Chapter 50: The World Within the Mirror

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Xia Wulei was determined to go, but how to get there remained a problem. After the Mirror Ghost dragged Uncle Hu away, it didn’t reappear. Xia Wulei felt a bit bitter—how could the ghosts in this level be so lazy? They only haunted one person and then stopped. No drive for performance at all?

Cui Chengzhi looked up and said, “Miss Xia, if you’re determined to go, I can send you in.”

Xia Wulei was surprised—Cui Chengzhi actually had such a method?

He pulled out his backpack, found a yellow talisman, and handed it to her.

“This is a soul-leaving talisman. Using it lets your spirit leave your body. I can sense a barrier on Uncle Hu’s phone. When the time comes, I can tear open the barrier and send you inside.”

Xia Wulei took the talisman, her eyes flickering slightly.

It seemed that having gone through many levels, he had indeed gained quite a lot…

She sat on Yu Guang’s bed, pressed the talisman to her chest, and immediately felt a wave of dizziness, as if her whole being became weightless.

When she came to, she felt herself floating above, looking down at the unconscious “herself” lying on the bed.

Xia Wulei thought, hmm… does this count as dying again?

Li Lianxin and Cheng Cheng were anxiously watching her body. Only Cui Chengzhi looked up and met her gaze, nodding slightly.

“I’ll open the barrier now.”

Cui Chengzhi picked up Uncle Hu’s phone. Even in her soul form, Xia Wulei could see a faint blue glow on the screen—that had to be the barrier he mentioned.

Cui Chengzhi closed his eyes, muttering something silently. Soon, a golden light formed at his fingertips.

With a gentle stroke, the golden light cut through the blue barrier, opening a slit that exuded a chilling aura.

Xia Wulei tried to move her spirit toward the barrier. The moment she touched it, a suction force pulled her in.

She opened her eyes and for a moment thought she was standing in the living room of Room 504.

Everything was arranged exactly like Room 504, except that all the decorations and layout were reversed.

“So this is the mirror world?”

Xia Wulei was intrigued; even the characters here were reversed in the mirror world.

Just then, someone rushed in anxiously from outside the door. Seeing Xia Wulei, he was overjoyed.

“Xia… Xia Wulei?! Miss Xia, thank goodness, finally someone to see!”

Uncle Hu hurried over and grabbed her hand. “Miss Xia, what on earth happened? How did everyone suddenly disappear? After I woke up, I searched the entire building and found no one.”

He suddenly hesitated, released her hand, and took a few steps back, his face full of panic.

“You—you’re not a ghost, are you...?”

Xia Wulei was about to speak when another figure barged in through the door.

“Xia Wulei?! Thank goodness, you…”

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The newcomer suddenly stopped, and Xia Wulei turned to look, slightly stunned.

Another Uncle Hu?!

The second “Uncle Hu” widened his eyes and trembled as he took a step back.

“W-who are you demons...?”

Xia Wulei looked left and right.

Ah, she knew this one—like the classic tale of the real and fake Monkey King!

One of these two had to be the Mirror Ghost. It was just a matter of who would slip up first.

Seeing no immediate danger, Xia Wulei pulled both Uncle Hus down to sit.

The one on the left was the first to appear—let’s call him Big Hu. The one on the right, who came later, was Little Hu.

Both were clearly uncomfortable with these strange nicknames but had no choice given the strange situation.

Big Hu hurriedly said, “I’m the real one, Miss Xia. I don’t know how I ended up here—it must be because of him!”

He pointed at Little Hu, who quickly waved his hands.

“I’m real. I was planning to go out tonight, but suddenly I ended up in this ghostly place… ah…”

Little Hu realized his slip-up, glanced warily at Xia Wulei, and quickly clammed up.

Xia Wulei almost laughed out loud. They were risking their lives, yet still worried about their secret being discovered?

But this also made Little Hu’s personality seem closer to the original selfish and greedy Uncle Hu—more authentic.

“Here’s what we’ll do—each of you write down your name.”

Her thinking was simple: since one was a mirror image, their writing should be reversed like the mirror world.

Unexpectedly, both wrote their names normally.

Only Big Hu wrote “Uncle Hu,” while Little Hu wrote “Hu Hongyi.”

“Is this your name?” Xia Wulei held up Little Hu’s paper.

He nodded, “Isn’t this what you asked for? It’s my real name.”

Big Hu’s expression darkened. “I didn’t expect you to be so cunning, knowing my real name.”

Little Hu retorted, “You’re obviously a ghost pretending to be me, fooling everyone. Now that you’re exposed, you’re trying to slander me?!”

The situation was very unfavorable for Big Hu. He was both shocked and furious, almost foaming at the mouth.

“No… if this keeps up, I’ll die here. Miss Xia, you must believe me!”

Little Hu grew more confident, standing aside with a mocking tone.

“Fake is fake. When Miss Xia takes me out, you’ll be stuck here forever!”

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Xia Wulei smiled at him. “When did I say I was taking you out?”

Little Hu was stunned for a moment. “What do you mean…”

Before he could finish, he saw the hoe in Xia Wulei’s hand and suddenly widened his eyes, blurting out,

“How did that get in here?!”

Xia Wulei sneered and whispered, “Of course, because the space is bound to the soul.”

She didn’t give Little Hu a chance to respond and swung the hoe down hard.

But the hoe passed right through Little Hu’s body. He sneered.

“Don’t know how you found me, but in my world, you can’t hurt me.”

“Oh, really?”

Xia Wulei smiled faintly and kept swinging the hoe—her target was—

The mirror behind Little Hu.

“Crash!”

The mirror shattered, dozens of cracks splitting it into countless tiny shards, each reflecting Little Hu’s shocked face.

“How did you know…”

Xia Wulei said nothing; after all, villains who talk too much often meet their end.

As she shattered the mirrors around the room, Xia Wulei listened to the energy feedback at her ear, suppressing a smile more difficult than holding back a laugh.

After entering the mirror world, she had been very wary of these mirrors hanging on the walls. When she touched the frames, she found each mirror held 5% of the energy index.

It was not hard to guess—these mirrors were the true form of the Mirror Ghost.

Seeing its true form revealed, the Mirror Ghost tried to stop Xia Wulei from breaking the mirrors. But at the critical moment, Big Hu—Uncle Hu himself—intervened.

Uncle Hu rushed forward, clutching the Mirror Ghost tightly and urging Xia Wulei to hurry.

“Miss Xia, quick!”

The weakened Mirror Ghost was no match for Uncle Hu and could only watch as Xia Wulei destroyed the mirrors, growing ever weaker.

Having shattered the living room mirrors, Xia Wulei moved into the other rooms, breaking every mirror she could find.

“There are only five mirrors. Where’s the last one?”