The organization I founded has been exposed by the reborn!

A long wind swept by, swirling up scraps of paper and withered leaves scattered on the ground, making a desolate rustling sound.

Luo Qingyan tugged at the collar of her trench coat and clenched her fists.

Strands of pale yellow water swirled between her fingers as she strode forward, heading towards the clown's house.

As they drew closer, the nauseating stench of rotting flesh mixed with cheap paint grew stronger.

"Stop, organize your equipment. Turn on all tactical flashlights."

Li Zhengfeng raised his right hand and gave the order.

A series of "clicks" were heard.

More than forty powerful cold light sources instantly pierced the darkness behind the door.

Under the interplay of beams of light, the interior of the clown house was revealed to everyone.

It feels even more empty and oppressive here than it appears from the outside.

Countless faded and tattered colored ribbons hung overhead, resembling ropes used for hanging.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of black mold and ash, and you could vaguely see some blackened popcorn residue and broken puppet limbs underfoot.

The walls on both sides of the corridor were covered with huge posters of clown smiley faces.

Under the light of a tactical flashlight, the exaggerated smiles on those posters appeared abnormally distorted and pale, as if those empty eyes were staring intently at every intruder.

"call--"

The air was filled with the low-frequency, whistling sound of an old accordion being played, like the whispers of a vengeful spirit.

Even the normally well-trained agents were now breathing cautiously.

The creaking sound of leather boots on the pine wood floor was amplified infinitely in the empty corridor, striking the heart of everyone present.

Li Zhengfeng walked at the front, carrying a rifle, his palms already damp with cold sweat.

Luo Qingyan lagged behind at the very back of the group.

She wasn't in a hurry to make a move.

She needed to use this opportunity to see just how strong their mental fortitude and resilience were, given that this team of ordinary elites was composed of such individuals.

……

The team advanced through the maze-like corridors.

The interior of the Clown House is not a complete hall, but a closed sandbox structure similar to a "haunted house level".

The rooms are connected one after another, and the doors can only be opened in one direction.

With nowhere to retreat, the only option is to keep going deeper.

Five minutes later.

The group walked through a narrow corridor and came to a heavy mahogany door.

Push open the door.

A chill several times colder than the outside air rushed towards us.

This is an oval hall covering several hundred square meters.

As soon as the flashlight beam swept in, everyone felt dizzy.

The walls around the hall and the central load-bearing column are densely covered with dozens of funhouse mirrors!

More than forty flashlight beams refracted chaotically millions of times between these uneven mirror surfaces.

In the mirror.

The reflection shows countless agent figures that have been forcibly elongated, flattened, or even twisted into alien shapes.

The shadows intertwined and overlapped on the walls and ceiling, baring their fangs and claws, as if thousands of demons and monsters stood in the entire hall, surrounding them.

The low-frequency whistling sound of the old accordion resonated continuously between the mirrors, emitting a muffled roar that made one's eardrums ache.

The temperature inside the hall is dropping at a visible rate.

The breath that everyone exhaled turned into thick white mist.

"Everyone, keep quiet! Look at your feet, don't look at the mirrors on either side! Something's strange about this place!"

Li Zhengfeng issued a warning to all personnel via walkie-talkie.

He had already vaguely sensed danger.

As the order was given, the entire team huddled together tightly.

They cautiously made their way towards the center of the hall.

Just as they reached the very center of the hall.

The organ music, with its altered pitch, suddenly became rapid and high-pitched.

"Giggle...giggle..."

A hoarse, shrill laugh, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, suddenly rang out from all directions of the hall.

"alert!"

All the agents instinctively raised their guns and looked around.

Upon seeing this, everyone's breath caught in their throats.

All the reflections in the dozens of funhouse mirrors that had previously shown their distorted figures had vanished!

Instead, a chilling figure emerged.

The Smiling Clown!

It was dressed in a red and yellow striped clown costume.

The face was covered with a deathly pale foundation, which cracked into fine lines, revealing the grayish-blue rotting flesh underneath.

Two dark blue, oil-painted eyebrows were stiffly arched upwards, and large areas of the eye sockets were smudged with dark patches of color.

Those dark pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, staring intently at the crowd outside the mirror, devoid of any living spirit.

The most terrifying thing is its mouth.

His lips were forcibly pulled upwards to his ears by the paint, creating an exaggerated, distorted, wide smile.

The lip lacquer had peeled off, revealing dark, grayish teeth underneath.

The smile was stiff and fixed, like a mask permanently welded to the face.

In its hand, it still clutched a loose rope with several faded, deflated colorful balloons tied to it.

"What...what kind of monster is this..." A young agent's hand, holding a gun, trembled uncontrollably.

Faced with this extremely bizarre clown-like smiling face, driven by highly tense nerves, several agents had their fingers tightly gripping the triggers, and the sound of the bolts slightly clicking could even be heard.

however.

Just as everyone held their breath, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The clown's reflection in the dozens of mirrors, with his terrifying grin that stretched to his ears, vanished without a trace.

But before anyone could even breathe a sigh of relief...

The dozens of funhouse mirrors, which were originally mottled and yellowed, began to show extremely strange black ripples on their surfaces.

The next moment, under the trembling gazes of the agents.

The image reappeared in those rippling mirrors.

But this time, the reflection in the mirror was no longer that eerie clown, nor even the agents' own figures.

It appears in the mirror.

It has become the most terrifying, most painful, and most unforgettable hellish scene for everyone!

These funhouse mirrors seem to possess a terrifying power to read minds, accurately capturing the deepest traumas in the hearts of everyone present.

A top-notch paranormal agent standing on the left side of the group turned deathly pale instantly.

He saw his wife and daughter, who had died tragically in a car accident a few years ago, in the mirror.

Their bodies were a bloody mess, covered in blackened, rotting flesh, pressed tightly against the inside of the mirror. They pounded on the glass with their blood-soaked hands, crying and demanding why he had abandoned them, why he hadn't come to be with them.

A tough-looking guard standing nearby suddenly had bloodshot eyes.

In the mirror, he saw his old squad leader who had sacrificed his life in the border drug enforcement operation.

The old sergeant's body was mangled beyond recognition, with a large hole in his chest. He was struggling to crawl toward him in a pool of blood in the mirror, his white, bony hands reaching out to drag him into the abyss.

Everyone sees a different image in the mirror.

Without exception, they are all deadly illusions that strike at the most vulnerable parts of the soul.

Li Zhengfeng stared at the funhouse mirror in front of him, his body trembling.

In the mirror were his elderly parents, their hair white with age. Both were frail and weak, lying on their dilapidated hospital beds, groaning in pain. And he himself, for the sake of that so-called mission, hadn't even seen his parents one last time.

That was unfilial piety, guilt, and the biggest knot in his heart in this life.

"It's fake...it's all fake!"

Li Zhengfeng gritted his teeth, his steely will erupting at that moment. He abruptly closed his eyes, refusing to look at the mirror anymore.

Luo Qingyan, standing behind, also had her gaze fixed on a mirror.

The mirror reflected the scene of the disaster that occurred at the beginning of the strange occurrence in the previous life.

Under a sky full of blood moons.

To buy her time to escape, her mother rushed headlong into the monster ahead.

Looking at the scene in front of me.

A hint of sorrow flashed in Luo Qingyan's cold eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

Having survived ten years of apocalyptic trials, her mind was now as hard as iron.

This kind of mental pollution has no effect on her at all.

however,

Luo Qingyan was able to break through the demonic barrier with her willpower, but the other operators in the team couldn't withstand it.

"No...don't come any closer!"

"I'm sorry...it's my fault, I'm useless!"

Under this intense mental pollution, several agents whose willpower had collapsed could no longer endure the mind-destroying hallucinations.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and tears mixed with cold sweat streamed down their foreheads.

Cries and sobs filled with extreme fear and despair echoed continuously in the silent hall.

"Shut up! Don't make a sound! Don't cry!" Li Zhengfeng suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

He remembered the rules for killing that Luo Qingyan had previously explained.

If you are sad or crying within the clown's area of ​​effect, the rules will be triggered.

But it was too late.

The moment the agents choked back tears.

Without warning, several pairs of cold, ghostly hands formed from pale death energy reached out from the void beside them.

The ghostly hand silently reached out and brutally clamped the corners of the mouths of the speaking agents.

"Pfft—!"

Under the trembling and horrified gazes of his comrades.

The sickening sound of flesh tearing echoed throughout the hall.

The corners of the agents' mouths were violently pulled to the sides and upwards by those invisible ghost hands.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the bulletproof vest on his chest red.

Their facial skin was torn apart into an exaggerated and bizarre "smile" that revealed their teeth!

However, the excruciating pain did not cause them to scream.

in contrast.

"Hehe... Hahahaha!"

From their throats came incoherent, manic, mechanical clown laughter.

His body collapsed uncontrollably to the ground, and he began to convulse violently. His face turned a terrifying bluish-purple from suffocation.

"Little Wang! Big Liu!"

"Monster! Die!"

The sudden bloody turn of events became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

Several agents, already on edge, completely lost their minds under the shock of fear and the fall of their comrades.

They raised their assault rifles, aimed them at the surrounding funhouse mirrors, and pulled the triggers.

"Da da da da da!"

The blinding flames instantly illuminated the hall, and the deafening gunfire drowned out everything else.

however.

Something terrible happened.

These large-caliber armor-piercing rounds, powerful enough to penetrate steel plates, hit those yellowed funhouse mirrors without making a sound like glass shattering.

Not only did they fail to shatter the mirror.

Instead, it was as if they had crashed into some kind of indestructible shield.

"Jingle bells!"

The bullets, accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound, were all forcefully bounced back by the mirror at various tricky angles!

In an instant, bullets flew haphazardly through the hall, transforming into a deadly metal net.

"what!"

"Back off! Watch out for stray bullets!"

Screams erupted from all sides.

Several agents who were unable to dodge were hit by stray bullets.

Blood splattered instantly from his shoulders and thighs, followed by a series of dull thuds as he collapsed to the ground.

The carefully constructed defensive line of the team was thrown into chaos and on the verge of collapse in an instant.

"Cease fire! Everyone crouch down! Don't look in the mirror!"

Despite being hit by stray bullets, Li Zhengfeng collapsed behind a load-bearing pillar, his eyes bloodshot as he roared into the radio.

But in this chaotic situation, his voice sounded weak and powerless.

The entire squad was on the verge of being wiped out amidst fear and stray bullets.

Luo Qingyan, who had been standing quietly at the back of the group, had a cold glint in her eyes that showed no emotion whatsoever.

The training objective has been achieved.

These soldiers had come to deeply understand the irrational terror of the vengeful ghost.

Continuing to delay will only cause unnecessary casualties.

It's time to make a move.

"The River of Oblivion and the Weak Water!"

A clear, cold voice, seemingly carrying some kind of calming law of the soul, pierced through the chaotic gunfire and resounded throughout the hall.

Luo Qingyan no longer hid.

Her fair and slender hands suddenly flipped and clenched in mid-air.

boom!

A viscous, yellowish-brown Yellow Springs water, imbued with the ultimate yin and cold laws, surged out of the hall like a burst dam of the Styx!

The Weak Water, like a raging sea, instantly transformed into dozens of water columns, violently crashing against the distorted funhouse mirrors around it with overwhelming force.

"Hiss hiss hiss—!"

The eerie mirror, which had just easily deflected armor-piercing bullets, instantly vanished upon contact with the Yellow Spring Weak Water, which could dissolve the very essence of all evil spirits.

It was like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.

It emitted a loud, piercing corrosive sound.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dozens of funhouse mirrors, under the domineering corrosive power of the weak water, couldn't even last a second before collapsing in pieces!

It turned into black powder that filled the sky.

The mirror is completely destroyed!

The bewitching illusions that filled the air, and the jarring organ distortions, came to an abrupt end.

The hall returned to its dim and deathly silence, and the stray bullet crisis was over.

Luo Qingyan moved like lightning, without pausing for a moment.

She instantly darted to the agents whose mouths were torn open and who were about to suffocate.

With a single swift movement, he delivered a precise blow to the agents' necks.

The men's eyes rolled back and they fainted instantly, but their lives were saved.

Inside the hall, the surviving agents gasped for breath, their eyes filled with the terror of surviving a near-death experience as they looked at the shattered glass and their wounded comrades.

Li Zhengfeng stood up from behind the pillar and wiped the cold sweat from his face.

He looked at Luo Qingyan, his heart filled with lingering fear.

I can't imagine... if this person didn't exist today.

Their elite squad will likely perish entirely in the illusions created by those mirrors.

At this moment, Li Zhengfeng truly felt the terror of the vengeful ghost.