Lu Qiufeng was confused now. Extremely confused. Thoroughly confused.
All he felt was a blur before his eyes, and then he found himself in this inexplicable dark room.
Just moments ago, he had still been thinking about how to escape Tang Liu's attack...
Lu Qiufeng: "Oh—"
Speaking of attacks, he knew what this was about.
Lu Qiufeng: "This must be an illusion."
He then shrank his neck and looked around. "But this illusion is a little cold."
He began walking around, carefully observing every part of the dark room with a Soul Master's excellent night vision.
It was a somewhat messy room, with crumpled paper balls and bottles scattered all over the floor.
Against the inner wall stood a large bed. Its style was usually found only in extremely luxurious hotels.
Lu Qiufeng walked over to something that looked like a cabinet, except a square piece of glass was set into the top of it.
Using his night vision, Lu Qiufeng realized that it seemed to be a mirror.
"This is completely different from the mirrors I usually see."
Lu Qiufeng found it rather novel, but then his attention was drawn to the small items messily placed atop the cabinet.
"What is this?"
Lu Qiufeng picked up a metal object with scissor-like handles but no blades. "What is this thing for? It clearly doesn't look very sharp. It probably isn't for cutting things, right?"
He put the metal object back and picked up a small brush.
"What is such a tiny brush for? Hmm... And would someone really stand before a mirror and use this brush for something?"
Lu Qiufeng imagined the scene himself and shuddered violently, tossing the little brush back as though it were a hot potato.
Just as he was about to leave and inspect the rest