The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 379 A bright future
For sun-lovers, early spring in Seattle can be a tough season.

Affected by the temperate oceanic climate, this city in the northwest corner of the federation rarely stops drizzling from November to March of the following year. The sky is always gray, with heavy clouds that seem to be pressing down at any time, making it hard to breathe.

The same is true tonight.

The raindrops kept hitting the window, making a subtle and monotonous sound, as if nature was humming a lullaby, making people gradually fall asleep in the endless waiting.

However, somewhere in the suburbs, there is a light that is still on.

Although it is still some distance away from the standard of some people's dream big house, the three-story house with white walls and red tiles is considered a decent property among the local middle class.

But the state of preservation is really poor... the door frame is dull in paint, the walls are damp and black, and there are green and yellow weeds under the steps. It is obvious that no one has taken care of it after experiencing many years of withering and flourishing.

This is understandable. Ever since the owner of the house suddenly became mentally ill more than ten years ago, killed his wife, seriously injured his two children, and then committed suicide by shooting himself, this place has become a well-known haunted house. No matter how hard the agent tried, he couldn't sell it.

Since the mansion has never changed hands, the person who appeared here could naturally be no one other than the original owner.

What prompted them to break through their knots and return to this sad place was the origin of all the misfortunes...

In the spacious room, most of the furniture had been cleared out, and the floor was filled with five or six cameras and a bunch of strange things.

Two figures, a man and a woman, were hastily arranging something.

"Kelly, are you sure it's okay to do this?" The brown-haired young man unfolded a bundle of silver steel wire and carefully wrapped it around the groove of the pulley. Then he turned around and asked the older sister next to him nervously.

As if the weight was not enough, the woman added two more iron plates on both sides of the huge metal dumbbell, pulled the mechanism to hang it in the air, and then freed her hands to tie up her long golden-red hair.

She looked determined, encouraging herself and her brother: "You can do it, Tim. I spent three months thinking about this plan."

The woman gnashed her teeth and said, "Get ready and leave. When the time is up, the dumbbell will automatically smash this damn thing into pieces, and avenge my father and mother."

As they spoke, they all looked towards where the camera was focused.

It was a full-length mirror leaning against the wall. The glass was half a person's height and dim and deep. The rectangular wooden frame had blurred patterns and was covered with a thick layer of oxidized patina. It looked like an antique from at least one or two hundred years ago.

Suddenly, the mirror seemed to light up, and the brother and sister felt a numbness on their feet, and a cold and slippery feeling mixed with severe pain. They looked down quickly and saw that they were seeing colorful poisonous snakes biting them madly.

Tim was so frightened that he kicked and threw the parts away and was about to run away, but was held firmly by a hand.

"Don't be afraid, it's just an illusion in your mind!"

Kelly tightly grasped the electronic camera in her hand and calmly looked through the lens. The so-called snake group was actually just a tangle of rubber wires.

She stared at the ancient mirror and sneered, "You are scared, right? You want to scare us to death with hallucinations, just like you killed Mom and Dad!"

The woman spoke softly, her expression showing a hint of excitement: "It was for revenge that I majored in psychology in college. Don't try to trick me!"

Now that they had seen through the trick, the two were no longer afraid. Next, the bloody female ghost, the burning flames, and the terrifying demonic shadow appeared one after another, but they could no longer stop their actions.

After setting the timer, the brother and sister left their old home, letting the cold rain hit their faces. They looked through the clear window and suddenly pressed the remote control button from afar.

The nearly 100-jin steel object slid down with a bang, following the traction of the steel cable, swung in a large arc, and slammed into the ancient mirror.

...the two figures in front!
The brother and sister's eyes blurred and they looked up in surprise. How could they have run out of the house? They were clearly still standing in front of the mirror. Everything that happened just now was actually an illusion!

"Pfft."

Scarlet blood and gray brain matter scattered everywhere, painting new colors on the faded mirror.

The lights flickered a few times and then went out, as if mourning the tragedy of the annihilation of the entire family.

However, in the eyes of the instigator, human lives are just a little seasoning.

A hazy light and shadow emerged from the mirror, and sighed with disdain and sneer: "Modern people are really smart. The tricks are even funnier than those of the court clowns in the past." The light and shadow stuck together like mist, forming a vague female figure, who raised her hand and gently beckoned.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. The souls that died under the mirror are under her authority and control. If they are collected and accumulated, they will always be useful.

However, the expected soul fire did not rise, but instead, there was a sharp sword light that seemed to be able to split the mountains!
"Fuck! I finally caught you!"

The boy's [corpse] suddenly shattered, and among the countless pieces of paper, a bald black man jumped up, and his simple silver-gray long sword cut through the space. In an instant, the man and the weapon seemed to merge into one, turning into a bright rainbow!

The figure in the mist was instantly torn into pieces, scattering into tiny specks of light.

The strike hit the target, but the demon hunter elder known as the "Blade Warrior" suddenly felt something was wrong:

The light and shadows around him refracted and changed, and he didn't know when he had fallen into a kaleidoscopic space.

If there is a third person watching at this time, he will be surprised to find that the image of the black man floats on the surface of the ancient mirror and makes sword-dancing and fighting movements, while the misty woman stands beside it without moving.

"Damn hound, its nose is really sensitive." Knowing that she couldn't trap the other party for a few seconds, she cursed angrily and her figure became ethereal and was about to disappear.

At this moment, the room was brightly lit from all directions, and the eight trigrams of "Qian, Dui, Li, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, and Kun" were arranged in an orderly manner. A vast spiritual power circulated and blocked the void, cutting off her possibility of escape.

Kelly's [corpse] turned into a paper man, and the clear and elegant voice accompanied the handsome old man in gray turning over and jumping up.

"This honorable... Madam? We have been looking for you for a long time. Please take some time to talk."

Before he could finish his words, the hazy mist suddenly collapsed, revealing a glass lens, which then shattered into pieces, destroying itself without a sound.

The decisiveness of his actions and the ruthlessness of his will threw all of Lai Henry's carefully prepared words into the water. He was choked and couldn't help but burst into swearing:
"Damn it, you are indeed the thousand-year-old demons who have survived the Dharma Ending Age. Each of you is more slippery than a loach soaked in oil. Where is your status and dignity? Where is the pride of the strong?"

It's no wonder he lost his composure. Ever since the exploration of Skull Island, they learned that there was a group of mysterious beings suspected to be powerful old men hiding in the darkness, so they joined hands with the authorities to track them down.

After spending countless manpower and resources, we finally caught a glimpse of something today, but it disappeared in an instant. All the hard work of several months was wasted. Who wouldn't be depressed?

The silver-white light gate made of countless runes opened, and someone continued his words:
"I have some objections to this... Those who have survived the long period of the Elemental Low Tide must have long since discarded their sacred glory and tasted the human soul and flesh. Emotions like pride are probably no different from air in front of them."

A gentle-looking white old man stood steadily behind the portal. He was wearing a modified black priest robe, with an upright posture and neatly-tied hair. He held a jeweled cross dagger in one hand and a platinum holy water cup in the other, giving off a pious and sacred demeanor.

But the occasional shrewdness and cunning that flashed in his eyes, as well as his movements of looking around, really ruined his temperament.

Seeing that he was determined not to move, Eric, who had just emerged from the mirror, was furious.

"Warren, you coward, everyone has run away, and you still don't dare to come over?"

"Prudence is a valuable virtue. I'm not as good as you. I can retire safely only because of my years of diligence."

The cross dagger drew a circle and imposed heavy defenses. The most famous exorcist in the Federation tilted his head to look, then walked out in small and careful steps.

"Now that we have lost the clue, we might as well rest for a while and gather more forces before continuing." After checking the remaining traces, Ed Warren rolled his eyes.

The exorcist who was forcibly dragged here actually didn't want to participate in this dangerous tracking game at all. He was extremely experienced and had already smelled the terrifying shadows behind the enemy that were as big as the mountains and the seas.

"You know the situation in Centralia. No one can spare enough capable personnel." Lai Henry and Eric looked at each other with complicated expressions.

His words were actually reserved. Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly, let alone between official and non-governmental organizations. Before the federal government shows further cooperation intentions, even if they are personally willing to continue taking risks, they have to consider the interests of the organization.

Lai Henry pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "Well, let's discuss it first..."

He suddenly stopped talking, took out his cell phone and answered it, his eyes suddenly bright.

"When you are at the end of your rope, there is always a way out. Good boy, your intelligence is worth a lot of merit!"

(End of this chapter)