"Was my face distorted?" Xu Huo casually picked up the Fan beside the vanity and held it in front of his face. He leaned closer to the mirror and looked. He could see his own eyes. Maybe it was because the lighting was so cold, but the person in the mirror seemed to have a chilly look in his eyes.
The painted woman reached out and touched the mirror, puzzled. Once she realized it was just a flaw in the mirror's craftsmanship, she lost interest and turned to leave.
Xu Huo stood before the mirror for a while, then left too. In the mirror, his reflection moved toward the doorway as well.
The moment he stepped out of the room, he suddenly looked back at the mirror. The figure in it turned around in the same way.
The Dungeon's background had practically made it clear that there was something wrong with the reflections inside. He just didn't know what would change after those shadows appeared.
Without rashly touching the mirror, Xu Huo closed the door.
Back outside, they suddenly saw a potbellied, middle-aged man emerge from the Lake in the distance. He flailed on the surface and shrieked, "I don't want to die yet! I don't want to die!"
Xu Huo and the painted woman hurried over. By the time they reached the lakeshore, the middle-aged man had just managed to struggle to land. He looked up and saw two dark figures blocking his way. Before he could even make out who they were, he let out a panicked howl, turned around, and ran blindly toward the middle of the Lake.
The Lake was shallow, so he couldn't drown no matter where he ran. Xu Huo and the painted woman simply stood on the bank and watched him dart around