The moment he saw the piece of paper, a strange current seemed to run through Jiang Cheng's body. He lifted his leg and walked down the stairs toward the mirror, unable to control himself.
His footfalls creaked on the stairs, like a blunt knife cutting into his taut nerves. Worst of all, the footsteps above him were drawing closer. The ghosts had caught up.
There was clearly no time to turn back now. Jiang Cheng steeled himself and simply picked up the pace.
This time, he succeeded. A force he couldn't explain drew him forward, and he took the stairs two at a time until he reached the mirror.
At the same time, a bizarre scene unfolded. In the mirror, the corpses of Su Xiaoxiao, Su An, and the others all opened their eyes. Their shriveled eyeballs stared at Jiang Cheng as their mouths gaped wider and wider, the corners splitting open to expose dark red muscle. They looked hideous and terrifying.
But the corpses outside the mirror looked nothing like that. The four charred bodies lay quietly on the floor, neatly lined up together.
Without hesitation, Jiang Cheng quickly crouched down. Following his instincts, he reached for the nameless corpse in the mirror. The moment his fingertips touched the glass, its surface changed. It parted like water, rippling with strange waves, and his arm passed through without trouble.
After his initial surprise, Jiang Cheng steadied himself and carefully moved his fingers, trying to grab the paper pinned beneath the nameless charred corpse's hand.
This piece of paper was important, he instinctively knew.
He did his best to avoid touching the nameless charred corpse. According to the newspaper, it was the source of all the strange phenomena.
But the paper was pinned down tightly, and Jiang Cheng didn't dare pull