This humble Taoist priest has terrified the world with a Chinese-style horror game!

At the very bottom of the paper.

The white mark from that old stamp is still there.

Wet black ink.

It has already covered most of the old pages.

No new words appeared.

There was no further rewriting.

Zhang Hao placed the third sheet of dry paper on the left side of the dark wooden table.

Three sheets of dry paper.

One after another.

Between each other.

Each one leaves a blank space about the width of a palm.

The first one.

These are 【unclaimed】 and 【ownerless resources】.

the second one.

The options are "[Number missing, processing temporarily suspended]" and "[Unclaimed resource, pending allocation]".

The third one.

Only the faded text on the old pages is retained.

And that old seal that wasn't completely stamped.

The edge of the dry paper.

It was not soaked by the black water.

The characters that were rubbed off.

But it is deeper than the original words on the wet tent.

It's as if something that wasn't copied is still pressed under the paper.

Lin Ye stood beside the black wooden table.

I didn't touch any of the three sheets of paper.

The faceless ghost still lingers at the window.

The half of the name card in its palm.

It is now completely transparent.

The paper still retains its shape.

But those few creases on the paper.

It's too blurry to see clearly anymore.

It raised its right hand.

He handed an inch to the window.

Behind the window.

No stamp was left.

There were no new prompts.

That transparent name card.

But it slipped through its fingers.

It didn't fall to the ground.

It stopped in mid-air.

It's like being suspended by an invisible thread.

Zhang Hao raised the terminal.

"It's still being delivered."

Lin Ye did not look at the name card.

"Record actions."

"Do not record the intent."

Zhang Hao adjusts the camera.

Just as I was about to save it.

Behind the black wooden table.

A very light scraping sound was heard.

It felt like there was something heavy inside.

It is slowly rotating behind the wall.

The wet tent closed itself.

The three sheets of dry paper were simultaneously pushed back.

Center of the desktop.

A black gap was revealed.

There was no water in the gap.

Inside, however, there was a layer of old bronze color.

It slowly rises upwards.

First, the frames.

Then there's the mirror.

At last.

A black mirror no taller than a person.

It stood upright completely from under the black wooden table.

There are no cloud patterns on the frame.

There are no dragon patterns either.

Only shallow scratches remain on all four sides.

Every trace.

Neither of them were closed.

The mirror surface is not black.

There is no reflection inside.

There was only a receding, grayish-white expanse.

Zhang Hao aligned the terminal with the mirror.

In the picture.

The mirror became a blank, dark piece of glass.

"The equipment can't capture it."

"Take a picture of the frame."

Lin Ye said.

"The contents of the mirror are recorded separately."

"Don't mistake the blank space in the terminal for the blank space in the mirror."

Zhang Hao immediately changed his angle.

First, take pictures of the four sides of the frame.

Take another picture of the time it takes for the mirror to light up.

At last.

Take a picture of the location of the dark wooden table, the wet tent, and the three sheets of dry paper.

In the center of the mirror.

Suddenly, a line of very faint red text appeared.

【The Mirror of Evil.】

Only two words.

There are no rules.

No explanation provided.

The faceless ghost raised its head.

It has no eyes.

However, his body tilted slightly towards the mirror.

The blank name card hangs in mid-air.

Move forward as you go.

Lin Ye drew his sword from its sheath.

It was placed between the name card and the mirror.

The name card stopped.

The gray-white reflection in the mirror.

But it began to spread in all directions.

First floor.

The black wooden table was illuminated.

The second layer.

The light illuminated the window inside the registration door.

The third layer.

It illuminated a stone path deeper inside.

Fourth floor.

The collapsed diversion channel was visible in the sunlight.

The images do not overlap.

Like four old pieces of glass forcibly placed together.

Inside each piece of glass.

They all have their own black water.

My own stone railing.

My own empty seat.

Zhang Hao looked at the terminal.

Only the frame remained of the terminal.

Four images reflected in the mirror.

It was not saved by the device.

"Whose photo do you want to take?"

he asks.

Lin Ye raised his right hand.

Old injury to the right hand.

After the mirror shines.

Start by tightening the base of your palm.

"I won't take pictures of anyone."

he said.

"Shine the entire hall."

Zhang Hao looked at the black mirror.

"It will also capture the image of faceless ghosts."

"It was already in the hall."

"Don't frame it alone."

Lin Ye pressed his right hand against the frame of the glasses.

The mirror surface was not touched.

Fingertips close to the frame.

There's still half an inch left.

The black mirror suddenly lurched forward.

Like the entire hall.

They were all held down by that hand.

A wisp of white smoke.

It emerged from below Lin Ye's wrist.

The white mist did not dissipate.

It was sucked directly into the frame.

His nascent soul outer layer.

It immediately darkened.

Lin Ye's breathing remained steady.

The old wound on his right hand reopened at this time.

Dark red blood.

Slide it down the side of your palm.

It landed on the ground.

No symbol was formed.

There was also no key to become a mirror.

Blood droplets rolled across the stone surface.

It stopped beside the legs of the black wooden table.

Lin Ye did not stop.

"start."

The mirror surface lit up completely.

Inside the registration gate.

All windows open simultaneously.

There was still no one inside.

The wet tent was turned page by page.

The first page.

The original status was "unclaimed".

It is being overwritten by [unclaimed resources].

The mirror of evil did not reflect the faceless souls.

Only the area below those few words was visible in the photo.

Hidden within is a square seal that has been hollowed out.

The outer side of the square seal.

Four old edges are still intact.

There is no print in the middle.

New black lettering.

It grows outward from the empty center.

There are no ups and downs in the strokes.

No one left their mark.

There were only traces of layers upon layers of covering.

Zhang Hao saved the registration footage separately.

The square seal was not written as the complete seal of the old company.

Only record:

[Registration page: Remnants on all four sides.]

[The center of the seal face: hollowed out.]

[New category: Covering it.]

The second image in the mirror.

It fell into the collapsed diversion channel.

Black iron nails.

It remains embedded deep within the stone wall.

Three wet chains that have broken.

They are displayed in front of the screens of the mine, battlefield, and instance, respectively.

The link stopped transmitting.

Fires, floods, and landslides in the distance.

They remain in their respective positions.

Around the nail.

There is also a scar on all four sides.

The center was also empty.

Three wet chains.

They extend from the hollow edge respectively.

They are not connected as one.

It was not merged by the mirror.

After Zhang Hao saw it.

Switch screen immediately.

[Diversion channel nail: Residual square vacancy.]

[Wet chain connection: Exists in three separate locations.]

Whether the three links originate from the same source: Unconfirmed.

[Current transmission: interrupted.]

The broken souls of the dead in the stone hollow.

Sitting among the pebbles.

Three death certificates.

It was still folded on its chest.

Mine disaster.

battlefield.

Died inside the instance.

When the evil mirror swept over them.

The three sheets of paper were not combined into one.

Behind each certificate.

Each one has a separate blank edge.

Three imprints.

Each of them is missing a piece.

None of them were photographed to determine the true cause of death.

The three blank sheets of paper left on Chen Feng's chest.

It flashed past the edge of the mirror.

next moment.

Returning to the broken soul.

Zhang Hao did not move this part.

Write it as a proof transfer.

Only the previous and next positions are saved.

The third image in the mirror.

The light shines on that empty room without windows.

An empty judge's bench.

Still no one is sitting down.

Wet stains on the chair surface.

It had already spread to the back of the chair.

All white lines indicating longevity.

Bypass the long, black table.

It landed in the center of the chair.

Behind the chair.

There were originally no marks.

After the mirror of evil lit up.

A dark red square seal that has been hollowed out.

It comes out from under the wood grain.

Old marks on all four sides.

It's deeper than the registration page.

A layer was removed from the middle.

White longevity line.

We passed right through that hollow.

There was no stopping.

It did not return to the provider.

The mirror did not show who was collecting the money.

There was no one in the empty chair.

Lin Ye's right hand.

Another drop of blood flowed.

The drop of blood fell onto the scabbard.

Old marks on the scabbard.

It lit up briefly.

Lin Ye did not draw his sword.

"Only record what happened."

He said.

"Don't write it as belonging to."

Zhang Hao saved the footage of the empty chair.

[On the judge's bench: A hollowed-out square mark appeared.]

[The white line of longevity: passes through a hollow area.]

[Lifespan attribution: Not found.]

[There is someone on the chair: Not seen.]

The fourth image in the mirror.

It landed inside the doorway.

Blank mattress.

It remains spread out in the center of the stone chamber.

There are no dead souls on the bed mat.

There were no bedding.

There were no identifiable stains.

Under the foot of the bed.

A gray-white stone slab slowly turned over.

A square indentation is exposed on the bottom.

The four sides of the pit.

Keep the earlier red edges.

The center was also dug up.

New whitewash.

It spread from the hollow part towards the mattress.

However, the bed surface was not covered.

Outside the stone chamber door.

That unmarked black stone.

A similar gap also appeared.

Two positions.

They exist separately.

There is no wire connecting them.

There is no evidence that they came from the same seal.

Zhang Hao saved the installation footage separately.

[Bedding installation: Hollow square marks appear underneath.]

[Old marks on the stone slab: Existing.]

Whether the mattress and the stone slab originated from the same source: to be investigated.

[Resettlement recipient: Not found.]

Four mirrored images.

It brightens at the same time.

Registration.

Traffic diversion.

Trial.

Settlement.

Everywhere.

Square-shaped areas that had been hollowed out appeared in all of them.

Between all places.

There is no arrow.

There are no roads.

The order of the serial numbers could not be confirmed.

Lin Ye's Nascent Soul.

It has shrunk to half its original size.

The gray-white in the mirror.

It continues to spread outwards.

It shone on the black wooden table.

The light shone through the stone hollow.

The light shone through the judge's bench.

I also took a picture of the eighth blank ticket.

The empty ticket was parked outside the registration gate.

Creases on the corner of the ticket.

It's already halfway done.

There is no name reflected in the mirror.

Only the corners of the ticket have been folded.

First floor.

It's a new crease.

The second layer.

These are old marks that were softened by water and then pressed again.

The third layer.

Deeper still.

There is a blank space that has been forcibly erased.

Inside the blank space.

There are no words.

There is no print.

There is also no fingerprint path that can serve as the source.

The mirror of evil stopped on that blank space.

A muffled thud suddenly came from the mirror.

There is someone behind the mirror.

I tapped it with my knuckles.

The faceless ghost suddenly raised its hand.

It tried to grab the name card in mid-air.

Lin Ye did not block it.

Just open your mouth:

"Don't pass it to it."

The faceless ghost's hand stopped.

The number of transparent name cards is slowly decreasing.

It fell back into its palm.

Between the palm and the name card.

There is no seal.

There was no new name.

The last thing reflected in the mirror.

It remains a blank space.

Lin Ye withdrew his right hand.

The four images in Black Mirror.

At the same time, it contracts inward.

White vapor flowed back out from the frame of the glasses.

It struck his wrist.

Lin Ye did not step back.

The old wound on his right hand reopened completely.

Dark red bloodline.

It extends from the base of the palm all the way to the knuckles.

Edge of the scabbard.

A small section was soaked with blood.

Zhang Hao immediately put down the terminal.

"stop."

"Continue recording."

Lin Ye said.

The last glimmer of light in Black Mirror.

It landed in one of the four empty spaces.

The registration page is hollow.

The hollow part next to the diversion nail.

The hollow space beneath the judge's bench.

The hollow space under the stone slab.

Scenes all around.

Stop separately.

The source registration law is underway.

[Mirror of Evil Use: Once.]

[Content displayed: Hierarchical structure revised.]

[Correct Name: Not Found.]

[True cause of death: Unknown.]

[Four hollowed-out locations: exist separately.]

Whether the four locations share the same origin: To be investigated.

[Mirror of Evil Status: Long Cooldown.]

[Cooldown period: 30 days.]

The black mirror lost its shine.

The mirror surface returned to a normal dark color.

next moment.

The frame started to peel off from the bottom.

No debris fell.

It looks like a layer of burnt black paper.

It slowly retracted into the gap behind the table.

Lin Ye stood still.

The light on the outer layer of the primordial spirit.

Only a sliver of hope remains.

My right hand is still bleeding from an old injury.

No one bandaged him up.

Zhang Hao looked at the three sheets of dry paper.

The first one.

The [unclaimed] item remains unclaimed.

the second one.

[Number missing, processing temporarily suspended] Still in effect.

The third one.

The old print still has a white mark halfway through.

The mirrors did not alter them.

They weren't told either.

Which line is the correct record?

Beneath the dark wooden table.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a chair leg being dragged.

It's not a registration office.

It's not a branching channel either.

The sound came from the third mirror.

The judge's bench, now extinguished.

Followed by.

Placed inside the door.

The blank mattress was recessed inward by one inch.

Outside the stone pit of the diversion channel.

A piece of gravel flipped over.

Register.

Turn to the last page yourself.

The area has been hollowed out in four places.

At the same time, a drop of dark red seeped out.

There is no seal.

There is no manpower.

There are only four hollows.

Still waiting for someone to sit inside.