At this moment, Qi Dongye's head had already completely entered the bottle, leaving only a corpse that was still convulsing.

  If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xiao Mo would have found it hard to believe that a bottle the size of a palm could completely contain an adult's head. But what was even more unbelievable was that this trend seemed to be getting worse and worse, as if it wanted to pull Qi Dongye in entirely.

  The scene before him made Xiao Mo's heart feel cold, his pores shrinking tightly, and his face had an unspeakable horror. Compared to Xiao Mo, the rotten Taoist was not much better, also staring at the spot with a terrified expression, as if even time had frozen.

  Only Zhang Tianyi was still calm and quickly reacted, loudly reminding them:

  "Fall back!"

  Upon hearing this reminder, the two of them retreated backward in a daze. During the process of retreating, Zhang Tian raised his hand to cover his right eye, and then his left eye without pupils began to move horizontally in its socket.

  He soon pointed at the glass bottle and shouted:

  "It's right in there!"

  Xiao Mo looked in the direction Zhang Tianyi was pointing, and there was only a glass bottle floating in the air. If anything else, it was just Qi Dongye's half-remaining corpse. It was clear that Zhang Tianyi could see things they couldn't.

  "Boom——!"

  With a crisp sound, the glass bottle burst open abruptly, and for a moment, scarlet flesh splattered all over the kitchen. Everything happened so suddenly that the minced meat even splashed onto Xiao Mo's face before he could even let out a scream.

  Before he could react, his ears were filled with Zhang Tianyi's terrified voice:

  "Run for it! It's coming straight for us!"

  At this moment, Xiao Mu was almost deafened, and the only sound he could hear was his heartbeat amplified countless times. He smelled the taste of death, and his body became heavy, as if a mountain was pressing on him.

  He subconsciously picked up the mirror and immediately turned its surface towards the kitchen. If the mirror could absorb evil spirits, then this danger would be eliminated in an instant.

  Xiao Mu's heart had some expectations, if the mirror really had such a magical effect, then he might not have to be afraid anymore. It could be said that those things came one by one and he absorbed them one by one, came two by two and he absorbed them in pairs. But as soon as this thought emerged, Xiao Mu immediately shook it off, because cracks had already appeared on the mirror's surface, and it was hard to imagine what terrible things would happen if it shattered.

  In the blink of an eye, many thoughts emerged in Xiao Mu's mind, but these thoughts all dissipated as a chill crept in. Just as he was holding the mirror and about to retreat to the door, his foot was suddenly tripped by something, causing his body to lose balance and heavily fall to the ground.

  As for Zhang Tianyi and Mo Ran Fashi, they jumped past him from his side and disappeared into the door immediately.

  Xiao Mo wailed, wanting to get up, but he couldn't do it because his legs couldn't move! He could intuitively feel that his feet were being grasped by a pair of icy hands, and... there was also a heavy object pressing down on his body!

  "Ah——!"

  Xiao Mo knew it was lying on his body, he wasn't afraid of that mirror, he wanted to kill himself.

  "No! Help! Save me!"

  Xiao Mo struggled desperately, but it was as stable as Mount Tai, slowly crawling on Xiao Mo's body.

  Ghost! There is a ghost lying on his body! If it weren't for Xiao Mo's strong heart, he would have been scared to death by now.

  Zhang Tianyi and Mian Ranglao stopped to catch their breath, still shaken, only after they had escaped the building. Just now, both of them had felt the call from the Grim Reaper. As Mian Ranglao was a recent addition, his intuition wasn't particularly sharp, but Zhang Tianyi was different - he didn't know how many times he had narrowly escaped death, so he was extremely sensitive to the aura of death.

  "Xiao Mo is still inside!"

  After calming down, Monk Mian Ran finally realized that Xiao Mo had not come out with them. He looked at Zhang Tianyi with a worried expression:

  "What should we do? Shouldn't we go back and save him?"

  "Are you going to save him?" Zhang Tianyi looked at the rotten Taoist priest with a hint of a smile.

  Upon hearing this, Master Mianran awkwardly turned his head and ignored the thought of saving him.

  "Even if he is still alive, we can't save him. If he's already dead, then even if we go back, it's useless."

  Zhang Tianyi said expressionlessly, then suddenly changed his tone and continued:

  "Based on my past experience, ghosts won't kill him so easily because the fear he's endured isn't enough yet. Moreover, he was passively drawn into this incident and should be considered the ghost's last prey. Let's wait here for a while, then we'll go back again."

  The abbot didn't say anything, he just nodded symbolically.

  Xiao Mo's body was stuck to the floor, and if he slightly tilted his head, he could see his extremely terrified face in the mirror. He had shouted himself hoarse, just like the classic movie line said, even if he shouted until his throat burst, no one would come to save him.

  At this moment, he desperately wanted to laugh, two days ago he was still regaining his morale, full of confidence wanting to survive in the future, relying on his efforts to end all this. But now he could only lie here like a corpse, letting that damn thing press down on him.

  Time passed slowly in the midst of fearful torment, and under this immense mental torture, Xiao Muo finally fell into a coma.

  When Xiao Mo woke up again, Zong Ye and Zhang Tianyi had also returned here. The first thing that caught his eye was Zong Ye's face full of concern:

  "It's nothing now, it has left."

  Xiao Mo didn't show much expression, nodded slightly and got up from the ground, but in his heart he was filled with a mix of emotions, overflowing with the joy of being alive after a narrow escape. As for the fact that Monk Wú Lán and Zhang Tianyi had abandoned him to die, he didn't take it to heart at all, after all they didn't have an obligation to save him.

  After a moment of introspection, Xiao Mo calmed down, knowing that the danger had not been eliminated and his nightmare was only just beginning. The voice he heard before he fainted was still so clear and audible, making him shiver with fear.

  "It's almost your turn!!!!"

  Xiao Mo's heart was clear, the victims involved in this incident, including himself, totaled six people, four of whom had already died. It could be seen that the final slaughter was getting closer and closer to him. If he still had no clue like now, what awaited him would be a dead end.

  He had originally held a glimmer of hope that the mirror could suck the thing in, but from his recent experience, it seemed the mirror was completely ineffective against it.

  "Alas, I can only think of another way."

  Xiao Xiao sighed and her gaze fell on Zhang Tianyi's body.

  Zhang Tianyi didn't know what he was looking for, but he saw him searching around the house, even the table legs, under the bed, and every corner that was easy to overlook were not spared by him. In the end, he also walked into the kitchen filled with blood and flesh to search, but it seemed like there was no harvest.

  Xiao Mo looked at the rotten Taoist priest with a puzzled expression, but the rotten Taoist priest also shook his head with a puzzled expression. Perhaps sensing the thoughts of the two, Zhang Tianyi walked over at this time and then heard him say faintly:

  His phone is gone.