Through the Mirror World, Yang Xiao noticed the man seemed to hear something, swiftly lifting his head to look toward the door, yet Yang Xiao pricked up his ears and heard nothing.
The man quickly stuffed the envelope back under the bed, moved to the door with caution, and pressed his ear against it. After a brief moment, evidently discovering nothing unusual, he slowly turned around and walked back to the bed—a scene all too familiar to the onlooker, Yang Xiao.
Sure enough, before the man could even sit down, he abruptly spun around, his eyes wide with terror as he stared at the bathroom. At the same time, Yang Xiao clearly saw the old wooden bathroom door quivering for no apparent reason. It all felt extremely familiar, as if he were watching a silent film.
There was no mistaking it; after he had eluded the ghost, it had found the man donned in mourning attire. What the man was experiencing was nearly identical to what Yang Xiao had encountered not long before.
