To be fair, far too many bizarre things had happened in the room at the end of the second-floor corridor at No. 66 Wutong Road, and Yu Sheng had more or less gotten used to them. To the point that he wasn't particularly surprised by anything that appeared in the room. Forget opening the door to find it snowing inside—even if he opened the door and saw two magnetic-field powerhouses battling Darth Vader, he could accept it—as long as they cleaned up afterward.
But even if two magnetic-field powerhouses really were battling Darth Vader in the room, the shock it gave Yu Sheng probably still couldn't compare to the crack on the mirror before him.
The crack was thin and shallow, and it lay against a pitch-black background, making it difficult to see with the naked eye even up close. Only from a certain angle could one see that the slender crack ran from the bottom to the top, piercing the entire mirror.
Yu Sheng thought of the loud crash he'd heard downstairs.
Could that have been the sound of the mirror cracking?
Huli came up to the mirror as well. Her pointed ears trembled lightly in the air, and when she saw the crack, the fox girl's golden-red eyes became tense and solemn for the first time. "B-Benefactor, the mirror's cracked... What do we do?"
Yu Sheng said nothing. He merely took a small knife from his pocket—a bloodletting knife made from Luna's blade.
He drew a cut across his palm with the knife, then tried pressing his hand against the mirror.
Eileen and Huli watched nervously together.
The blood spread across the pitch-black mirror as though it had been dropped into some kind of solution. Black-red ripples unfurled through the darkness, and then faint noises surfaced beside his