I buried the gods in the restricted area.

"I found the mirror!"

A shout came from afar, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw a bald man carrying a dark green mirror on his back, walking slowly towards them.

"I found one too!"

From another direction, another person emerged from the forest. He too carried a green mirror on his back, the smooth surface pressed tightly against his back. His waist was bent like a fully drawn bow, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes clearly filled with pain, yet he forced a stiff smile onto his face.

"stop!"

The tall, thin man instantly became alert, drew his gun, and pointed it at the two men. "What kind of position are you in? I don't remember this mirror being this heavy."

If the green mirror were really that heavy, the camera that was left behind would have been crushed long ago.

"It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering the consequences."

The bald man didn't stop, raising his head with a cold smile, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "If you don't believe me, try it yourself?"

"I advise you to stand still and not move."

The short-haired woman appeared behind him without his noticing. With a flick of her wrist, a miniature pistol slid out of her sleeve. She flipped her palm and pointed the gun at the bald man, saying expressionlessly, "Put the mirror down, face down. Don't try anything funny."

At the same time, the others also realized something was wrong and pointed their guns at another man carrying a mirror.

Seeing that the bald man continued walking forward on his own, ignoring her warnings, the short-haired woman instantly lost her patience and pulled the trigger without hesitation, shooting him in the thigh.

Strangely, the bald man's thigh was not pierced by the bullet, but instead cracked inch by inch like a terracotta figurine, with cracks spreading out like a spider web.

The tall, thin man's eyes turned cold, and he immediately fired a shot at the thigh of another man. The latter's thigh shattered instantly, turning into countless tiny shards the size of fingernails, which scattered all over the ground.

Seeing such a bizarre scene, the photographer standing not far away was not afraid at all. Instead, he hurriedly pointed his camera at the crowd, eager to record this terrifying moment.

The short-haired woman's pistol was fitted with a silencer, but the tall, thin man's pistol was clearly designed for maximum power; the shot was extremely loud, instantly alerting Jiang Mian and Jiang Rou in the distance.

Jiang Mian turned around and saw that everyone had simultaneously pulled out prop guns. She couldn't help but wonder, "What are they doing?"

Jiang Rou's heart tightened, realizing that her worst fears had come true. If they hadn't encountered danger, they would never have fired shots in the restricted area so easily; something must have happened there.

Mirror Lake has indeed "made its move"...

Her mind raced, and she hesitated whether to rush over as soon as possible—with Mr. Jiang Mian there, everyone's safety might be guaranteed, but this might also provoke him. Once Mr. Jiang Mian realized that it was a real gun, he would understand that this place was definitely not some haunted house.

Fortunately, Jiang Mian had already made her decision before she had to worry about it: "Forget it, they seem to have found the green mirror, so let them study it. Let's go take a look at the black mirror."

Jiang Rou was taken aback. She had originally planned to find a reason to stop Jiang Mian from going, but now that the other party had actually decided not to go, she felt a little guilty and hesitated, saying, "But what if they need us...?"

"Didn't you see they're all carrying prop guns?"

Jiang Mian glanced back again, shook her head, and said, "We don't even have any props. If we go over there, we can only watch them play. We might as well do something useful."

When he heard the gunshot, he was a little suspicious that those people might be holding real guns, but seeing that the cameraman wasn't afraid at all, and even wanted to shove the camera into the faces of those people, he was sure that it was just a prop.

Jiang Rou was momentarily speechless, then hesitated and said, "But even if looking in the black mirror... would it work?"

"certainly."

Jiang Mian said with certainty, "I don't believe there would be a useless black mirror in this place."

In fact, the black mirror is useful, since it can be used for trading. However, from the perspective of clearing the game, exchanging information directly with the green mirror is obviously a higher priority. This weakens the presence of the black mirror to some extent, causing no one to care about what it can be traded for.

But Jiang Mian wanted to go and see.

"But we only have two 'participation prizes,' which might not be enough to trade with the Black Mirror," Jiang Rou reminded her.

"If it's not enough, we can play games with the blue mirror later. Let's figure out what it can do first."

As they spoke, the two arrived in front of the only black mirror. The blood-red writing on the mirror was rather hasty, but not difficult to decipher:

"Any transaction is accepted here, as long as you can afford the price."

Jiang Mian stared at the line of text for a moment, then suddenly her nose twitched as she smelled a faint scent of blood, and she couldn't help but frown slightly.

"strangeness……"

He moved closer for a closer look, his expression gradually becoming subtle. "Why does it feel like the words on this mirror were written in real blood..."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently touched the mirror. Jiang Rou tried to stop him, but it was too late.

The bloodstains on the mirror seemed to have dried long ago, but because the mirror was smooth enough, they were easily smudged.

Jiang Mian looked down at the dark red mark on her fingertip, and froze instantly, her expression hardening.

"Mr. Jiang Mian..."

Jiang Rou's heart skipped a beat. She thought he had noticed something was wrong and hurriedly tried to explain, but she saw that he was already looking at her with empty eyes.

"Oh no... I think I broke the prop."

"That's not how it is, Mr. Jiang Mian. This blood is actually... eh?"

Jiang Rou was stunned.

Jiang Mian glanced back guiltily, forcing a calm expression, but her voice was a little shaky: "We're not going to have to pay compensation, are we?"

Jiang Rou opened her mouth, then realized that the other person's change of expression was not because they had noticed something was wrong, but because they were worried about having to compensate the haunted house.

A sense of absurd unreality welled up in her heart. This being, who even the forbidden zones feared, was actually nervous about losing money. Wasn't that a bit too down-to-earth?

She quickly shook her head and said, "No, Mr. Jiang Mian, even though that bald guy broke the mirror, it's fine. You only scratched the mirror a little, so there's even less need to pay for it."

As soon as she finished speaking, as if to confirm her words, a crisp "crack" sound came from afar. The bald man fell heavily to the ground, and the green mirror on his back was crushed to pieces.

"Great marksmanship!"

"Well played!"

"Let's see how arrogant he can be now!"

Instead of criticizing, the others clapped and cheered loudly, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

"Really?" Jiang Mian's eyes lit up again.

"Of course it's true. We got in through a lottery. Even if we did break something, the production team will take care of it."

Jiang Rou glanced into the distance, suppressing her unease, and patiently reassured her, "Besides, this isn't your fault. It's all because these words were written so carelessly."

"Yes, it was indeed too perfunctory..."

Jiang Mian nodded in deep agreement, then, as if suddenly remembering something, turned back and carefully examined the black mirror in front of him, a thoughtful expression on his face.