Around him, a gust of cold wind blew, causing Wu Gou's back to feel cold.
Turning his head, Wu Gou realized that the cloth covering the mirror had been blown off by the wind.
When he turned around and subconsciously stared at the mirror, he realized that his face was reflected in the mirror.
That face had a strange smile, but his eyes were cold and sinister.
Wu Gou suddenly put down his hands, his expression extremely dull as he slowly walked in front of the mirror.
The words no longer appeared on his body. The book and brush in his hand fell to the ground, but he did not feel anything.
The face in the mirror still had a strange smile on it, as if it was mocking or looking at a prey.
The next moment, Wu Gou suddenly stretched out his hand and made a strange gesture.
He picked up the mirror in front of him and threw it on the ground with all his strength.
"Pa!"
