Chapter 25 The Mirror World

　　The moment he saw the paper, a strange current seemed to surge through his body. Jiang Cheng raised his leg and walked down the stairs uncontrollably towards the mirror.

　　His feet stepped on the stairs, making "creak, creak" sounds, like a dull knife cutting at his taut nerves. The most terrifying thing was that the footsteps above were getting closer and closer. The ghosts had already caught up.

　　Retreating now was obviously too late. Jiang Cheng hardened his heart and simply sped up.

　　This time, he succeeded. An indescribable force pulled him, taking three steps at a time, and he ran to the mirror.

　　At the same time, a strange scene appeared. The corpses of Su Xiaoxiao and Su An in the mirror opened their eyes one after another. A pair of shriveled eyeballs looked at Jiang Cheng, their mouths widening, and widening, the corners of their mouths tearing open, revealing dark red muscles, hideous and terrifying.

　　But the corpses outside the mirror were not like this at all. The four charred corpses were neatly arranged and lying quietly on the ground.

　　Without hesitation, Jiang Cheng quickly squatted down, followed his instincts, and reached out to the nameless corpse in the mirror. The moment his fingertips touched the mirror surface, the mirror surface changed, breaking open like water, rippling with strange waves, and Jiang Cheng's arm passed through smoothly.

　　After the initial surprise, Jiang Cheng steadied his mind and carefully manipulated his fingers to grab the paper under the hand of the nameless charred corpse.

　　This paper was very important, Jiang Cheng subconsciously thought.

　　He was trying to avoid touching this nameless charred corpse, after all, according to the newspaper, this nameless charred corpse was the source of all the strangeness.

　　But the paper was pressed very tightly, and Jiang Cheng didn't dare to use too much force, fearing that he would tear the paper. It was a relatively rough paper, with a gray tinge on the edges.

　　It's... a newspaper!

　　In this urgent situation, Jiang Cheng couldn't care about so much and began to exert force. As the newspaper was pulled out little by little, Jiang Cheng's breathing also became rapid. He actually saw a photo on a small part of the newspaper that was revealed.

　　There was a person in the photo. Although only the lower body was exposed, he immediately recognized that this person... was himself!

　　Under the hand of this nameless charred corpse was actually a photo of him.

　　Before he could think about it, suddenly, Jiang Cheng's peripheral vision seemed to catch something. The fingertips of the nameless charred corpse... seemed to move a little. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion or reality.

　　Until his wrist was grabbed.

　　The rough texture immediately awakened him. The upper body of the nameless charred corpse had sat up at some point, grabbing his arm and pulling him into the mirror.

　　The enormous strength was not something he could contend with. After a brief struggle, he was pulled into the mirror.

　　The dizziness only lasted for a moment. The scene before his eyes instantly woke him up. The surrounding scenery had undergone earth-shattering changes. The original appearance of the hotel was gone, replaced by a scene of broken walls and ruins.

　　The wooden stairs were completely burned and broken in the middle. The ceiling was also crumbling. The paintings on the walls and other decorations were also burned beyond recognition.

　　Even more terrifying was the mirror in front of him.

　　At this moment, in front of the mirror, there were more than a dozen charred corpses. He could even smell the pungent burnt smell emanating from the charred corpses.

　　The charred corpses stood straight, one next to the other, staring fixedly at him from the other side of the mirror. Their shriveled eyeballs revealed jealousy and hatred.

　　It was not difficult to guess that these charred corpses were the ghosts disguised as teammates.

　　They were also the wronged souls who once died in this hotel.

　　After a moment, Jiang Cheng understood. The world he was in before was a false world in the mirror, and at this moment, the world under his feet was the real one.

　　It was the Roman Hotel after the fire.

　　And the nameless charred corpse that had pulled him out of the mirror world a second ago had disappeared, whereabouts unknown.

　　Soon, another change occurred. The row of charred ghosts standing in front of the mirror seemed to receive some kind of signal at the same time. They began to retreat and finally left, no longer visible in the mirror.

　　But the pressure in Jiang Cheng's heart did not lessen. In the final gazes of these charred ghosts, he did not see a feeling of giving up.

　　He picked up the photo in his hand. As expected, it was himself. Although the background was relatively blurred, he could still tell that it was a burned building.

　　It was definitely the Roman Hotel.

　　Although he couldn't figure out why his photo would appear in this way, the most urgent task at hand was to escape from here and go to the Ghost Opera Stage to watch the ghost opera.

　　He struggled to stand up, supported himself against the wall, and searched for the location of the Ghost Opera Stage in his memory. After all, the surroundings were already unrecognizable, and it was difficult to determine the location based on memory.

　　At the same time, a strange sound also entered his ears.

　　"Zzz..."

　　"Ziega ziega..."

　　The direction of the sound was very mixed, and Jiang Cheng couldn't describe what it was. If he had to describe it, it was that a relatively large object was trying to squeeze out of a very small space.

　　"Bang!"

　　"Deng deng deng..."

　　Along with the sound of a door being kicked open, hurried footsteps were rushing towards him. For a moment, the sounds of running and thumping were in a chaotic mess.

　　Jiang Cheng immediately understood. The strange sound just now should have been the squeezing sound made by these charred ghosts desperately drilling out of the bathroom mirror. The bathroom mirror was not big, and Jiang Cheng could hardly imagine what shape they would have to squeeze themselves into.

　　But... why didn't they drill out of the big mirror he came through, and instead look for other mirrors?

　　Could it be that the mirror used as a medium for crossing the two spaces can only be used once?

　　During the process of thinking, Jiang Cheng never gave up moving towards the Ghost Opera Stage. However, he was weak just now and moved very slowly. Now, the strength that had been drained was gradually returning.

　　"Dang!"

　　"Dang!"

　　"Dang!"

　　……

　　A series of chimes rang, this was the hour bell. Each chime had a solemn and grand atmosphere, giving people the feeling that a judgment was about to be executed soon.

　　Before the 12th chime rang, Jiang Cheng dragged his tired body and finally arrived at the Ghost Opera Stage.

　　At this time, a huge white screen blocked the Ghost Opera Stage from the seats below. The right side of the stage was also separated by white linen, and it was unknown what was hidden behind it.

　　As the last chime ended, Jiang Cheng found his seat and sat down.

　　And at this moment, those charred ghosts who had crossed the mirror and come to this world to hunt him down also arrived. But these ghosts were no longer what they used to be. After shedding their disguise, they were unrecognizable. All their hair was gone, and the positions of their noses, eyes, and mouths could only be identified with difficulty. The skin, burned like charcoal, cracked open, and through the gaps, you could see the dark red flesh inside.

　　The next second, the sound of gongs rang, followed by a mixture of various instruments.