Lu Mingzhe looked left and right, casually chose a direction, and dashed off.
After entering the corridor, Lu Mingzhe confidently looked down at the skull spinning around like a windmill in his hand, there was no moon in the corridor, hence, the same went for "Xu Cixi"'s eyes.
Of course, "Xu Cixi" wouldn't let it slide, her eyes began to bleed, the redness spreading out of her eye sockets, accompanied by a piercing scream.
"Isn't this a mirror image?" Lu Mingzhe was surprised, but his movements were not delayed. In fact, he increased the speed at which he was swinging the skull.
The blood threads bursting out from Xu Cixi's eye sockets spun according to Lu Mingzhe's movement. The skull, thoroughly disoriented, could only rage impotently, and the threads couldn't find Lu Mingzhe's position.
"This is probably the instinct of this mirror image." Yu Liang speculated.
