Creating a Way Out

Su Chenghe's mind was flooded with all kinds of negative emotions, and his wide-open eyes were bloodshot.

It was as if the countless wronged souls that had once lain on this stretcher had inflicted all the torment they suffered before death upon him alone.

Fortunately, his willpower was strong, and with the Calligraphy Scroll's all-around protection, he could still hold on.

But as time passed, the Calligraphy Scroll's power over his body began to weaken on a large scale.

His staring eyes were fixed directly on Su Chef's.

As their gazes met, Su Chenghe suddenly discovered a crucial piece of information.

This clone, whose build and appearance were identical to his own, did not seem to be completely the same after all.

For example, his bangs fell to the left, while Su Chef's hung down on the right.

Following that clue, more and more differences began to emerge.

Today, he was wearing a gray-and-white striped tracksuit, its pattern slanting to the right.

But the stripes on Su Chef's tracksuit slanted to the left.

A strange thought suddenly overwhelmed those negative emotions, and he shouted in shock:

"Manager Fang, this ghost is our mirror image!"

Su Chenghe's statement was not technically accurate.

This was merely a Supernatural Incident. There was no ghost at all.

Whether it was Su Chef or Fang Chef before them, both were merely executioners under the building ghost's shroud.

Fang Shenyan did not respond after hearing this, because he had already realized it.

After all, he had been a spectator for so long that he had noticed many details before Su Chenghe did.

Likewise, this was why he said that once someone was In the Game in this Supernatural Incident, it was practically unsolvable.

To understand that, they had to trace things back to the puddle of