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

Jiang Mingxu did not laugh.

But the person in the mirror smiled.

The corners of her mouth lifted up little by little.

The magnitude is getting larger and larger.

Until your straight teeth are visible.

Jiang Mingxu fell to the ground.

She clutched the red ornament around her neck tightly with both hands.

The air is getting less and less.

The red ornament was only a finger's width wide, but it felt like a thin steel wire around my neck.

With each breath, sink a little deeper into your flesh.

He looked up at the mirror.

The reflection in the mirror showed that I had already stood up.

The movements are slow.

First, straighten your collar.

He then bent down and patted the dust off his shoulders.

Finally, he looked at Jiang Mingxu in reality.

That face.

Clean.

Exquisite.

He showed no signs of dishevelment under the lights.

He looked even better than when he usually walks the red carpet.

Jiang Mingxu's temples were bulging with veins.

In reality, his face had turned purple from holding his breath.

The face in the mirror.

But it's getting more and more rosy.

It was as if the thing in the mirror was absorbing his complexion.

Jiang Mingxu forced himself to get up.

Take a step back.

Jiang Mingxu in the mirror.

Take a step forward.

He retreated again.

The person in the mirror continued forward.

The two did not increase the distance between them.

Instead, they're getting closer and closer.

soon.

The face in the mirror was almost pressed against the surface.

Jiang Mingxu could even see the bloodshot in his own eyes in the mirror.

But in reality, he...

It was clearly two meters away from the mirror.

Click.

The red decorations tightened even further.

Jiang Mingxu's legs went weak.

Just then.

The door to the dressing room slowly slid open inwards.

Two members of the Sakuragawa Dance Troupe stood outside the door, still in their black and red performance costumes, their faces still covered by thin veils.

"Jiang Sang".

The woman on the left has a gentle voice.

"Promotional video".

"There's still one more scene that needs to be reshot."

Jiang Mingxu stared intently at them.

next second.

My gaze shifted to the mirror.

The hairs on my body stood on end instantly.

Outside.

Two women in real life.

Eyebrow.

eye.

nose.

mouth.

It has everything.

But in the mirror.

Beneath their sheer veils.

It has no face.

It was a single, smooth piece of skin.

It extends from the forehead down to the chin.

It has no facial features, only a thin membrane.

His voice rose and fell gently as he spoke.

"Jiang Sang".

The sound rang out again.

Jiang Mingxu even forgot to breathe.

"you……"

His first instinct was to grab his phone.

My hand just touched the dressing table.

A sudden burning sensation on my neck.

hiss--

Inside the red trim.

A tiny paper talisman spontaneously combusted without fire.

The fire didn't burn through the fabric, but instead went straight into the back of Jiang Mingxu's neck.

He shuddered violently.

at the same time.

Thin red lines.

It lit up from all directions.

Makeup mirror.

mobile phone screen.

Brand promotional photos on the wall.

The tablet on the desktop is still open.

Even the South District promotional poster with Jiang Mingxu's image on it at the entrance.

They all surfaced above the red line.

On the phone screen.

It's a news item that just made it to the top of the trending list three hours ago.

Jiang Mingxu's new drama has surpassed 10 million pre-orders.

A red line emerges from beneath the words "tens of millions".

On the tablet.

It's a brand endorsement campaign.

Jiang Mingxu, Global Brand Ambassador

The second red line emerges.

On the wall.

Variety show poster.

Commercial large screen.

Short video cover.

Fan support image.

One.

Ten.

Hundreds of them.

The red lines are getting denser.

However, it did not enter Jiang Mingxu's body.

They all passed through the shadows on the ground.

Extending southward.

Jiang Mingxu's face quickly turned ashen.

Jiang Mingxu in the mirror looked as if he were bathed in the best lighting.

My skin is getting whiter and whiter.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Her clothes changed from ordinary casual wear to a haute couture gown from a luxury brand.

That was the outfit he wore on his first appearance at a top fashion event, the day he truly became a sensation.

Followed by.

The clothes in the mirror have changed again.

New drama press conference.

Brand dinner.

Variety show recording.

Awards ceremony.

Each time.

The smile of the person in the mirror is even more perfect.

At last.

It's through the mirror.

He said something silently.

Jiang Mingxu understood the lip movements.

Your red.

It was never yours to begin with.

"No……"

Jiang Mingxu grabbed his phone.

My fingers are shaking.

Scroll down the friends list.

Shen Qingyue.

Dial out.

The video call just connected.

"Jiang Mingxu?"

Shen Qingyue's face appeared on the screen.

Jiang Mingxu's lips turned white.

"mirror……"

"Mirror……"

"Help...me..."

next second.

It felt like something suddenly pulled back around my neck.

Jiang Mingxu's body suddenly arched.

The phone slipped from my hand.

Snapped!

It fell onto the vanity table.

The camera is pointing directly at the entire room.

"Jiang Mingxu!"

Shen Qingyue's expression changed.

In the video.

Jiang Mingxu gripped his neck tightly with both hands, the red ornament digging into his flesh.

Two members of the song and dance troupe stood behind him, motionless.

And in the makeup mirror further back.

There is also Jiang Mingxu.

He sat in his chair, watching all of this with a smile on his face.

"Jiang Mingxu!"

"Can you hear me?!"

The camera shook violently, and she stood up, trembling.

"Call the police!"

"Call the police immediately!"

The assistant rushed out.

Shen Qingyue quickly opened another number herself.

Hengtai's publicity team acted even faster.

Almost a minute after Jiang Mingxu collapsed.

The backstage room door was pushed open.

Several staff members rushed in.

"Teacher Jiang!"

"What's wrong with Teacher Jiang?"

Camera.

Phone stabilizer.

Live streaming equipment.

Let's follow up together.

No one turned off the mirror; instead, someone turned on all the lights.

One staff member even started Hengtai's official live stream.

The title consists of only one sentence:

Jiang Mingxu suddenly felt unwell backstage at the banquet, but reported that he was alright on site.

The number of viewers for the live stream surged.

One hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand.

Eight hundred thousand.

Less than a minute.

Breaking one million.

In the lens.

Jiang Mingxu was choking himself.

His staff kept pressing his hand.

"Teacher Jiang!"

"Let go!"

"Don't pinch yourself!"

The screen was flooded with comments.

What's going on?

Why is Jiang Mingxu pinching himself?

Is this a panic attack?

Call an ambulance immediately!

Why did you suddenly start self-harming?

In Hengtai's lens.

There was no one behind Jiang Mingxu.

The two dancers disappeared.

In the mirror.

He was the only one there.

Shen Qingyue, however, stared intently at her phone.

Her video call hadn't ended.

In my own picture.

The two women were still standing there.

Another Jiang Mingxu in the mirror.

He was still laughing.

She suddenly realized what was happening.

"Start a live stream."

The assistant was taken aback.

"Now?"

"Now!"

"But--"

"Even later."

"It's too late!"

Shen Qingyue took out her work computer and directly opened her account.

The show has started airing.

The live stream has just started.

The number of people then skyrocketed.

One hundred thousand.

Five hundred thousand.

One million.

On the screen.

Jiang Mingxu knelt on the ground.

His hands were gripping his neck tightly.

The red necklace had already dug into her skin.

Behind.

The two Sakuragawa dancers remained motionless.

In the makeup mirror.

The other Jiang Mingxu stood ramrod straight.

He's laughing.

That face grew increasingly rosy.

In reality, Jiang Mingxu is becoming increasingly pale.

The entire internet went crazy instantly.

【？？？？？】

【I have both doors open! Why is it different?!】

There's nobody at Hengtai!

[There are two women standing behind Shen Qingyue!]

Why is there another Jiang Mingxu reflected in the mirror?

What the hell is this live stream mishap?!

Just then.

Chen Bufan joined the online call.

He only glanced at it.

"Don't turn it off."

Shen Qingyue's voice changed.

"Master Chen!"

"Did you see that?"

Chen Bufan did not answer.

He only looked at the camera for three seconds.

Then.

The Record of Destiny is suspended in mid-air.

It flips over on its own without wind.

Luo Tiancheng stood to the side.

"Is this a mirror technique?"

"more than."

Chen Bufan watched the live stream.

"Mirror, camera, phone screen."

"They formed a complete formation."

Luo Tiancheng was taken aback.

"So many array gates."

"You're not there yet..."

Chen Bufan looked up.

He held the "Record of Destiny" directly in front of the camera in the live broadcast room.

The pages of the book fill the entire screen.

"The door is open."

"I'm not going in to take a look."

"Wouldn't all their efforts have been wasted?"

Chen Bufan had already spoken.

"Shen Qingyue."

"Call his name."

Let him answer it himself.

Shen Qingyue immediately shouted into the phone.

"Jiang Mingxu!"

"Did you hear me!"

"Your name! Your name!"

"Tell me your name!"

Jiang Mingxu, lying on the ground, was almost unconscious.

The Jiang Mingxu in the mirror slowly turned his head.

He looked at his phone.

next second.

The person in the mirror suddenly reached out and gripped their own throat with their five fingers!

In reality.

Jiang Mingxu's red necklace tightened even more in an instant.

Blood flowed directly down his neck.

"explain!"

Shen Qingyue was practically yelling.

"Jiang Mingxu!"

"Tell him who you are!"

Jiang Mingxu's eyes were bloodshot.

Only broken breaths remained in his throat.

"River……"

The red rope was tightened again.

"bright……"

The person in the mirror had their fingers completely embedded in their neck.

Jiang Mingxu's body began to convulse.

The last word was practically squeezed out of blood.

"sequence!"

boom--!

Three words were uttered.

The pages of "The Record of Destiny" suddenly turned.

[Preface by Jiang Ming]

[The Lord's command is upon you.]

[A glimpse of crimson in the mirror.]

[His name has never left his side.]

Chen Bufan pressed two fingers on the three characters "Jiang Mingxu".

The life force exploded with a roar.

In the Hengtai dressing room, all the screens went white for a moment at the same time.

Sizzle—!

The live stream was filled with rolling snowflakes.

The Jiang Mingxu in the mirror suddenly stepped back, his face filled with terror.

Chen Bufan looked at it.

"I've found you."

The person in the mirror's expression changed drastically.

It suddenly turned around and tried to escape.

"You want to leave now?"

Chen Bufan gripped the pages of the book with his five fingers.

"It's too late."

Snapped!

The Book of Destiny suddenly closed.

Snowflakes in the live stream footage.

Everything reversed at the same instant!

Camera.

Mobile phone.

Stage monitor.

Background screen.

All the things that the Yae Shadows just regarded as "Mirror Gates".

This moment.

Reverse it all.

It shines into the interior of the mirror array.

The eight figures in the makeup mirror suddenly stopped.

the other side.

Ayako Kamishiro had reached the end of the corridor.

His steps suddenly stopped.

In front of her was a black GG screen.

It lit up on its own.

There is no GG on the screen.

There was only one yellow booklet.

Ayako Kamishiro's smile froze.

"turn out to be……"

"Did you come in from here?"

next second.

The pages on the screen turned automatically.

Whoosh—!

A beam of grayish-white light.

It shone directly on her face.

Ayako Kamishiro suddenly raised her folding fan.

Snapped!

A black fan blocked his way.

But the shadow behind her.

There was no obstruction.

The gray-white life light passed directly through the screen.

The shadow nailed to the ground above his head.

boom!

Ayako Kamishiro's body swayed suddenly.

A folding fan in his hand.

A snap.

A crack appeared.

at the same time.

In the dressing room.

Both Sakuragawa dancers groaned simultaneously.

The thin veil on her face billowed without any wind.

In the mirror.

Their originally smooth, faceless skin.

Suddenly, two cracks appeared.

It was as if something had opened my eyes from within.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

Holy crap!

[Master Chen made the call?!]

[A counterattack via live stream?!]

[Why are those two women's faces split?!]

Luo Tiancheng was stunned for a moment.

"You follow their lead..."

"It's reflected back?"

Chen Bufan said calmly:

"They use this as a mirror to judge others."

"You also need to be prepared to be seen in the mirror."

The words fell.

The Record of Destiny was shaken once again.