The moment Uncle Yu broke free of the red silk bindings, he pointed at a mirror on the wall and told me to smash it.
I looked in the direction he was pointing.
On the wall to the left ahead, one mirror looked rather unusual at that moment.
Wisps of white mist were actually rising from its surface.
They were extremely faint; without looking carefully, they were impossible to see.
But Uncle Yu stared fixedly at that mirror, clearly having noticed something.
I did not hesitate either. Fixing my eyes on the mirror, I immediately replied,
"Okay!"
With that, I charged straight at the mirror.
I raised my fist and smashed it toward the glass.
The instant my fist came down, the Old Crone ghost in the mirror revealed a look of surprise.
She turned and ran to the left.
The Old Crone's reflections in the hundreds of mirrors throughout the room all made the same move, fleeing left as well.
The thin white mist spread across the mirror surfaces visibly drifted toward a mirror on the left.
With a crack, I shattered that mirror with one punch.
But at the instant it broke, the drifting white mist swiftly floated into the mirror beside it.
At the same time, the Old Crone ghost's figure appeared in that neighboring mirror.
My eyes narrowed, and I immediately understood what was happening.
She could travel from one mirror to another.
And the way to tell which mirror she was in was not by looking at the image inside.
It was by looking for the thin white mist appearing on the mirror's surface.
Uncle Yu had clearly noticed that too.
That was why he said these mirrors were the Old Crone's graves.
My eyes instantly locked onto the mirror beside it.
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