I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Zhou Changqing rubbed his eyes.

The self in the mirror also rubbed his eyes.

Zhou Changqing thought that maybe he was tired from playing too many games, which was why he had the illusion just now.

He turned on the faucet, took a handful of cold water with his hands, and rubbed it hard on his face to make himself very awake.

Raising his head, he looked in the mirror.

The mirror was empty, reflecting the bathroom wall.

"It's okay this time."

Zhou Changqing felt relieved, wiped his cheeks with a towel, and returned to the living room.

He packed up his clothes, took his keys and mobile phone and went downstairs. The corridor was a little dark. It got dark late recently, and there was still a little glow spreading from the clouds, caressing the slightly narrow entrance of the corridor, and shrouding it with a blanket. An ambiguous glow.

As the elevator went up level by level, Zhou Changqing was scrolling through his cell phone while waiting.

At this time, he heard the elevator stop and stop downstairs.

"Um?"

Zhou Changqing pressed the downward button for the elevator. Theoretically speaking, the elevator should first go up to the highest floor where the down button was pressed, and then move downwards little by little. Even if someone downstairs pressed the up button to get in first, the elevator should still go up. It should be the other stairs to stop, not the one I am waiting for.

"Maybe there's something wrong with the procedure."

Zhou Changqing didn't take it to heart.

The elevator soon started running again, and with a ding, the elevator door opened.

Zhou Changqing originally wanted to see who was pressing the elevator button downstairs, but found that the elevator was empty and there was no one.

Only the smooth mirror reflected Zhou Changqing's face.

He was stunned and walked into the elevator.

After pressing the first floor button, the elevator closed, and the closed door reflected Zhou Changqing's appearance like a mirror.

He lowered his head to look at his phone, scrolled through two news items, and felt that the elevator was slowing down. It was almost there.

Looking up, Zhou Changqing discovered that the elevator did not stop on the first floor.

But the fourth floor.

Failure in the elevator is normal.

But the problem is that the community where Zhou Changqing lives does not have a fourth or fourteenth floor due to some superstitions of the developer. Building No. 4 is also an uninhabitable property building.

Then here comes the problem.

Which floor is Zhou Changqing on now?

The elevator stopped here, motionless. Zhou Changqing took a look and wondered if there was a display error. This was actually the fifth or third floor.

Ding--

Suddenly, the elevator rang, making Zhou Changqing tremble.

He saw the elevator door slowly open, revealing the walkway outside.

The corridor was completely dark. It was only less than two minutes after taking the elevator, but the sky turned completely dark?

Zhou Changqing pressed the button to close the elevator door, but the button seemed to be broken, and there was no response at all when pressed.

He hesitated for a moment and looked outside.

The corridor was pitch dark, with no door in sight and no light coming from the windows, giving people a sense of uneasiness.

Under normal circumstances, Zhou Changqing would have panicked by now.

But after all, he has experienced the black forest of the Kingdom of Night. At night, although the black forest is not black, it is far more terrifying than it is now. The whimpering, insects, and leaves of unknown creatures deep in the forest are... The sparse sound blown by Feng stirred up panic.

But now, Zhou Changqing only felt strange.

He waited for a while and decided to go out and take a look.

After all, it is said that there is no fourth floor, but in fact it is just that there is no fourth floor on the sign. The original fourth floor is actually the fifth floor. The elevator cannot create a fourth floor out of thin air.

Zhou Changqing had met the residents on the fifth floor before, and they were a couple with a good relationship.

He stepped out of the elevator and looked towards the end of the corridor by the dim light inside.

There, there is a door.

The door glowed with a reddish light, as if it was illuminated by a candle. In this darkness, it looked extremely strange.

Zhou Changqing thought it was an emergency safety door at first, but after taking a closer look, he found that it was neither the location of the stairs nor the location of the residents. It was just a wall on another floor.

He frowned slightly, curiosity making him decide to see what was there.

Before changing, Zhou Changqing probably had already started looking for the stairs and left in a hurry.

But now, his experience in the game made Zhou Changqing less timid, and he walked towards the door.

Walking in the dark corridor, Zhou Changqing heard footsteps.

The footsteps were not synchronized with his own, as if something was following behind him.

He couldn't help but look back. Only the light of the elevator still illuminated the corridor.

Turning around, Zhou Changqing saw a face right in front of him.

He was suddenly startled and took half a step back.

The face looked like a man with closed eyes, pale and depressed.

Zhou Changqing could only see this face, but not his body, hands and feet.

The face was suspended in mid-air, level with Zhou Changqing's face.

He felt his heart skip a beat, as if he had been poked by something.

Only then did Zhou Changqing realize that this face was exactly the same as his own!

This is himself!

The face was motionless, as if it were an illusion, looming in the light of the red door.

He thought for a moment, avoided the face, and walked quickly to the door.

Zhou Changqing noticed that the door was made of wood, with rough textures on it, and even a few pieces of paper with words he couldn't understand written on them.

It's like a seal.

He thought for a moment and reached out to uncover the talisman. Suddenly, with a creak, the door slowly opened.

Zhou Changqing took a look inside and found that it was an extremely simple house, just like in the countryside, with wooden tables and chairs, teapots and cups, old paintings, tablets, and incense burners.

In the room, there was a man sitting at the table with his back to Zhou Changqing.

It looked like an old man. Zhou Changqing couldn't remember if there was such an old man in his building, but he took two steps closer and made a sound.

"Uh, sorry, I saw the door was open, so I came in to take a look."

Zhou Changqing coughed and said.

But the other party didn't respond.

He approached the other person and wanted to pat the other person on the shoulder.

But just when Zhou Changqing was about to reach out, the other party suddenly turned his head.

His face was full of wrinkles, like a shriveled and moldy persimmon, and his eyes were pitch black without the whites of their eyes. More importantly, his body did not rotate at all, only his head stretched his neck into a twist, as if The bones turned around as if they didn't exist at all.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Changqing's eyelids twitched.

But the old man opened his almost toothless mouth and uttered a few words from his dry throat.

"Water, give me water."

"You want some water?"

Zhou Changqing asked rhetorically. He hurriedly picked up the cracked ceramic cup on the table, picked up the teapot, and poured water into the cup.

But there seemed to be nothing in the teapot. He had tilted it a lot, but found that nothing was poured out.

Just when Zhou Changqing was confused, liquid flowed out of the teapot.

That's red blood.