The third floor was the women's clothing section, with rows of garments hanging on racks, resembling standing human figures in the darkness.
Ben's flashlight beam led the way as the two hurried through the clothing section and soon reached the fitting rooms.
Most of the fitting room doors were ajar. Only the innermost one was tightly shut.
Even from a distance, Li Dan could clearly sense an intense supernatural aura. It was cold and evil, clinging like maggots to bone and making one's skin crawl.
"That's the one." Ben's voice trembled as his flashlight beam pointed at the closed door.
Li Dan said nothing. He walked straight over and pushed open the fitting room door.
The fitting room was small and empty, with only a full-length mirror placed against the wall.
That mirror was the Ghost Mirror Ben had mentioned. Its frame was black plastic, worn around the edges, while its surface was unusually clean, reflecting a faint light that made it seem especially eerie.
To Li Dan's senses, the supernatural aura and ghostly energy lingering around the Ghost Mirror were overwhelmingly dense, like the only light in the night—impossible to ignore.
Ordinary people might only feel a trace of coldness, but to him, the mirror was like a massive vortex, constantly exuding supernatural energy.
Li Dan walked toward the mirror step by step, and the image in its surface suddenly changed.
His reflection had somehow been replaced by a ghost.
To ordinary eyes, it looked exactly the same.
But in Li Dan's eyes, the ghost had long hair covering its face. Only a pair of scarlet eyes could be seen, staring fixedly at him.
Yet the ghost clearly had not expected that it was facing someone far from ordinary.
Li Dan's body underwent a seamless transformation. Black patterns spread