The Shattered Mirror Watching the Livestream

In his personal livestream, Yu Xing showed no sign of realizing he had just killed a "person." After checking the time, he inspected the things on him.

Despite the resurrection taking place in a different location this time, his clothes and the scroll case were still there, as if these external objects had reassembled along with his flesh and blood.

Yu Xing couldn't say how it worked. Maybe... it was like Schrödinger's cat: as long as nobody saw it, anything was possible.

If this world couldn't explain the resurrection ability born of the power of the curse, then perhaps, to avoid breaking the world's logic, it pretended he had never died... That was possible, too.

The viewers were still discussing Yu Xing's change of location when they saw him finish checking his clothes and open his scroll case.

Quite a few people grew curious.

Yu Xing had carried the scroll case from the very beginning. Although his character was a painter, lugging around something that hindered his movements in a perilous instance was a real burden.

[He's not here to paint. Didn't he come with the tour group? Why insist on bringing that thing? What a hassle.]

[I agree. It's really annoying to look at.]

[Maybe there's an unfinished painting in there, and he can paint whenever inspiration strikes. It's not Xing who brought it along; it's the character he's playing...]

[Let me see what the painting looks like.]

The viewers eagerly waited to see the painting, only to watch... only to watch Yu Xing pull a slender Tang sword out of the scroll case.

[???]

Yu Xing took out his Tang sword and ran his fingers over it. It was still as sharp as ever, and the blood in the groove along the blade sat just shy of the