Two Identical Faces
Yu Xing has emerged.
When he pushed open the door, the original guests in the room did not stop him, and at the same time, the system notified him that he had gained 35 points.
It seems that the number of points is related to the difficulty of the guests' requests. It seems that what Orange and Xiao Yan experienced at the beginning was much simpler than Bloody Mary.
He looked around but couldn't see Zhao Yijiu. He figured she had been led away by the bell.
"Hmm... I won't wait any longer." After weighing his options, Yu Xing decided to leave directly. He glanced at the door, dipped his hand in the blood on the door, and drew a checkmark above the number "1".
"That means it's all taken care of; he should be able to understand it."
After muttering to herself, Yu Xing rubbed her fingers on the clean wall and left satisfied.
The door wasn't closed, and you could vaguely see the small red light that had been turned on again inside the room, and a large puddle of water overflowing from the bathtub.
However, if someone went inside to look, they would find that it wasn't water stains, but diluted blood. The bathtub, which was originally full of liquid, now had a chilling red hue.
A dragging, filthy line stretched out from the bathtub, leading abruptly to the mirror before abruptly ending.
After that, there was no trace left.
As for why the water in the bathtub turned into blood, whether the blood belonged to Bloody Mary or a guest in the room... perhaps no one but Yu Xing will ever know.
Zhao Yijiu looked at the back of Chengzi's head, moved a little closer with slight reluctance, and blew a breath on the back of her neck.
After that, he watched as Xiao Yan played the flute "Little Swallow, "Xiao Yan played "Lushan," Lushan played "Sheng Wan"...
While blowing air, the five people walked in circles. Whenever they faced a mirror and inevitably looked at their reflection, they would close their eyes and wait for the angle to avoid the mirror before opening them again.
This Yugi is boring, at least that's what Zhao Yijiu thinks.
The room was empty and silent, save for the footsteps of a few people, their slightly tense breathing, the sound of their breaths, and their own heartbeats.
They had already circled five times, and each of them had been blown on several times. Next, it was Sheng Wan to blow on him.
He wasn't used to this kind of close contact, and at this moment he would rather face the ghosts head-on and fight them to the death than dawdle here playing this pretentious Yugi.
In Spirit Communication Game, the process of communicating with spirits is a ritual and a medium through which hidden ghosts can be made to appear, or passing ghosts can be made interested and descend to give some feedback.
Another method involves opening a gate to the spirit world and summoning ghosts from another world. This is the case for most named ghosts in legends, including those in the Bloody Mary Yugi.
Zhao Yijiu had learned these theories since elementary school, so she could easily determine the nature of the Spirit Communication Game in the room—it was nothing more than the first type, simply making the ghosts that were already there manifest.
Many fortune tellers can accomplish this using offerings, without having to go through the trouble of following the steps, but this was precisely the "guest's" request.
Perhaps something in the universe heard Zhao Yijiu's thoughts, and just before the Sheng Wan, it blew a breath onto his neck...
A faint breeze swept by, and Zhao Yijiu knew that Sheng Wan had done it.
Another faint gust of air sprayed against his neck.
The second time!
He immediately stopped, turned his back to the mirror amidst the sudden heightened anticipation of those around him, and coldly said, "They're here."
It's here!
The others dared not disobey, and immediately turned to face the mirror, looking at their reflection with a mixture of curiosity and fear.
What will be reflected in the mirror?
Among the five, Sheng Wan was the most composed. Just after she blew her breath, Zhao said he was coming, but even though she was so close, she didn't feel anything separating them as she blew her breath.
So what would ghosts look like?
What will I present to her this time?
She slowly raised her eyes, and the others, with a strange sense of "better to have a short pain than a long one," cast their gazes at her as if they had given up all hope.
"...?" Sheng Wan looked at the mirror in confusion. Had the summoning failed? Why was there nothing there?
The scene in the mirror was perfectly normal: an empty room with five people, no more and no less.
She could even clearly see everyone's expression: her own calm yet slightly doubtful look, Lushan's bewilderment, Zhao's coldness, and the shift in Chengzi and Xiao Yan's expressions from fear to relief...
Suddenly, she froze.
Because of her position, Zhao is now diagonally in front of her, and also the position closest to the mirror.
She could see Zhao's cold, brooding face in reality, which never showed the slightest curiosity, and she could also see Zhao Yijiu's silent face in the mirror.
She glanced at Zhao, then looked in the mirror.
How could she see the faces of two Zhaos at the same time!?
Zhao's reflection in the mirror should clearly only show the back of his head!
In the ten or so seconds that she carefully observed and realized something was wrong, Orange seemed to also come to her senses.
She whispered, "Zhao is in the mirror! Look!"
Zhao Yijiu in the mirror turned his head and stared at her, revealing a smile he might only ever make a few times in his life.
Then, to the astonishment and disbelief of the four people, "Zhao's" neck snapped with a crack.
Suddenly, a little girl of about six or seven years old appeared on Zhao's shoulder. She rode on Zhao's neck, with a chubby little face, big eyes that never blinked, and cute pigtails.
She twisted "Zhao's" head, seemingly using his broken neck bone as a steering wheel, directing "Zhao" to walk towards Xiao Yan.
"Ughhhhhhh!!" Xiao Yan screamed as she watched intently, instinctively assuming that Zhao Yijiu in real life had also broken his neck. She turned and ran, trying to get as far away from Zhao Yijiu as possible.
Orange grabbed her and growled, "Calm down, Xiao Yan! Have you forgotten what the note said? No matter what you see, you can't run away! Zhao stood still; he didn't turn into a ghost!"
Zhao Yijiu, the only one present who didn't know what was going on, heard their chaotic shouts and basically guessed what was happening in the mirror. He was speechless and wanted to turn around and kill the ghost in the mirror.
Fortunately, the guests' demands somewhat restrained him; he coughed twice and interrupted, "Three, two..."
This countdown was a countdown to issuing orders. They didn't have a leader come out; they just said that whoever was chosen would remind everyone to "go."
"One."
Chengzi Xiao Yan suppressed their fear, while Sheng Wan and Lushan quickly prepared themselves, speaking in unison for the first time in their lives.
They said, "Go!"
The little girl in the mirror pouted, as if she wanted to cry.
But she didn't leave; she just stayed where she was.
Just then, the door to the room was opened.
Zhao Yijiu was positioned directly opposite the door, so when Yu Xing poked his head in, he was naturally the first to notice.
"Huh, you?" Sheng Wan saw Yu Xing.
The others had long needed a chance to take their attention away from the mirror, and upon hearing the sound, they turned around and immediately started chattering as if they were all particularly concerned about Yu Xing.
How did you get in?
"Hello."
"..."
Yu Xing didn't go in either, but left the door a crack open, glancing around. "It's nothing, I was just passing by. I heard you guys making a lot of noise inside, and I was just curious."