After Fu Qian's repeated efforts, Tan Ying's psychological defenses finally crumbled, and she got to experience the feeling of being scared out of her wits.
In these circumstances, her scream was undeniably infectious. Like a row of dominoes, the entire group fell apart, and screams rang out all around them.
"You—you—you..."
After screaming, Tan Ying pointed at Fu Qian, too flustered to get her words out.
"Just like you... What have I turned into?"
Even Qin Mingze, who was outside the door, stuck his head in and asked, his voice full of bewilderment and fear.
"A fine, upstanding man, just like me."
Fu Qian looked perfectly matter-of-fact as he supplied the rest of the sentence.
Tan Ying's "you—you—you" abruptly cut off. She stared fixedly at Fu Qian.
Faced with Fu Qian's constant reversals, her mind went completely blank.
"As a man of pure yang, so virile I could walk around embalmed, this sort of thing naturally can't affect me in the slightest."
Fu Qian, however, strolled forward at his leisure and reached out to touch the mirror.
Was this guy deliberately trying to scare me?
The thing was, he'd actually managed to scare me.
From Fu Qian's tone and expression, Tan Ying instantly realized he'd played her again. Her teeth practically itched with frustration.
But before she could blow up, she saw Fu Qian reach out and grab the mirror, lifting it right off the ground.
"...What are you doing?"
She stared at him, wide-eyed, and swallowed the rest of her words.
"This thing has too much yin energy. I need to take it back and perform a rite to free its spirit."
Fu Qian answered unhurriedly.
"Hey, this joke is getting old!"
Tan Ying sounded genuinely annoyed now. She clearly thought Fu Qian was making fun of