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ssion darkened further when he realized that.
He touched his hip.
He had no peach wood³ sword, no small satchel, no yellow talisman paper.

 

He glanced at his white, tender fingertips, reluctant and unwilling.

 

After several moments of deliberation and hesitation, he finally made up his mind and bit his fingertips after a quick rinse.

 

“Si⁴…”

 

Mom, it hurts.

 

The blood that was painstakingly produced shouldn’t be wasted.

 

Shen Qingcheng used his blood-stained fingers to draw an unknown symbol on the clean mirror.
As the blood met the mirror, it slowly seeped in, and no trace was left behind.

 

The Shen Qingcheng reached into the mirror.

 

Just like Lu Qi had reached through the wooden door, Shen Qingcheng reached through the mirror.
The only difference was that the door had had a big hole in it, but the mirror was perfectly intact.

 

Even as Shen Qingcheng’s entire side disappeared, to the point that only his other arm was out, the mirror showed no signs of shattering.

 

With a sullen expression, he turned inside the mirror, eyes narrowed, and sneered, “Fucking dog⁵, let me see just where you plan to run!”

 

As his words fell, he pulled out an insubstantial white shadow from the mirror.

 

The shadow was thrown to the ground, where it rolled around, whimpering miserably.
Its hair was disheveled, and it shivered and shrank into the corner.

 

Her snow-white mourning clothes were stained with red spots, and as soon as the red touched her flesh, a mass of black dots appeared.
She was afraid of the red, and even more afraid of the person who had dyed her clothes that color.

 

When Shen Qingcheng saw that her ghostly figure was no longer solid, his mood improved.
Such a young ghost actually dared try to scare him?

 

He adjusted his trousers, and said leisurely, “Move your hair so I can see you.”

 

The female ghost shivered more, lifting her hair to reveal a bloodless, round face and small eyes, exactly as in the photo.

 

One of the main characters, Zhou Xiaohui.

 

Zhou Xiaohui was a staff member of the archives.
It was normal for her to linger nearby after death.
Shen Qingcheng knew this, and he said with disgust, “Forget it.
Put your hair back down.”

 

“…”

 

Zhou Xiaohui let her hair fall.
Her eyes, covered by her hair, gleamed red.
Damn men who only ever looked at faces!

 

She’d kill them all!

 

Pa.
Shen Qingcheng set a foot on her.
“Tell me, how did Qi Mei die? How did her son die? What’s your relationship with her?”

Who could’ve guessed that Zhou Xiaohui, who had seemed quite timid before, suddenly became violent after hearing Qi Mei’s name? She rushed toward Shen Qingcheng with a fierce grin.

 

“Qi Mei, you bitch, how dare you kill me!”

 

I was asking who killed Qi Mei, not who killed you.

 

Shen Qingcheng’s face gained black lines⁶.
Just as he was about to restrain her, he heard a movement outside.
Immediately stepping back and acting afraid, he shouted at the top of his voice, “Help me~”

 

Because Shen Meiren had been gone so long without returning, Lu Qi and Chen Ge had chosen to come out to find him, and they heard the voice.
Before Chen Ge could react, he saw the man beside him rush into the bathroom with a knife.

 

When Chen Ge, two steps behind, finally entered, the battle was already over.
He looked around the bathroom, finding nothing special.

 

“Shen-ge?” He was about to ask what had happened when he turned his head and saw Shen-ge leaning “weakly” on Lu-ge’s shoulder.

 

Lu-ge didn’t turn away coldly, actually asking patiently, “Are you injured?”

 

Shen Qingcheng stretched out his injured index finger tremblingly.
“It hurts.
I need you to huhu⁷.”

 

Lu-ge shook him off with a chilly expression.

 

Yeah, this felt more normal.
Chen Ge let out a sigh of relief.

 

 

TLN:

¹ Hit onomatopoeia.

² As in he doesn’t have much of a temper.
i really don’t know if you could consider him cooperative or not…

³ Peach wood is considered sacred wood, and is said to ward off evils and disasters.
It is the most widely used material for killing evil spirits and/or ghosts.

⁴ Hiss of pain onomatopoeia.

⁵ Not an actual dog, just a derogatory way to refer to it.

⁶

Source

⁷ Blowing onomatopoeia.
For context, in China you blow on injuries to “heal” them the same way in other countries you might “kiss a booboo better”.