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"You are..." He Zheng felt like he had survived a catastrophe, gasping for air, and it took a long time for him to realize, "You are Yan Junze? Thank God you came, or else... the consequences..."

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Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed that the man was still grabbing his hands, saying nothing, without any other movements, just staring straight into his eyes, expressionless.

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After calming down, He Zheng began to feel suspicious.

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No matter what, if it were Yan Junze who had rushed over, his reaction wouldn’t be like this after rescuing him.

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With this thought, he immediately turned his head to look again at the mirror on the dressing table, and when he saw the reflection clearly, he instantly took a sharp intake of breath.

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He saw that his reflection in the mirror was still sitting nicely, smiling at him, with no sight of anyone else, nor any sign that he had turned around, when in fact someone was holding his wrists.

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The He Zheng in the mirror sat quietly, still holding the makeup tools, as if he was still putting on makeup.

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Feeling the strength from the person holding his wrist, He Zheng was certain someone was grabbing him. A shock went through his heart, and he stopped staring at the mirror and turned his head slowly back to look at the person holding him.

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What appeared before his eyes was a woman in a black cloth dress, with long hair cascading over her shoulders, completely covering her face. She was the very same ’Person in the Mirror’ He Zheng had seen earlier.

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And now, this ’Person in the Mirror’ was holding his hands, motionless.

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He Zheng swallowed, glanced down, and saw that his cellphone, which was lit by the flashlight, had been placed on the dressing table, with the screen facing the table, shining upward. Therefore, the ground was pitch dark, and the dropped High-Energy Collapsing Hidden Buckle was nowhere to be found.

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"No... it’s not... Yan Junze..."

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He Zheng became stammering; a second ago he thought he was saved, only to find out later that this was another nightmare.

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Regardless, it seemed now that the woman had walked out of the mirror.

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He Zheng tried to pull back his hands, which were being held by the woman, but she was surprisingly strong and didn’t budge at all.

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Not only did he fail to retract his arms, but sensing He Zheng’s struggle, the woman bent down, brought her head close to He Zheng, slowly lifted his hands that she was holding and started brushing away the hair that completely covered her cheeks with his hands.

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Touching the woman’s hair, He Zheng couldn’t help but feel a chilling coldness that he hadn’t felt in a long time, yet he was still unable to break free.

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He watched his hands move at an extremely slow speed, lifting the hair that covered the woman’s cheeks. The nervousness in his heart reached its peak.

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Before he could get a clear look at the woman’s face, He Zheng closed his eyes sharply. At this moment, he could only close his eyes, having no other way to resist.

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In his mind, ever since he sat on this leather stool, he had been in a passive state, interfered with by this ’Person in the Mirror.’

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Not long after he closed his eyes, he could feel the woman’s face slowly getting closer. Although he couldn’t see it, a bone-chilling coldness was getting nearer and nearer. It seemed as if she was breathing, and her breath was piercing cold.

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"Damn, how can this be so scary?"

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At this time, He Zheng felt a fear like never before, a kind of fear he had never encountered in his career as an exorcist.

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In the past, his exorcisms with the Collapsing Hidden Buckle had been successful with a single try, making him confident and unrivaled. But today, he had encountered a challenge like never before.

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Now, with fear taking root in his heart, it spread uncontrollably throughout his body, causing goosebumps to rise, a chill ran down his spine, and a numbness at the back of his head, almost causing him to collapse.

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Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and upon seeing the face that was now completely close to him, He Zheng’s eyes rolled back, and with a thud, he fainted.

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In front of the dressing table, Yan Junze was holding He Zheng’s hands with a bewildered look on his face, watching as he suddenly fell into unconsciousness.

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He hadn’t been at "Bedroom Companion" furniture store for long, but he saw that the roller shutter door was already open, so he was sure the exorcist who was to cooperate with him had already entered.

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Originally, Yan Junze didn’t plan to continue with this assignment, firstly because this exorcist clearly didn’t play by the rules, acting on his own and leaving Yan Junze behind, and also because cooperating with such a man might expose his own secrets.

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Since he was so cocksure, let him deal with the ’Person in the Mirror’ alone, Yan Junze thought. He would just wash his hands off and walk away.

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Just as Yan Junze was about to leave, he heard a noise from within the darkness of the furniture store. He stood at the entrance and called out.

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There was no answer.

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And at this time, no mission prompts popped up in the atlas in his mind. Yan Junze didn’t plan to activate his "Perception of Strange Events". He was already here; he could directly approach the site of the strangeness without wasting any more energy.

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So he stepped inside.

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To navigate more easily, Yan Junze also turned on his phone’s flashlight. There were many mirrors inside, and walking too quickly could cause illusions, making it feel as if someone else holding a flashlight was walking towards him.

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After about two minutes, he stood beside a wardrobe and turned off the flashlight on his phone. In the darkness, he quietly watched everything that was happening in front of the vanity.

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What he saw was a young man with "Exorcist" practically written on his forehead, sitting alone in front of the vanity, his face wearing a strange smile, talking to the mirror and applying make-up on his face from the tools on the table.

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Initially, Yan Junze thought there was some strangeness in the mirror, but when he took a closer look, he found that no person in the mirror appeared.

The person in the mirror was still He Zheng, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, applying makeup.

"This guy... why does it feel like a possession spirit has taken over him?" Yan Junze muttered to himself, watching He Zheng’s mechanical movements.

He then saw He Zheng use eyebrow pencils and other items to smear his face beyond recognition, while concurrently telling himself stories in clear articulation and practiced motions.

Yan Junze watched and listened; he had to admit, in this quiet and dark environment, it was quite the spooky experience.

Soon after the second story about "Uncle Sun" ended, he saw He Zheng put down his makeup tools, raise his hands, and then slowly start to choke himself, as if the neck was not his own, almost as if it came free with a phone recharge.

After more than ten seconds, veins protruded on He Zheng’s neck, his eyes bulged out, and his face swelled up to a deep red.

Yan Junze knew he had to intervene, or else this guy would seriously hurt himself right there.

And so the scene from earlier unfolded.

But even now, Yan Junze didn’t understand why He Zheng fainted. He looked at himself as if he saw a different kind of horror, the reason for which was unknown to him.

Since He Zheng had fainted, Yan Junze simply helped him to the ground to lie down properly, so he wouldn’t get in the way.

Then he placed his own phone on the dressing table, with the flashlight of both phones providing a bit of light, just a little stronger than before.

Afterward, Yan Junze looked towards the mirror on the dressing table.

Through that mirror, he could see his own reflection being cast from another mirror behind him.

Remembering He Zheng’s bizarre behavior just now, he looked down at the dressing table and the beautifully designed leather stool that was part of it..

Yan Junze had no intention of sitting down for the time being.

Because all of He Zheng’s strange behavior happened while sitting there, he didn’t want to touch anything in the area for now.

Looking again at the mirror in front of him, this time, he saw the vague outline of a figure appearing in it.

Or more accurately, beside the large wardrobe that stood behind him.

Since only the silhouette was visible, it was impossible to tell if it was a man or a woman. The figure just stood there, motionless.

Yan Junze turned around to look and found nothing out of the ordinary beside the wardrobe—no figure appeared.

He was surprised and turned back to the mirror to check if he had been mistaken. But upon turning his head, he was taken aback to see that the figure, which had just been standing beside the wardrobe, was now coming out, shoulders hunched high, almost level with the chin, and slowly stepped up to the mirror.

It was a woman with long hair cascading over her shoulders, completely obscuring her face.

Where Yan Junze used to see his own reflection in the mirror, the woman had now approached from within the mirror and his image was completely replaced—or rather, obscured by the woman in the mirror.

Yan Junze looked down at his feet and then frowned; he realized that even though He Zheng had recently been lying on the ground, his figure had vanished without a trace.

He then looked at the mirror, where the woman had already taken a seat, seemingly on the leather stool within the mirror.

Shortly after she sat down, the figure of a man stood up from behind the woman in the mirror, his back to the outside, and it was the silhouette of He Zheng.

He Zheng stood up as if he had lost his souls, silently walking toward the wardrobe.

Yan Junze was astonished and turned to look behind him again, but still, there was nothing there.

It seemed as though He Zheng had been pulled into the mirror by some bizarre force.

By the time He Zheng reached the front of the wardrobe, he extended his hand like a puppet being controlled, slowly pulling the wardrobe door open and then silently stepped inside.

The moment the wardrobe door opened and he stepped in, Yan Junze clearly saw two men standing motionless inside the wardrobe, with dull eyes.

Bang, the wardrobe door closed.

"Do you like to hear stories?" The woman, seemingly oblivious to the scene behind her, suddenly spoke, and at the same time, the entire mirror surface began to tremble slightly.

Yan Junze was taken aback, without responding, but his mind flashed back to the scene of He Zheng telling himself stories.

Interesting. It looked like he was now re-experiencing what He Zheng had gone through earlier.

As the thought emerged, the information about the task published by the Atlas popped into his mind.

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