A single divination predicts life and death; the entire internet begs me to start a live stream.

The color drained from Wang Tianhao's face little by little.

He had absolutely no recollection of when he had taken the wine glass back.

In the headphones.

Chen Bufan suddenly spoke.

"lay down."

Wang Tianhao loosened his grip.

Snapped!

The wine glass shattered with a jarring sound.

A dozen or so people around him turned to look at him at the same time.

That instant.

Wang Tianhao's heart sank.

It's not because they're looking at him.

Rather, it's because these people turned their heads at the exact same angle.

Like a dozen clones.

next second.

Everyone returned to normal.

Someone frowned.

Some people laughed.

Someone asked the waiter to clean it up.

That scene just now.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Wang Tianhao whispered:

"Master Chen."

"What on earth are they doing?"

inside the car.

The "Record of Destiny" was placed on Chen Bufan's lap, but the book was not opened.

"Don't rush."

The stage then moves into its second segment.

Eight black umbrellas were opened simultaneously.

Snapped!

The lobby lights were cut into pieces.

The black umbrella rotates.

Mirror refraction.

The figures began to move back and forth between the eight mirrors.

Guests at the scene kept taking photos.

A flurry of flashes went off.

Someone excitedly said:

"So beautiful."

"How is this mirror magic trick done?"

"Did someone just walk through the mirror?"

Nobody was afraid.

Everyone assumed it was just for the show.

Wang Tianhao felt a cold sweat seep out of his back.

He noticed a detail.

Eight dancers were barefoot.

The lobby floor has just been waxed.

After the dance.

Shallow footprints were left on the ground.

First lap.

Eight people.

Eight sets of footprints.

Second lap.

Eight people.

Nine sets of footprints.

Third lap.

Ten groups.

Fourth lap.

Twelve groups.

There were clearly only eight women on stage.

Footprints on the stage.

But there are more and more of them.

Even more bizarrely...

The extra footprints.

They didn't walk in from the edge of the stage.

They are the first step.

It appeared right in front of the mirror.

It looks like there's something there.

It came out of the mirror.

Wang Tianhao's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Master Chen..."

"Something seems to be coming out of the mirror."

Luo Tiancheng stared at the live stream.

"Don't come near."

"I didn't lean on it."

How many people are on stage?

"Eight."

"Where are the footprints?"

Wang Tianhao lowered his head.

There are too many to count.

Eighteen floors.

Shi Zhiyuan finally realized something was wrong.

He was standing in the bathroom.

The reflection in the mirror shows me still sitting on the bed.

The two were separated by a mirror.

They looked at each other.

Shi Zhiyuan's face gradually turned pale.

He turned left.

Shi Zhiyuan remained motionless in the mirror.

To the right.

It's still not moving.

Shi Zhiyuan slowly walked closer to the mirror.

The reflection of myself in the mirror.

He suddenly smiled.

Shi Zhiyuan did not laugh.

Snapped!

The protective charm by the bedside suddenly lit up.

The reflection in the mirror instantly returned to normal.

Shi Zhiyuan suddenly stepped back.

at the same time.

Below the life-protecting talisman, a black footprint appeared out of nowhere.

Old factory.

Liu Jianguo suddenly opened his eyes.

thump.

thump.

thump.

thump.

despair.

It sounds like someone is knocking something underground.

Four layers. One light layer.

His face turned pale instantly.

"No……"

One more time.

thump.

thump.

thump.

thump.

despair.

five years ago.

Below the old street.

It's the same sound.

Four adults.

a child.

Liu Jianguo lifted the blanket.

I was just about to get out of bed.

The black line on my ankle suddenly tightened.

"what!"

He fell back onto the bed.

The protective charm lit up automatically.

Liu Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief.

Available in the next second.

The talisman did not force the black lines back.

Instead, they pressed his legs down.

Snapped.

The earth's energy in the entire cave suddenly sank.

Liu Jianguo was firmly strapped to the side of the bed.

He was stunned.

The life-protecting formation was still saving his life.

They are still protecting him.

Stay here.

Never go outside.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call out to Luo Shouzhou, but no sound came out.

On the stage, eight black umbrellas suddenly closed simultaneously.

Snapped!

The eight black umbrellas closed simultaneously.

The eight dancers dispersed.

The first step has been taken.

despair.

During the police's technical team's monitoring, a Hengtai internal node suddenly came online.

The second step.

the second.

third step.

The third.

No invasion.

No police were called.

All licenses are authorized by Hengtai.

Technicians quickly tracked it down.

His expression quickly changed.

"Team Leader Lin."

"All eight nodes eventually lead to the same place."

"South District Complex"

"The central control center on the third basement level."

Wang Tianhao heard the sound in his earphones and looked up at the stage.

The eight dancers continued.

Each step.

That means one more set of equipment will be started up over there.

Firefighting.

elevator.

ventilation.

Backup power supply.

Finally, Ayako Kamishiro lifted her foot and landed gently.

despair.

The technician suddenly spoke up:

"Everything is started!"

At the same time.

On the third basement level of the South District complex, in the empty central control room, rows of indicator lights were lit up simultaneously.

But deep beneath the thick concrete beneath the server room.

A huge, dark red square seal slowly lit up.

thump.

Eight dancers.

Simultaneously stepping on the ground.

This kick.

It's very light.

All elevators at Kehengtai headquarters.

It also dropped one floor.

Only for a moment.

The numbers on the display screen didn't even change.

The chandeliers in the banquet hall all started swaying.

cup.

Plate.

Tables and chairs.

They all shook.

The surrounding guests gasped in surprise.

soon.

Back to normal.

The waiter explained with a smile:

"It might be that the device is starting up."

No one asked any further questions.

The music started playing again on stage.

And at this very moment.

Three places.

Changes occur simultaneously.

Eighteen floors.

Shi Zhiyuan's life-saving talisman.

A footprint.

It becomes two.

Old factory.

The shadow of Liu Jianguo's four wind cards.

Flip all of them.

Below Zhou Heng's shirt.

A pale red square seal.

It slowly floated up to my chest.

Three life lines.

At the same time, tensions are being tightened towards the south.

Luo Tiancheng suddenly cursed.

"Oh shit."

"They're trying to sway the old man!"

Chen Bufan glanced at the "Record of Destiny".

"No."

"The formation hasn't moved."

Luo Tiancheng was taken aback.

His expression changed drastically the next second; he understood.

"They didn't break through the formation..."

"They added extra rules..."

When the Southern School's Life-Protecting Formation is activated.

First, establish your aspirations.

Luo Shouzhou made only one wish.

[The man is in the midst of battle.]

[The flame of life will never be extinguished.]

The eight shadowy figures did not touch those eight characters.

They were only behind the shadows of the three men's lives.

They secretly extended the time by an hour.

[Open for business.]

"They are using him to survive."

Shi Zhiyuan wanted to leave the building.

The life-protecting formation then kept him there.

Liu Jianguo wanted to escape.

The earth's energy then automatically presses back.

Zhou Heng was struck by blood.

The formation then extended his life.

three people.

Not a single one will die.

At least not before it opens.

Chen Bufan looked at the three life flames in the "Record of Destiny" that were getting brighter and brighter.

"The life-protecting formation is still protecting you."

"It starts now."

"It's not about protecting whether they can live or die."

On the pages of the book.

Three lifelines extend towards the southern area simultaneously.

"But they must live until that hour."

Luo Tiancheng felt a chill run down his spine.

The most evil place among the Eight Shadows.

They didn't even break Luo Shouzhuo's formation, but by taking advantage of his intention to protect their lives, they managed to transform the lives of three living people into three things that could not die prematurely.

The last drumbeat disappeared.

The performance has ended.

The banquet hall was completely silent.

Then.

There was thunderous applause.

Everyone stand up.

It's still eight beats.

The eighth repetition ends.

All applause stopped simultaneously.

No one noticed anything unusual.

Ayako Kamishiro was accompanied by eight dancers.

He bowed to the entire audience.

Thank you everyone.

She smiled gently.

"You all have expressed your opinions."

"We already have."

"I received it, Hao Hao."

Wang Tianhao heard this.

I suddenly got goosebumps all over my body.

He looked down at the table.

The broken wine glass has been taken away by the waiter.

The carpet was also wiped clean.

But where the wine glass was originally placed.

It left a red circular mark.

Like the bottom of a cup.

It also resembles inkpad.

Every table around.

There is one for each.

Backstage.

The door was closed.

The applause was cut off.

The eight core dancers lined up in a row.

At the same time, she removed her veil.

Then.

They did the exact same action again.

Extend two fingers behind the ears.

With a gentle lift.

hiss--

The surface of the cheek.

A nearly transparent film was torn off.

It's not a face mask.

The inside of the film was printed with their faces from the mirror.

The face in reality is still the same face.

All eight faces on the mirror had their eyes closed.

Ayako Kamishiro stood in front of the vanity mirror.

Unfold the black fan.

Eight dancers knelt down on one knee at the same time.

"Eight Shadows."

"The first level."

"Borrowing protection."

"It's done."

The mirror slowly turned black.

Black seeps out from the deepest part of the mirror.

finally.

A processed male voice rang out.

"Three-person situation".

Ayako Kamishiro lowered her head.

"Lord Shi."

"It's locked."

"Liu Jun".

"The acupoints are being guarded for us."

"Where is Zhou Heng?"

Ayako Kamishiro's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Zhou Jun thought it was the red mark on his chest from earlier."

"It's to avert disaster for him."

There was a two-second silence in the mirror.

"very good."

"Before opening."

"Three people."

"Not a single one can die."

All eight people bowed their heads at the same time.

"Yes."

"What if Luo Jun finds out?"

Ayako Kamishiro asked softly.

"Don't touch him."

Why?

The voice in the mirror said calmly:

"Let him continue to protect; his formation is stronger than our own."

Ayako Kamishiro smiled.

"I see."

"Let the enemy..."

"Guard the offerings for us."

"That's definitely a very convenient approach."

The mirror surface has returned to normal.

But when the eight dancers raised their heads...

Eight people in the mirror.

He remained kneeling, not getting up.

Ayako Kamishiro didn't pay any attention; she simply turned her head slowly and looked at the other side of the corridor.

Jiang Mingxu's dressing room.

"There's one more."

"Borrowed red."

"It's already on."

outside the hallway.

The staff left one after another, their footsteps fading into the distance.

Finally, only the green light for the emergency exit remained, flashing on and off.

In the dressing room.

Jiang Mingxu had already changed back into his own clothes.

The only thing he hadn't taken off was the red necklace around his neck; he reached up and touched the metal clasp at the back.

Press.

It's not open.

I tried again.

Click.

I clearly heard the sound of the latch popping open.

After loosening your grip.

The red string is still there.

Jiang Mingxu frowned.

"What a piece of junk..."

He tugged at it twice with force.

It didn't budge, but instead my neck felt a little itchy.

No, it's like there's a very thin hair.

It kept burrowing into the skin.

He reached out and grabbed, but there was nothing there.

In the mirror.

The necklace was a little taller than it actually was.

It was right next to his Adam's apple.

Jiang Mingxu was stunned.

Look down at yourself.

The red string was still above the collarbone.

Look up again.

The red string in the mirror.

His Adam's apple was already pressed down.

He sat up straight instinctively.

My reflection in the mirror.

But it didn't move, maintaining the slightly bowed head posture it had been in.

Jiang Mingxu froze instantly. The air conditioner wasn't on, but a chill ran down his neck.

A few seconds later.

Jiang Mingxu slowly looked up from the mirror.

The movements were very gentle.

He was a full beat behind him.

Jiang Mingxu stared at the mirror.

He didn't speak.

He was staring at himself in the mirror.

Exactly the same face.

The same clothes.

Only the eyes seem a little darker than in reality.

Just then.

despair.

A sound of bare feet hitting the ground came from behind.

Jiang Mingxu suddenly turned around.

no one.

The dressing room was empty.

A few chairs.

Coat hanger.

A half-open door.

There was nothing there.

despair.

Another sound.

This time it came from the mirror.

Jiang Mingxu slowly turned back.

My breathing stopped for a moment.

Deep within the mirror.

There are eight more people.

These are the eight dancers who were on stage just now.

They stood far away.

It's like being separated by another banquet hall that doesn't exist.

Her feet were not visible; only the hem of her skirt moved slightly.

despair.

first step.

despair.

The second step.

Eight people moved forward at the same time.

Every step taken.

One of the lights in the mirror went out.

Jiang Mingxu turned around.

In reality, all the lights are on.

Look in the mirror again.

Three lamps have already been extinguished.

The eight dancers drew closer.

The thin veil on her face did not move.

Even breathing is invisible.

They were just walking.

despair.

despair.

despair.

The sound was getting closer.

Until the final step is taken.

Eight people stopped behind Jiang Mingxu.

He was less than two meters away.

Jiang Mingxu suddenly stood up.

The chair legs scraped against the floor with a screeching sound.

squeak--

The chair in the mirror.

But it didn't move.

Jiang Mingxu was still sitting there in the mirror.

He has his back to the eight dancers.

Jiang Mingxu's expression changed completely.

"Who?"

Sound output.

My lips didn't move in the mirror.

Half a second passed.

His reflection slowly opened its mouth.

No sound.

They only mouthed the same two words.

Who?

then.

All eight dancers tilted their heads at the same time.

The angles are exactly the same.

Like eight dolls suspended by the same string.

Jiang Mingxu took a step back.

The reflection in the mirror did not recede.

Instead, he slowly raised his hand.

He touched his neck.

in reality.

Jiang Mingxu's hands were still hanging at his sides.

But the hand in the mirror had already grasped the red necklace.

Gently pull it upwards.

Jiang Mingxu's throat tightened suddenly.

"Well……"

He suddenly covered his neck.

Even though the red rope hadn't moved, a thin mark had already appeared on her skin.

And in the mirror.

The mark was deeper.

Purplish-red.

It has already gone around a whole circle.

Jiang Mingxu's breathing began to become erratic.

Right in the middle of the eight dancers.

Ayako Kamishiro slowly walked out.

But there were no footsteps outside the door.

But she appeared in the mirror.

step.

step.

He walked behind Jiang Mingxu in the mirror.

Ayako Kamishiro bowed slightly.

Like adjusting an actor's costume.

He pinched the red necklace between two fingers.

Gently straighten it.

"Jiang Jun, like this."

In the mirror.

Her lips moved.

The voice, however, rang in Jiang Mingxu's ears.

"It looks better that way."

Jiang Mingxu's hair stood on end instantly.

He turned around abruptly.

There was no one behind him.

But a very faint fragrance just brushed past his shoulder.

He immediately turned back to the mirror.

Ayako Kamishiro has returned to the group of eight dancers.

It was as if we had never been close.

Eight people raised their hands at the same time.

Pointing to Jiang Mingxu in the mirror.

To be precise.

It was his neck.

Jiang Mingxu suddenly realized something.

Slowly lower your head.

In reality.

The red necklace is still in its original place.

But the red string in the mirror.

It has become deeply embedded in the skin and flesh.

Followed by.

Click.

Necklaces in real life.

I tightened it by one notch.

Jiang Mingxu's breathing stopped instantly.

"Well!"

He grabbed the red rope with both hands at the same time.

Pull it outwards with force.

It can't be torn apart.

Apply more force.

The metal buckle actually sinks into the skin.

The chair was knocked over.

boom!

Jiang Mingxu fell heavily to the ground.

The elbow struck with a dull thud.

But inside the mirror.

Everything was quiet.

Jiang Mingxu was sitting properly in the chair in the mirror.

Even his expression didn't change.

Outside the mirror, Jiang Mingxu was already kneeling on the ground, his face flushed.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

But the reflection in the mirror slowly raised its hand.

Unbutton the top button of your collar.

The second one.

The third one.

Exposing her chest.

Under the skin.

A dark red circle.

It's gradually emerging.

Like ink seeping from deep within the flesh onto the skin.

The edges are becoming increasingly clear.

Jiang Mingxu's pupils continued to contract.

My chest started to feel hot.

He lowered his head.

A red light was shining through the clothes.

When I looked up again.

Eight dancers in the mirror.

He has already knelt down.

No sound.

It was frighteningly neat.

Knees hit the ground.

Head down.

Place your hands in front of your body.

Ayako Kamishiro was among them.

They were not kneeling before Jiang Mingxu.

Everyone's forehead.

They were all directly facing the red mark on his chest.

It seemed to be inside Jiang Mingxu's body.

There is something.

I finally woke up.

Outside the mirror.

Jiang Mingxu was still desperately tugging at the necklace.

His fingernails had already scratched his neck raw.

Blood trickled down his finger.

Jiang Mingxu, however, slowly raised his head in the mirror.

Look at your true self in the mirror.

then.

The corners of his mouth gradually turned up.

The laughter deepened.

Until the teeth are visible.

next second.

The face in the mirror spoke a single sentence.

Jiang Mingxu understood.

It's finally your turn.