I can rewind time to prevent death

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So it was inevitable that there were a large number of mirrors.

He Zheng had only walked in for a short while when he saw at least seven or eight mirrors, including a full-length mirror that was part of a big wardrobe, the kind that can reflect a person’s entire body.

These mirrors reflected and refracted the light from his flashlight, making the room seem not as dark as it was when he first entered, in He Zheng’s opinion.

It was just that occasionally, the light coming through the mirrors gave him the illusion that someone else was walking towards him.

Ever since he entered the store, He Zheng skillfully flicked his right hand behind him, pinching four Hidden Buckles between the fingers, ready to throw them at the target anytime.

At this moment, other than He Zheng’s footsteps and breathing, no other sound could be heard in the entire store.

Even He Zheng himself felt somewhat oppressed. He couldn’t help but cough and stopped in front of an exquisite vanity, standing still.

This vanity was equipped with a small but very delicate stool, whose cushion was made of leather and surrounded by beautifully carved patterns.

The reason He Zheng stood there without moving elsewhere was that he noticed there was very little dust on the leather stool compared to other chairs, clearly indicating it had been used recently.

In other words, someone had sat on this stool at least in the recent past.

Behind He Zheng was a big wardrobe with a full-body oval mirror on its surface, angled towards the vanity so that He Zheng could see the area behind him in the wardrobe mirror through the vanity mirror.

Staring at the vanity mirror, He Zheng didn’t plan to move. His right hand was slightly raised so that he could flick the Hidden Buckles at any moment, then he watched carefully, unblinkingly, through the world in the vanity mirror.

If it was a Person in the Mirror, it was very likely that this strangeness would appear in the mirror.

He Zheng’s plan was to throw a few Hidden Buckles at it the moment it appeared, no questions asked. After freezing it in the mirror with a Chilling Hidden Buckle, he would decide whether to burn it with fire or smash the mirror to kill the entity.

Based on He Zheng’s speculation, there was a fifty-fifty chance of killing the entity if he smashed the mirror, while the other half was to release it into the real world.

If it was released into his world, he was confident that he could still crush it, perhaps even capture it alive.

From the past missions he had completed, like the strangeness at Guan Lake, the event team had rated it as an F-level, but in reality, its strength was definitely high enough to cause an E-level strangeness event; it just never had the chance to show it.

When He Zheng arrived there, he noticed the abnormality and still managed to kill it. This demonstrated the complexity of strangeness event levels.

Now, the ghost in the mirror, despite causing the disappearance of two people, in He Zheng’s opinion, there was a good chance those people weren’t dead but were pulled into the Mirror World by this strangeness.

This sort of strangeness may sound frightening but actually has low lethality, which is why He Zheng dared to act before Yan Junze arrived.

As long as nobody was killed, the level may not even reach D; reaching E would be considered good.

While pondering, He Zheng’s eyebrows twitched slightly. Under the illumination of the flashlight, he saw in the vanity mirror the world deep within it, as if someone was standing to the left of the big wardrobe behind him, barely discernible.

The person was dressed in dark clothes, with no visible features, unknown when they had appeared there.

Instinctively, He Zheng immediately turned to look in the direction of the wardrobe behind him, only to find nothing there.

Then he turned his head back and was startled, his whole body shuddering. The dark figure, which had been standing beside the wardrobe in the mirror, was now completely out and walking toward him with a straight posture, hands hanging naturally by the sides without swinging.

It was clear that this person only appeared in the world of the mirror, which is why there was nothing behind He Zheng at that moment.

Now He Zheng could see clearly; it was a woman, a woman with shoulder-length hair that completely covered her face.

The woman was dressed in a black, long-sleeved dress, so her arms were not exposed, and the only part of her hands that was visible was a deathly pale, as if watching a black and white silent film.

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The woman’s shoulders seemed to rise slightly, almost parallel with her chin, completely close to the dresser mirror, so she felt like she stood exactly where He Zheng was standing now. But in the mirror, He Zheng no longer saw himself but was replaced by this woman.

He was a bit surprised, took a slight step to the left, trying to move his shadow in the mirror out of the spot where the woman stood.

But as he moved, the woman also took a small step, still appearing where He Zheng’s shadow should be in the mirror, making it so he still couldn’t see himself, only this woman whose cheeks were completely covered by her hair.

By this time, he no longer hesitated and flicked the Chilling Hidden Buckle that was pinched between his thumb and forefinger out.

With a bang, the Hidden Buckle scattered upon hitting the mirror’s surface.

The whole mirror made a cracking sound, and a white layer spread over it, completely freezing the mirror’s surface.

During this process, He Zheng didn’t move, nor did the Person in the Mirror. It wasn’t until the whole mirror was completely frozen over, that is, enveloped in a layer of transparent ice shards, that He Zheng tried to move again.

However, unexpectedly, the Person in the Mirror hadn’t been frozen at all, still following his steps, unchanged, stubbornly obstructing He Zheng’s projection in the mirror.

He Zheng let out a cold snort, kicked forcefully at the mirror. He used all his strength for this kick, and the vanity mirror wasn’t very sturdy; if hit, it would easily shatter.

As long as he could force the Person in the Mirror out, he was still confident he could deal with her.

Who knew that when his foot struck the mirror, it would emit a solid thud without any change.

His leg started to tingle; it felt like he had kicked a steel plate, not a mirror at all.

After that kick, the frozen ice shards on the mirror dropped off, the thin layer of white mist covering the mirror vanished, and the woman inside the mirror moved slightly. This time she didn’t follow He Zheng but slowly sat down, as if on the empty leather stool. @@novelbin@@

He Zheng was stunned for a moment, suddenly unsure how to proceed.

"Sit."

A woman’s voice came from the mirror, and as it sounded, one could see the mirror’s surface trembling slightly.

He Zheng thought he had misheard, but after seeing the woman indeed sitting down inside the mirror, he hesitated for a moment and then followed, slowly sitting down on the leather stool himself.

By then, he had made up his mind; if all else failed, he would throw a High-Energy Collapse.

With the power of the High-Energy Collapsing Hidden Buckle, not just the vanity mirror in front of him, but also the two cabinets nearby, would be destroyed together.

Moreover, He Zheng had an even stronger unique skill. As his sister worked in the Exorcist team, he had received a Super-Energy Burst long ago and had never used it.

Even at this moment, he didn’t believe he would need to use the Super-Energy Burst.

Could the strangeness in this mirror really reach the level of Sculpting Spirit? And even if it were a Sculpting Spirit, with the Super-Energy Burst Hidden Buckle in hand, He Zheng had nothing to fear.

After sitting down, the woman’s mouth hidden in her hair spoke again, "Do you like to hear stories?"

He Zheng frowned tightly, not speaking.

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The woman asked again, "Do you like to tell stories?"

He Zheng still did not speak.

The Person in the Mirror continued on her own, "I do."

With that, she reached out her hands towards He Zheng, slowly parting the hair that covered her face.