This entry is suspicious.

The essence of the mirror maze does not lie in the dim environment, so the lighting in this instance is exceptionally bright, allowing Zhou Ran to clearly see the appearance of Song porcelain and Ming sparse objects.

I also saw the destiny entries on their bodies.

——【Love Operation in Progress】

Zhou Ran was stunned for a long time, because this term was not only applied to Song Ci, but also to Ming Shu.

What, what's going on?

Could it be that Song Dynasty porcelain and Ming Dynasty decorative arts both like me?

The astrological entries don't lie. Combined with Ming and Shu's various reactions during this period, such as taking the initiative to hold hands on the drop tower and throwing themselves into each other's arms in the haunted house...

The answer exploded in my mind like a gunshot.

Zhou Ran's brain trembled as she felt herself gradually understanding everything. She was both shocked and dazed, both bewildered and delighted.

But the next entry he saw instantly wiped away all the emotions churning within him.

[Death is imminent]

[Death is imminent]

Blood-red entries have appeared on Ming Shu and Song porcelain!

This……

Zhou Ran frowned. How could a visit to a haunted house lead to a fatal accident?

Could it be that there really is some kind of vengeful ghost in this haunted house?

He subconsciously looked at his reflection in the mirror, but no blood-red words appeared.

Zhou Ran was 100% certain that the Book of Fate could only reveal the blood-red entries associated with oneself.

In other words, he himself would not be in mortal danger in the impending peril, while Ming Shu and Song Ci might lose their lives.

This is completely illogical.

Because the children of elites like Ming Shu and Song Ci possess protective magical artifacts that automatically activate to protect the wearer and send distress signals to the police and security companies in the event of danger.

Today is the day of the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao). The police, emergency response department, and counter-terrorism department have all launched 24-hour patrols. If a situation occurs somewhere in the city, the armed forces can arrive at the scene in one minute or even less.

Under such circumstances, how could Ming dynasty sages and Song dynasty porcelain be in mortal danger?

Zhou Ran's expression changed slightly.

"The source of danger is unknown, the triggering conditions are unknown... As the saying goes, a wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall. The environment of the haunted house is too complicated. I must leave as soon as possible," he thought to himself.

At this moment, Ming Shu and Song Ci did not notice Zhou Ran's tense and solemn expression.

They surveyed the mirror maze before them.

The mirror world isn't just one floor; in terms of height, the second floor of the haunted house is also included.

Countless mirrors filled the entire space, reflecting each other so realistically that it was difficult to distinguish between them.

Countless winding, pure white staircases, like frozen ribbons, swirl, climb, and intersect in the reflection, their destination unknown.

The equally white doors are arranged at varying heights, some half-open, some tightly closed, some laid flat on the ground, some placed diagonally in mid-air, some connected to staircases, and some seemingly just for decoration.

The designer deliberately made this mirrored maze full of inversions, misalignments, and disharmony.

Order is completely disrupted, and direction loses its meaning here. You think you are going up, but the reflection shows you going down. You think you are getting closer, but the mirror shows you are getting further and further away.

The moment you step into this place, countless Zhou Ran, countless Song porcelain, and countless Ming and Shu figures appear in the mirror, layer upon layer, extending into the endless distance, as if you've been thrown into an infinitely spinning kaleidoscope.

"This dungeon looks really interesting."

Ming Shu waved his hand, and the countless reflections of himself in the mirror waved back.

Although this upside-down and chaotic scene is very unfriendly to people with obsessive-compulsive disorder, it is still within the tolerable range.

In fact, Ming Shu found that his obsessive-compulsive disorder would be significantly reduced whenever he was with Zhou Ran, probably because his attention was diverted.

"I'm getting a little bored. Let's go try something else."

Zhou Ran was about to lead the two away when, without saying a word, he took out a communicator from his pocket and called out to a staff member: "Hello, we don't want to play anymore, could someone please take us away?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you're so clueless about romance!"

Song Ci was speechless. Ming Shu had just said that he thought the dungeon was interesting, and you said you were tired of it and wanted to leave. You didn't give him any face at all. Your emotional intelligence has dropped to the bottom of the ocean, hasn't it?

Ming Shu brushed her long, ink-black hair behind her ear and said in a gentle voice, "It's nothing. I'm just a little tired and want to rest for a bit."

Why do you seem a bit teasy?

Song Ci was utterly astonished. In all the years she had known him, this was the first time she had ever seen such a clear and distant attitude. His love-struck mind was terrifyingly powerful.

But something unexpected happened. Zhou Ran called the staff several times, but there was no response from the communicator; it remained silent.

"What's going on?"

Song Ci stared in astonishment at the unresponsive communicator. "This shouldn't be happening. Isn't this supposed to be always connected? Could it be that the employee is slacking off?"

There was no response from the staff... It seems there's something wrong with the haunted house after all!

Zhou Ran's heart sank.

This haunted house is highly professional, and it is absolutely impossible for there to be no staff to answer when you call. Ordinary people might not have too many doubts about this, but he has experienced so many strange events and knows that anything that does not make sense means that something is wrong.

Moreover, the Book of Fate had already warned him that danger was imminent.

Zhou Ran hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone. The signal was full, so he opened his contacts and called Wei Si.

The call was answered after two beeps.

Zhou Ran felt a sense of relief; thankfully, the call could still be made.

"Captain Wei, I've run into a problem at the haunted house in Qinghe City amusement park. Could you please come over?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a deep voice: "Okay, I'll be right there."

Upon receiving the reply, Zhou Ran did not relax at all. Instead, she felt a chilling sensation creep up her spine and envelop her entire body.

Because the voice coming from the other end of the phone was exactly the same as his!

"whee……"

Immediately afterwards, a sharp and terrifying laugh came from the other end of the phone, and then the call ended with a beep.

Ming Shu and Song Ci were both cultivators with exceptional hearing, so they clearly heard the eerie laughter coming from the other end of the phone. They were both stunned and stood there, unable to react to what was happening for a moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhou Ran crushed the phone in his hand, knowing it had been imbued with unknown power and could potentially become a medium for attack. He then solemnly looked at the two of them: "Send a distress signal, immediately!"

Ming Shu was the first to react, using his mind to activate his magic weapon and send out a distress signal, followed closely by Song Ci.

"Has it been sent?" Zhou Ran asked.

"It's already been sent out, and someone will arrive within thirty seconds at the earliest." Ming Shu said seriously.

Time passed second by second.

In the silence, the mirror reflected the solemn faces of the three people, layer upon layer, endlessly.

"Thirty seconds have passed," Zhou Ran suddenly whispered.

No rescue came.

Another thirty seconds passed, but there was still no movement.

"The magical fluctuations have been interfered with or blocked." Ming Shu frowned slightly; there was only one possibility that no rescue had arrived.

The intrusion into electronic devices and interference with magical fluctuations explained why no one responded when he called the staff and why communications were blocked. Zhou Ran's mind raced, and he gained a preliminary understanding of the entity lurking in the haunted house.

"Zhou Ran, is it strange?" Song Ci asked cautiously.

"Most likely." Zhou Ran didn't believe that anything else could infiltrate electronic devices out of thin air; only mysterious and unpredictable forces could do it.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, a tall figure dressed entirely in black appeared in the mirror beside the three of them.

Its entire body was covered in thick black fur. It was over two meters tall, with shoulders as broad as a door panel and bulging muscles. A pair of dark red eyes shone through the gaps in its thick fur, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

It was the virtual image that appeared in the first instance, the Dread Orcs.

The black-haired monster appeared in the mirror next to Song Ci, startling her. But upon closer inspection, it became clear that the monster did not reflect endless images like the three of them; it was merely a scene being played in the mirror.

"That's fucking scary."

Song Ci let out a breath. She wasn't really worried at first, but after learning about the eerie things in this haunted house, her fear was truly stirred up.

For a fleeting moment, she almost thought that thing was really going to burst out.

"Thump!"

Suddenly, a heavy footstep echoed in the mirrored maze, and Song Ci's heart, which had just settled down, jumped back into her throat.

Zhou Ran immediately prepared for battle, anticipating an attack.

The black-haired monster took a step forward in response.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Then, heavy footsteps sounded continuously as the black-haired monster moved forward, from walking to running, its speed increasing as if it were about to rush towards the three of them.

The next second, something terrifying happened: the black-haired monster actually broke out of the mirror image!

Its reflection appeared in the surrounding mirrors, densely packed and endless!

Song Ci's pupils contracted sharply. He twisted his hips, and his long, straight leg shot out like lightning, delivering a fierce whip kick to the black-haired monster.

Swish!

With a whooshing sound, a whip-like leg pierced through the black-haired monster—a virtual image.

"Damn, let's run! This is giving me a heart attack." Song Ci patted her chest, still shaken.

The virtual image of the black-haired monster stopped, emitting chilling roars, and slowly walked towards Song Ci with its arms outstretched like a zombie.

Since it had been confirmed that it was a virtual image, Song Ci simply stepped back and didn't pay any more attention to it.

That is, the moment she shifted her attention and relaxed her vigilance.

The black-haired monster suddenly went berserk, its sharp claws shooting out from its fingertips as it pounced towards Song Ci.

boom!

Zhou Ran dodged and kicked out, his foot striking the black-haired monster's chest with a dull thud.

The black-haired monster was kicked backward by the enormous force, crashing heavily onto the mirror behind it. The specially made, tough mirror instantly shattered into spiderweb-like cracks.

Song Ci and Ming Shu were utterly horrified by what they saw.

Are you kidding me!

Isn't this black-haired monster a virtual image? Why is it colliding with a physical entity?!

"This is going to be difficult."

Zhou Ran's face darkened. The virtual image materialized... Could such a bizarre ability really exist?

If he hadn't been careful, Song Ci would probably be dead by now.