＝.＝.＝.＝.

After running for a while in vain, Honglian stopped and said speechlessly: "Stop running, it's a barrier."

"The barrier?" Hua Wuyue was stunned and said speechlessly: "Then why is Qin Mu... not affected?"

"Don't worry about him for now." Honglian's face was gloomy. Such spells like ghosts hitting the wall would actually happen to her. This was simply a shame. Honglian was a little crazy when she thought of it, and she was so angry that she was crazy.

A row of black lines appeared on Hua Wuyue's head, and she said with some depression: "Sister, there is no need to be so angry, isn't it just one... one... one ghost fight... no, one barrier, nothing."

Hua Wuyue originally wanted to say that ghosts hit the wall, but although they didn't know when they were trapped in, it was indeed ghosts hit the wall. But now Honglian is angry, of course she wouldn't say that ghosts hit the wall or something. They can get in such low-level condoms... Or is it that the barrier will be more high-end, elegant and upscale, and at least I feel a little awesome and a little awesome.

It was controlled by the barrier, not trapped by low-level things like ghosts hitting the wall. Well, that must be the case.

Hua Wuyue thought, looked at Honglian's already gloomy face, and said carefully: "Don't care about Qin Mu? He is in the dark..."

"I can't die." Honglian was in a bad mood, so she said, which was full of anger and looked angry: "Is there less unexplainable things happening to Qin Mu? This time is no exception, don't worry... Damn, I dare to trap me and don't deal with him to death."

Honglian's anger was getting heavier and heavier, and with a random stroke, it was full of flames.

Not far from Honglian and Hua Wuyue, two blood-red spots of light quietly lit up, and a sound came from a sinister way: "Sister Honglian, don't be fine."

"Is it you?" As soon as the two light spots came out, Honglian recognized them. Isn't these the black shadows just now at the auction house? Isn't the shadow's two bloody eyes like this?

Let’s talk about Qin Mu. Qin Mu, the unlucky child, kept chasing the light of the two star dots in front of him, and did not feel the red lotus behind him disappeared. Instead, he continued to run forward and stumbled. He didn’t even notice that the flames of the red lotus around him had disappeared.

Because Qin Mu only had that fire in his eyes and couldn't see anything else.

Qin Mu was far away and looked at the two balls of fire, and felt like he was stationary, but when he gradually got closer, he realized that the two balls of fixed and still blood-red light were two balls of beating flames.

They are two white candles.

Qin Mu ran to the candle panting, and the two balls of fire were beating very high. The candle was not the thin ones that I saw, but was as thick as a baby's arm, round. When I looked at it, Qin Mu even praised in his heart, "It's so grand."

When Qin Mu walked over, the surroundings were not very dark. Perhaps because of the firelight around him, he could illuminate the surroundings a little. I don’t know what kind of firelight it was. After all, even the flames of the red lotus could only illuminate a small area.

Behind the two candlelights is a door. When Qin Mu approached, he seemed to hear a faint sound of music.

The tone was very low. After listening to Qin Mu for a while, he was also considered a master of music. There were no sound-blind among all the witches. Otherwise, how could he pass on all the thirty-three witch songs for so many years? Even if Qin Mu cannot be called a master of music, he can still be considered a person who is slightly versatile. Why did he stand by the door and listen for a long time and couldn't hear what he was playing?

Qin Mu hummed for a while, and found that not only did he not be able to hear what the song was, but after humming, he forgot it.

"Strange thing." Qin Mu walked in directly.

It was a small house, with a total size of only seven or eight square meters, which was not as good as the small study on the second floor of Qin Mu's clinic. At least it could be in the small study room and a computer desk. This place would probably be a bit difficult.

There are two windows in the opposite door of the room. When you look at it from a distance, you can't see the scenery in the distance clearly, as if you were covered by something, with a slight red color. Thinking about it, even the flames of the red lotus can only shine for a few meters in this case. Not to mention these two candle flames, it would be great to allow Qin Mu to barely see the facilities in the room.

"You are here." Just as Qin Mu was standing at the door and looking around, he could hear such a sound suddenly coming from the room.

Qin Mu was shocked.

First, under such candlelight, he couldn't see clearly what was in this room, and secondly, he didn't expect anyone to be there.

"This...why are you doing with two candles at the door?" Qin Muxu didn't react at all for a moment, and even started chatting with the other party directly. His tone was like an old friend who had been familiar with him for several years.

"Memorial service." The other party also replied casually. At this time, Qin Mu only found the specific place of the other party by listening to the voice. It was between the two windows facing the door, and there seemed to be a shadow standing.

A black shadow that is about to blend with the surrounding area.

"Memorial?" Qin Mu blurted out in surprise, looked around the whole room, and then at the wall beside the door, perhaps at the beginning, he did not pay attention. When he looked over, there was a particularly large image standing there. Qin Mu couldn't see who was on it at all.

"Why, don't you come in." The man turned around, his voice a little familiar, as if he was an acquaintance of Qin Mu.

Qin Mu walked towards that direction. The black border, the surrounding paper flowers, and some fruits on the table made Qin Mu feel extremely uncomfortable, but when he approached, the uncomfortable feeling became more obvious, because he recognized the people of the photo, and was very familiar with it, and had been together for decades.

The black and white photo with a bright smile on his face was himself.

"Do you want to light a fragrance or something?" The man's voice sounded from behind. Qin Mu turned his head blankly and saw the man slowly walking out of the shadow. The white candle at the door was jumping rapidly. The man's face reflected a clearly extinct candlelight, but even so, he still saw the other person's face clearly.

Because that face is also him.
Chapter completed!