"Does he have a way to restrain the Reflection People?" Wang Chengren asked in surprise. "Did he say what it was?"
"You're so stupid." The painted woman looked at him. "If he really had a way, would he have died?"
Wang Chengren fell silent.
The two employees clearly thought the same thing. The man was already dead, so no method would be any use.
"Help us! I don't want to die!" one of them choked out.
Xu Huo couldn't guarantee their safety. He only told them to stick with him.
When they left the Small Building where the employees lived, the sky outside seemed even darker.
"I'm so cold." Wang Chengren's teeth had started chattering.
"It's an illusion," Xu Huo said.
In fact, he also felt the air growing colder. But the temperature probably hadn't really dropped; it was just the direct sensation caused by the intensifying interference of mental power. After being swept away by the shadow just now, they had probably entered a Reflection Space with stronger forces.
Xu Huo looked at the other two. They didn't seem to be in good shape, but they were still clearheaded, so he asked, "Aside from the Reflection People killing people, have you noticed anything else? Have you had any hallucinations? Seen your own Reflection Person?"
Of the two, the man who had found a tooth in his dumplings had never seen his own Reflection Person, but he had repeatedly seen different, distorted shadows in the reflections in the windows.
Although the shadows looked just like him, whenever he turned around or had his back to them, they would make strange movements. They might sneer, stand motionless with their bodies turned to one side, or reach out toward him from inside the window. He had asked the others about it, and