I buried the gods in the restricted area.

"What's going on with those two people?"

In the distance, seeing Jiang Mian and his companion ignoring the gunfire and walking straight towards the black mirror, one of them frowned, his tone filled with surprise and anger, "They clearly heard us firing, and not only did they not come to help, but they even dared to walk towards the black mirror. Aren't they afraid of dying?"

"Ignore them."

The burly man beside him, holding an AK, had a gloomy face and his eyes were fixed on the bald man opposite him who was carrying a green mirror. "The mirrors in Mirror Lake grow silently and have the ability to bewitch people. If you are reflected in them for too long, you may even have hallucinations. I almost fell for it just now. Those two people are probably entangled by the black mirror, just like these two guys."

After a brief exchange, they realized that the two were not actually carrying the green mirror on their backs, but rather growing out of the mirror's surface. The mirror was pressed tightly against their backs, which was why it looked like they were carrying a mirror.

Fortunately, it turned out that the danger level of Mirror Lake had not deviated from the scope of the E-level restricted area. Although the two looked strange, they were still unable to resist the guns. In just a few shots, the two had their limbs shattered and fell to the ground unable to move.

The reason they weren't killed off directly was because it was necessary to find out whether these two were still "companions" who had followed them into the restricted area.

Fearing being reflected directly in the green mirror and becoming like this, neither human nor ghost, no one dared to approach rashly. They simply kept a distance and remained wary of the two. The tall, thin man took the opportunity to take the camera from the photographer and carefully reviewed the recording.

After a long pause, he raised his head with a solemn expression: "The two pistols on the bald man's waist have been switched... I have reason to suspect that the real ones are already dead, and these two are fakes made by mirrors."

Despite having similar suspicions in their hearts, hearing the irrefutable evidence still sent a chill down everyone's spine.

A look of disgust flashed across the short-haired woman's face as she said coldly, "Check the video footage a few more times and see who else might have been replaced."

She clearly didn't trust the tall, thin man. As she spoke, she walked up to the camera herself, carefully watching the recording over and over again, comparing the images with each person in front of her.

During this time, in addition to being wary of the two "mirror figures" lying on the ground not far away, she also secretly guarded against everyone nearby, and even pointed her gun at the tall, thin man next to her without any attempt to hide it.

The tall, thin man didn't care about her distrust, because at this moment his large-mouthed pistol was also pointed at her. While watching the replay, he said, "It seems that the information given by the green mirror is credible. There is indeed a possibility that there are non-human beings mixed in among us."

The short-haired woman sneered, "If that thing were really believable, it wouldn't have produced these two disgusting things."

"The forbidden zone has always been a place where risks and opportunities coexist. Just because I say it's credible doesn't mean it's not dangerous."

The tall, thin man shook his head, glanced at Jiang Mian and Jiang Rou in front of the black mirror in the distance, and changed the subject, "I've checked carefully. Apart from those two, the rest of the people shouldn't have been replaced. What about your side?"

"Same."

The short-haired woman remained expressionless. "However..."

She suddenly raised her gun, but instead of pointing it at the tall, thin man, she pointed it at the muscular photographer. "You've never been in the video. What makes you think you're still you?"

The photographer frowned slightly, said nothing, and simply placed his hand on his waist.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Just as tensions were about to rise, Zhang Yang spoke up at the opportune moment: "The mirror figures that have appeared now all have obvious green mirrors on their backs. Instead of suspecting each other, why not try to get some information out of them?"

That makes sense.

The tall, thin man's eyes lit up. "Since the green mirror can provide information, perhaps the mirror image people that 'grow' from the mirror can too."

The number of dressing mirrors in Mirror Lake is increasing every moment. Once a person's image is reflected in the mirror, they will become mentally confused and even hallucinate. Unless they keep breaking the mirrors, it is difficult to stay sober. They must find a solution as soon as possible.

As for actively seeking out the green mirror... having witnessed the miserable state of the two bald men, no one dared to venture deep into the forest again. For now, they could only rely on these two mirror figures.

"Then who will ask? You, or us?" the short-haired woman asked sarcastically.

Everyone knew that obtaining information from the green mirror came at a price, and even if the mirror image was willing to answer questions, they probably couldn't avoid this process.

"I'll do it."

After a brief silence, perhaps to prove his identity, the photographer spoke up: "I have two 'participation awards,' so even if there are any problems, I should be able to handle them."

Before anyone could respond, he took two steps forward and asked the two people on the ground:

"Tell me, if I want to survive in Mirror Lake, is all I need to do is smash all the mirrors around me?"

He had clearly considered it carefully. The question was quite clear; all that was needed was a yes or no answer. Even if there was a price to pay, it probably wouldn't be too serious.

However, the bald man and the other mirror image remained looking up at the sky, unresponsive to his question. Their eerie smiles seemed to have spread a little more, sending chills down one's spine.

Just when everyone thought they wouldn't answer, the bald man suddenly spoke:

"You said...you want to survive at Mirror Lake?"

The photographer paused for a moment, about to nod, but then suddenly remembered something and lowered his expectations, saying, "It doesn't need to be too long, six hours will be enough."

The bald man looked up at the sky and grinned: "Surviving for six hours in Mirror Lake isn't easy."

"I'm willing to pay the price."

The photographer tentatively suggested, "I have two 'participation prizes,' and if you'd like, I can use them to exchange for this information."

He paused, then glanced down at the mechanical watch on his wrist. "And it doesn't need to take six hours, four hours is enough."

After a brief silence, the bald man's smile faded, and he seemed to be seriously considering the offer: "Two 'participation prizes' in exchange for your survival in Mirror Lake for four hours, is that right?"

"It's us," the tall, thin man quickly interjected.

The photographer frowned and glanced at him, but remained silent.

"You think you can get so many of you to survive four hours in Mirror Lake with just two participation prizes?"

The bald man scoffed, "The price isn't enough."

"What if there are four 'participation prizes'?"

The tall, thin man seemed to have anticipated this response, and only then did he begin to raise the price.

"That's something we could consider..."

After deliberating for a long time, the bald man suddenly struggled to his feet, his gaze slowly sweeping over every wary face present. He grinned and said, "But... are you sure this is what each of you wants?"

"I'm sure," the tall, thin man said earnestly.

The others echoed his sentiments, and even the most cautious short-haired woman hesitated and nodded after a brief moment of thought.

The bald man grinned, but the smile gradually became eerie and distorted.

"I have heard your wishes."

But the next second.

Jiang Rou's urgent shouts grew louder as they approached.

"Don't ask the green mirror for information!"

"It's a lie!"