Of course, that was a scream only Fu Qian could hear.
This? Surely not.
Fu Qian, who had been chatting with the bald boss, was caught a little off guard.
He hadn't expected this girl to be the first to lose her nerve.
And she'd been plotting against him, too?
But from the sound of it, she was clearly terrified. This girl was probably one of the bolder ones in the group, so what could have scared her this badly?
With that question in mind, Fu Qian quickly found the orb of light that belonged to Tan Ying.
When he tried to respond, a scene quickly appeared before him.
In the dim light, it seemed to be inside a small, enclosed room.
The strange thing was, even though he was seeing through Tan Ying's eyes, there was another Tan Ying standing in front of her, staring straight at her.
Huh!
A moment later, Fu Qian realized she was looking in a mirror.
It was a dark red, antique-style full-length mirror, nearly as tall as a person.
In the faint light, the scene reflected inside looked even darker, with shadows lurking everywhere.
Mirrors were a common prop in horror attractions. Thankfully, the haunted-house owner hadn't stooped so low as to smear red paint everywhere.
From the reflection, Fu Qian could make out what looked like a small classroom. It was old and dilapidated, clearly abandoned for many years.
The design was decent, but at first glance, nothing seemed particularly out of place.
So what exactly had scared Miss Tan so badly?
Fu Qian wondered silently.
There was no doubt Tan Ying was frightened.
She hadn't actually screamed, but her heart was clearly racing, her limbs stiff, and she was even biting her lip hard.
Following her gaze, Fu Qian saw that