Chapter 55: Before Shang and Zhou

  I suddenly saw a serious and solemn expression on Bazaar's face, which was a kind of growth.

  That was a kind of growth from childhood nature but excessive in adulthood, he grew up.

  After witnessing Pakhae's death, I grew up in an instant.

  I don't know if it's cruel or lucky? Anyway, the cost of this growth is too high.

  "I won't go with you, I can only send you off up to here." Baza was no longer the laughing and joking version of himself from before, instead he wore a serious and solemn expression, saying this firmly.

  "How will you get back?" I asked anxiously.

  A person's death can bring a heavy burden to people, and I'm afraid of another incident like Xiao Baizhi happening again.

  Bazaar saw my doubts and said, "I won't commit suicide."

  "We are more familiar with the desert than you, I will take care of myself, the place you're going to is more terrifying than you can imagine, no one sees life, no one sees death, that's just a saying, the terrifying things are yet to come. I couldn't think of any excuse for those old men's advice anymore, and some things have to be believed, even though my education level is high, those things are still inexplicable."

  Baza's words hit the nail on the head, from the moment they entered the old forest, what they saw was not a situation where no one was alive and no corpses were seen, but rather, the strange events that had been following them all along had never stopped.

  I moved my mouth, but didn't say a word, and I didn't know what to say either. The old professor looked at Xiao Bo with some blame, but Xiao Bo said: "Absolutely cannot let anyone delay our action, teacher, don't forget this."

  As soon as she finished speaking, I suddenly gasped for air. This woman was not ordinary in her ruthlessness; in this regard, she was absolutely more ruthless than Huang Daxian.

  I suspect that having her kill someone would be much easier for her than talking about romance, and I think that if one day she were asked to kill a loved one beside her, she would definitely do so without any hesitation.

  Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Fortunately, I didn't have the idea of liking him, otherwise it would be even more miserable than Yu Gang.

  The old professor lowered his head, unable to see his expression, and only heard him say slowly: "I haven't forgotten, it's just that this thing is not suitable for me, too bloody and violent."

  Xiao Bo listened and just gave a cold laugh, then walked towards the table.

  At this time, Bazaar glanced at me, his face anxious, and he whispered: "You'd better leave now, it's still possible."

  His face was extremely painful, with a hint of indelible pain flashing in his eyes, as if he were suffering from immense torture.

  I've never seen Bazaar look like this before. Not even when Pakha died earlier did he show such an expression.

  "What's wrong?" My heart tightened, as if I had realized something was amiss, and that subconscious sense of crisis suddenly attacked me.

  Yu Gang also noticed the change and was full of doubt, staring at Baza as if trying to see through him.

  "I feel something, I hope it's not what I think it is. You'd better leave quickly, or else it will really be like Hai Zi said." Baza shook his head violently and grasped at the hair on his forehead with a warning expression.

  As soon as these words fell, Yu Gang's and my faces simultaneously turned dark, I reckon he also thought of the meaning behind these words.

  So many people have died. Is it really going to be like what they said? Are you all going to die? Will all of us die?

  I know, one or two people can be a coincidence, but such strange things have never stopped.

  My mind was full of doubts, and just as I was about to ask for clarification, Xiaobo suddenly whispered, "She's gone."

  When we heard the sound, we immediately turned our heads to take a look. The old lady in a flower-patterned skirt who was originally standing inside the stone room with her legs crossed had now sat down at the wooden table. Her two hands were still hidden in her sleeves, and it was unclear what she was holding inside. It all felt very eerie.

  That face full of wrinkles, the skin and 'flesh' are almost stuck together, can't tell where is 'flesh', where is bone, my feeling is that it's just a skeleton.

  Although I knew it was an illusion, the scene was so realistic that it sent shivers down my spine.

  "This old woman looks really pitiful." Yu Gang said with a sigh, his voice cold and harsh.

  The fear that I couldn't hide in my heart, especially when looking at the old woman, had a strange feeling, it was particularly eerie, as if someone was monitoring me, but it was just an illusion.

  Just as he finished speaking, he walked towards the wooden table. Before I could stop him, the old woman who was originally sitting at the wooden table suddenly disappeared. Yu Gang was shocked and stared blankly at the wall, as if he had discovered a new continent. He beckoned to me: "Chen Cu, come quickly and take a look at this thing."

  I saw his face was a bit puzzled, but I didn't think much of it and quickly ran over. Only then did I notice that on the wall there were two mirrors in the shape of a arch, about three meters long. The edges of the mirror had a layer of gold carvings, very small, with extremely fine craftsmanship. If you use a magnifying glass to take a closer look, you can see that they are all carved with images of evil spirits and fierce demons.

  I shone my flashlight, bent down and examined this mirror that was taller than me. I looked very carefully at the exquisite workmanship of this mirror, and the glass surface was quite strange. It should have been embedded in the stone wall for some time, but overall it looked very clear, as if not a speck of dust had landed on it.

  Antiques of the world, when they have not been dug up from underground for a long time, are mostly covered with dust. However, this mirror is so smooth that it doesn't even get dusty.

  "Chen Cu, you're not an archaeologist or anything, look at this and tell me what era it's from?" Yu Gang asked excitedly, his eyes shining with a starry light, as if he had spotted money.

  I thought to myself, surely he wouldn't think of swindling some money on his way back?

  I stared at the mirror in front of me, wondering what era it was from.

  Because the mirror is arched, I see my own face in the mirror with an expression that makes me feel like crying and laughing at the same time. At that moment, I think it's very interesting, so I make a silly face, and because the mirrors on both sides are symmetrical, they can reflect four or five layers of shadows.

  "My god, hit me, am I seeing things?" Yu Gang poked me hard and shouted in fright.

  He called out like this, and everyone walked in front of the mirror, curiously sizing each other up.

  I followed Yu Gang's line of sight and looked over, and for a moment I felt like I had fallen into an ice cave. In the reflection on the mirror in the upper right corner, there was a person with a gloomy face staring at me.

  Who is that person?

  At that moment, I only felt my legs start to tremble. The most fearful time in front of the mirror is when you see a person in the mirror who doesn't look like yourself. This feeling for me was really too strange.

  I know this original mirror will reflect a person's entire proportion in a very strange way, but the mouth won't deform. The reflection in the mirror, his facial expression is somewhat solidified, somewhat gloomy, as if he is sizing up prey, coldly staring at me, making me feel like I'm being peeped at, and it gives me goosebumps in an instant.

  Yu Gang slapped himself in the face, his eyes still staring dead at the mirror. He looked shocked and was on the verge of tears: "Damn it, I saw a different me inside."

  I suppressed my voice and said in a low tone, "I also saw myself."

  It's normal to see yourself in the mirror, but what I saw was the me in the mirror, with an expression that didn't match mine, it felt like it wasn't me.

  At this time, Xiao Bo's face sank, and he said coldly, "Teacher, have you seen this mirror?"

  The old professor shook his head violently, looking utterly shocked. "Last time I came in here," he said, "I don't recall seeing a mirror like that."

  All of us stared at the mirror and studied it, just like those old men in the research institute, and when we saw something strange and weird, we got excited as if we had seen a goddess.

  "This mirror is freaking weird." Huang 'Mao' cursed.

  Nonsense, can you see several of yourself in a regular mirror? Only circularly designed mirrors will have this effect, overlapping all those shadows together.

  "Chen Cu, look at this and tell me what era this mirror is from. What does the floral pattern on it mean?" Yu Gang asked, looking at me.

  The attention just now was attracted by the shadow of a person reflected in the mirror, and the carvings on the edge of the mirror were forgotten.

  I hastily shone the flashlight over, and the carvings on top were extremely ancient. The 'flower' carvings seemed to be imitated with very rough tools, but those 'flower' carvings were incredibly delicate, damn it looked just like real ones. I thought that this carving technique was very old, and the era was long gone. Of course, in that era, there was no printing version at all, and it was extremely difficult to manufacture a identical 'flower' carving.

  The 'flower' carving on the edge of the mirror is relatively symmetrical, that is to say, the 'flower' carving on the opposite side is exactly the same as what I am looking at now.

  "Little brother, what era is this mirror from? Can you tell?" The old professor's interest was also very great, he pushed his glasses and asked me.

  "It's still uncertain now, from the 'flower' carving on the mirror, this kind of carving technique already existed before the Shang and Zhou dynasties, but the craftsmanship of this carving, I really can't see which school it belongs to."