I can rewind time to prevent death

Chapter 235: Chapter 229: Person in the Mirror (5) (5000 words)

By this time, the makeup of the woman in the mirror was nearly complete, with lips already outlined; it was clearly the likeness of Yan Junze, with only a bit left at the chin.

However, after Yan Junze finished the story with a “what a pity, just a little bit more,” especially at the conclusion of the tale, the woman’s hand trembled, obviously affected once again.

A long black line was drawn from the chin upwards across the face, stopping only when it reached the corner of the eye.

This action completely ruined the makeup that had resembled Yan Junze’s face on the woman in the mirror at that moment.

The woman in the mirror was completely stunned, her hands no longer moving, as she stared blankly at Yan Junze.

Simultaneously, the scene before Yan Junze’s eyes changed; he found himself holding makeup tools, still seated on the leather stool. The woman in the mirror had been blocking his reflection, but now the person in the mirror reverted back to himself, and the woman’s figure had disappeared.

After hesitating briefly, Yan Junze recalled the mission prompt. He glanced at the large wardrobe in the mirror that had closed, within which three people, including the exorcist He Zheng, had been confined just a moment ago.

Of course, in the real world, there was no one inside the large wardrobe.

Perhaps it was time to take a risk. With Rewind at his disposal, and the current rewind time being sufficiently long for Yan Junze to take chances, he picked up a comb from the vanity and, recalling the method mentioned in the mission for summoning the Mirror Spirit, began to comb his hair.

Although it wasn’t 12:12 a.m., with strangenesses rampant, the previous conditions could no longer measure whether a strangeness would appear.

Combing his hair twelve times, Yan Junze also began to chant, “Come out, come out, come out.”

Well, important things must be said three times.

With that, he stopped combing his hair and placed the comb back on the table, turning his gaze towards the mirror.

Because there was a full-length mirror on the back of the wardrobe, Yan Junze could see the reflection of his own back in the dressing mirror, cast by the full-length mirror.

Having put down the comb, he slowly stood up, but at that moment, he noticed that his reflection in the full-length mirror remained seated, his back reflected as if it had never moved.

Yan Junze watched for a moment, paying it no mind. He already felt the environment around him changing into something odd, as if the air surrounding his body had become stagnant and no longer flowed, but without making it hard to breathe.

Turning around, with his back to the dressing mirror and facing the full-length mirror, he saw that the reflection still showed his back to the mirror, unchanging.

“Am I now… in the world of the mirror?” Yan Junze speculated.

He walked toward the full-length mirror on the large wardrobe, and at that moment, his reflection still showed him sitting facing the dressing mirror, looking quite eerie.

A frigid chill crept over him as he approached the wardrobe.

Standing in front of the wardrobe doors, Yan Junze reached out and grasped the doorknob.

At that instant, behind the mirrors, a grating, grinding sound emerged, making one’s skin crawl.

Furthermore, the sound seemed to draw nearer, approaching his direction.

Without any hesitation, Yan Junze flung open the big doors of the wardrobe, revealing three men including He Zheng standing silently inside, eyes wide open, motionless.

He stepped back, reached out with his left hand to grab the other door of the wardrobe and pulled it open again.

Inside this side of the door stood only one figure, the woman in a black dress.

This time the woman finally had a face. Though her hair was draped over, it didn’t completely cover her face, revealing an ordinary visage with no distinctive features.

The woman’s eyes, just like the three men’s, were open, but they lacked any luster, like someone dead.

At that moment, Yan Junze was almost certain that although He Zheng was new to the Mirror World, he might have already died, no different from the other people there.

Another commonality was that although they were dead, they were trapped in the Mirror World and could no longer leave.

The irritating grinding sound continued, seemingly coming from behind the wardrobe.

First things first: get the people out.

Decidedly, Yan Junze resolved that no matter what was approaching, he grabbed He Zheng and another man by the arms and dragged them out of the wardrobe.

Surprisingly, although these two no longer showed signs of life, they still consciously took steps, following Yan Junze out of the wardrobe without much difficulty.

Coming to the mirror by the vanity, Yan Junze reached out to touch it, and his hand went directly through. He immediately turned, pulling He Zheng towards him and thrust him forcefully into the mirror.

Then, following the same procedure, he pushed the other man inside.

Turning quickly, he went back to the wardrobe to pull out the remaining man, who immediately followed him out of the wardrobe, then he grabbed the sole woman, who likewise followed him out. @@novelbin@@

Just at that moment, the loud grinding sound abruptly stopped, and from one side of the wardrobe, near the side where the woman had been confined, a black, withered hand with calloused and sharp nails appeared, grasping the edge of the wardrobe as if it were about to reveal its head at any second.

Yan Junze had no curiosity to see that head, and even without thinking too hard, he could guess that the owner of the black hand must undoubtedly be the Mirror Spirit.

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