I broke into a cold sweat, but at the same time, I was glad I'd just gone through what happened with Daoist Falian. Otherwise, I would've fallen for this trick too, mistakenly believing I was Zhou Yusheng and dying like a fool—and then using my own abilities to help someone else reap the benefits.
The moment I came to my senses, I felt the surroundings change.
I was still in the room, but Zhou Yusheng's corpse lay right in front of me. The Guide was there too, looking down at the body, a faint smile on his lips.
I'd only just begun to feel that something was off when I realized Zhou Yusheng was already dead. The Guide pivoted and headed toward the mirror outside.
To my surprise, the Guide led me along with him, and I followed him into the mirror.
For an instant, I saw the reflection of a mirror in his eyes.
Once inside, I found myself in a vast space. It was pitch-black all around us, yet countless points of light shone in the darkness.
Each light had a distinct, regular shape.
The Guide didn't spend much time choosing. He headed straight for one of them.
When we got closer, I realized the light was a window.
No—judging by what lay beyond it, it was probably a mirror, like a one-way mirror.
The scene felt familiar.
It was just like when I'd been trapped by the "Game." Back then, I'd also been locked on one side of a one-way mirror, watching what was happening to Nangong Yao.
But that time, the "Game" had shown me altered scenes. Now, in this dream, I was seeing the past.
Beyond the mirror was a bathroom, clean and tidy, but very cramped.
The bathroom door stood open onto the living