This was the second person to enter the inner side of the mirror, and also the first corpse to arrive here.
Ji Li's shoulder grew heavier and heavier. It was as if, after the third ghost was exposed, it had finally torn away its disguise and openly sprawled across his shoulder.
The pool of blood had completely evaporated, and the Dripping Water Female Ghost had vanished entirely. Only one man, one ghost, and one corpse remained here.
Out of nowhere, countless deeply bizarre memories flooded Ji Li's mind, each seeming ready to devour his soul.
If there were a mirror before him now, he would have been able to see the Twisted Shadow Ghost clinging to his back, squeezing into his brain in an exceptionally eerie manner.
It was a pitch-black corridor, dead silent on all sides, with only the sound of trickling water endlessly echoing beside his ears.
He walked like a ghost until he stopped at the source of the water. The number on the door read "412."
Above that door, blood began to drip from the crack with a "drip, drip, drip," growing thicker and more abundant as great swathes of dark-red blood flowed down over the three Arabic numerals.
A blurry, twisted ghost face suddenly sprang out when his gaze became too focused, lunging straight at the observer's face as though it wanted to take root in his mind.
Boom!
As his mind roared, Ji Li suddenly came to his Awakening. He held the middle-aged man's corpse in one hand, while the scene before him was dreamlike and unreal.
It was as though he stood within a bizarre crimson ocean, a lone boat adrift as the inner side of the mirror surged and shifted like waves before him.
The door to Room 412 had opened in