo turned to leave, he was startled to see a shadow moving in the mirror.

"Ok?"

Are you seeing things?

Chen Mo turned back to look at the bronze mirror again, and then gasped.

The mirror reflected a room, but this wasn't the living room it depicted; it was a bridal chamber. Red cloth, red carpets, and red embroidered balls were everywhere.

Next to the bed was a dressing table, in front of which sat a woman dressed in a bright red Xiuhe dress, turned to the side and dressed up.

But the woman was clearly wearing a red veil.

Who does hair and makeup with a red veil covering their face?

brush!
Chen Mo quickly turned around and looked around the living room. Everything around him was the same as before, completely different from the scene in the mirror.

Chen Mo then turned back to look at the woman in red makeup in the mirror.

Just then, the woman in the Xiuhe dress seemed to realize someone was watching her, so she stopped what she was doing and slowly turned her head towards Chen Mo...

(End of this chapter)