Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 94 Five-star review
The person in the mirror is about 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders and well-defined muscle lines, but not bulky; he has the kind of slender, excellent muscle definition.

She has a pair of enviable long legs, no excess fat on her body, a long neck, and a slightly sexy shadow cast by the hollow of her collarbone.

With sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a handsome face with no flaws beneath simple, tousled hair.

Yan Ming stared at himself in the mirror, momentarily mesmerized. The pursuit of beauty is universal, and at that moment, he felt that he was a masterpiece of art.

It's like a masterpiece by a master sculptor of ancient Greece.

However, after a few seconds of brief fascination, alarm bells rang in Yan Ming's mind.

Wait, when did I become so handsome?
Moreover, he had just felt something growing on his back, and the prying eyes of those people made him feel itchy all over.

Standing in front of the mirror now, I don't feel anything unusual; I feel completely at ease.

Not only did I not feel anything unusual, but I also felt refreshed and full of energy.

Those peeping eyes are like spider webs clinging to your body; only looking in the mirror can absorb these sticky things, like taking a bath.

Comfortable.

Looking in the mirror is so comforting.

and many more!

Yan Ming couldn't help but bite his tongue, and only the sharp pain brought him back to his senses from that dazed state.

When does it begin……

Was he sweating so much?
The wind was chilly, and being almost naked in the middle of the intersection, with the wind gathering on his body, filled him with fear.

Yan Ming looked at himself in the mirror again. The man was still incredibly handsome. He touched his face, and judging from the feel and lines of his face, it was the same face in the mirror.

Having significantly improved his appearance based on his original facial features would be a welcome thing for anyone, but Yan Ming felt fear at this moment.

His face really did change based on his reflection in the mirror.

Just now, it was as if some kind of sore had actually appeared on his body due to the itch on his back.

Does his consciousness determine his physical condition?
Yan Ming instinctively sensed something was wrong, because he had made this connection before.

Then he noticed that there seemed to be an almost invisible crack on his forehead in the mirror.

crack?

Yan Ming restrained himself from touching the crack, because he was worried that his touch would cause the crack to open.

He wasn't sure what the strange things lurking in the city were all about, but it was best to be cautious.

If this change is achieved through his actual touch, it could very well lead to very bad results.

but……

Yan Ming looked at the crack on his forehead in the mirror again, and for some reason, he felt that the crack was waiting to expand.

Expand to...

Until a ghost eye emerges from it.

When the demon's eyes emerge from his forehead, does that mean he has completely failed?
Yan Ming felt a sudden sense of urgency; he seemed to know exactly what the time limit for this trial was.

He had to resolve this matter before the crack fully opened, before it opened wide enough to allow the ghost eye to emerge.

Otherwise, you might really die.

At this moment, he also thought about what his state of "consciousness determining the form of matter" was similar to.

May the ghost's eyes be like those of a demon.

Yes.

Ironically, Yan Ming deduced from Elder Jiang's hint that the Wish Ghost's "Evil Eye" needed to rely on a mirror to judge its own state and reality, otherwise it would turn into nothingness.

Unexpectedly, he was the same way. This trick not only worked on the wishing ghost, but it worked even faster for him.

Yan Ming made a mental plan, and then, like the people in the other passages, quickly put on his clothes and took out a commuter card from the card reader next to the railing.

"Beep, temporary pass."

"Welcome to Guancheng. May you spend your perfect life in this happy and healthy city."

A cold, mechanical sound emanated from the built-in speakers in the railing.

It was just normal speech, but for some reason Yan Ming could hear a hint of mockery in it.

"A perfect life?"

Yan Ming glanced at his body and realized that he looked exactly like he had just seen in the mirror.

So is this what Guan Cheng calls perfection?
From an appearance standpoint, it is indeed quite perfect.

He looked at the temporary commuter card in his hand. The card was white and made of some kind of thin, hard plastic, with the words "Welcome to Guancheng" written on it.

The back contains some specific instructions:

1. Your stay in Guancheng shall not exceed 72 hours.

2. Your temporary accommodation in Guancheng is room 2310 in Zone G3 of the "Youth Hostel". Please do not enter other people's rooms unless absolutely necessary.

3. You must not make inappropriate remarks or do anything unsuitable within the game world; otherwise, you will be subject to arrest and prosecution by the Perfect Police.

4. Keep your underwear dry at all times and in all places.

Yan Ming: "???"

He could barely understand the first three points, but what the hell was this last one about keeping his underwear dry?

Is it because the air humidity is too high?

Yan Ming waved his hand. The high-rise buildings behind the checkpoint seemed to be the real "Guancheng," but they were all damp and gloomy inside and out, with no difference between them.

He glanced at the location of the youth hostel marked on his temporary commuter card and walked towards it.

I don't know where to go yet, so I'll go check out where I'm going to stay first.

Guan Cheng's temporary commute period is 72 hours, and he can only stay here for a maximum of 40 hours.

It's still possible we'll need to stay overnight, so it's always a good idea to check out our accommodation first.

Yan Ming hid himself back inside his clothes and walked quickly toward the address on the card. The youth hostel wasn't far; he arrived in about ten minutes.

The residence looks a bit like a motel in Europe or America from the outside. It is not tall, only three floors, but it is very large and occupies a lot of space.

This youth hostel only has a few entrances and exits, and you have to queue to enter and exit, but there didn't seem to be that many people at this time. Yan Ming stood and waited for a while, and soon it was his turn.

"Hello, I'm Xiaojie, the doorman of the youth hostel today. My job number is SM1002. It's a pleasure to serve you."

Standing in front of the gate was a young woman with a professional, fake smile on her face. Her words and actions were all very proper, as if she had undergone standard training.

To be honest, this was the first time Yan Ming had met someone who was normal and could naturally show their face.

Of course, it doesn't actually look very normal.

Yan Ming handed his temporary commuter card to the other party for registration. After the registration was completed, the woman named "Xiao Jie" spoke again:
"Welcome, Mr. Yan Ming. Guan Cheng welcomes you. Please remember to give me a five-star review once you arrive at room 1002 in Zone G3!"

The woman's voice was sweet, but Yan Ming could detect a hint of threat in it.

It's like I know where you live, so you have to give me a good review.

and……

How did this woman know his name?

(End of this chapter)