"Find the me in the mirror that smiles? But I've never smiled with joy, is this task making me search for the real ghost among all these mirrors?"
Looking around, the dim clinic was permeated with an atmosphere of unease, as if the people in those mirrors could turn around at any moment.
Having only ever stayed in the Shallow World, Yantang and Tie Nan, two burly men, stopped at the doorway, not daring to enter, while Aunt Li walked directly to Han Fei's side.
More than ghosts, she wanted to see her husband.
Twenty years of searching needed a result, even if it was a ghost, she had to see it with her own eyes.
"The voice calling me is here, could he be hiding in one of these mirrors, with his back to me?" Aunt Li was the first to run into the clinic, passing between mirrors that all reflected unfamiliar figures.
"Follow up." Han Fei gestured to the two men behind him, holding the Spiritual Altar as he slowly moved forward.
