There was no trace of the Old Crone ghost here, only mirrors filling the room.
Uncle Yu was somewhat puzzled.
"Where's that old hag hiding?"
Uncle Yu held the Dragon-Head Cleaver as he looked around.
But I remembered the last time we had come here.
The scene of the Old Crone and Zhang Qiang that we had seen in the mirror.
So I said to Uncle Yu, "Uncle Yu, is it possible that the old ghost is hiding inside the mirrors? Last time we came here, we saw her appear in a mirror."
Looking at the mirrors filling the room and the endlessly repeating scenes within them, I made my guess.
Uncle Yu suddenly came to his senses as well.
"Right, mirrors. Mirror ghosts. It must be these mirrors."
The moment Uncle Yu finished speaking, he stepped on one of the mirrors.
With a crack, the mirror shattered beneath his foot.
"Xiao Jiang, smash every mirror in here. Find that old thing and finish her off."
I immediately nodded.
"Okay!"
Without another moment of hesitation, I began smashing the mirrors on the surrounding walls.
Bang! Bang! Bang! The sound of mirrors shattering rang out continuously throughout the room.
As more and more mirrors were smashed, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly eerie.
Suddenly, the Old Crone's voice echoed through the room again.
"You dare smash my mirrors? I'll make sure to strangle you both to death in a moment."
Her voice was like a 3D surround sound system. Its direction was impossible to pinpoint; the Old Crone ghost's voice filled the entire room.
I looked around but could not see the Old Crone ghost, and a chill ran through me.
Uncle Yu merely snorted coldly.
"Come out if you've got the guts. Who strangles whom is still up in