Zheng Yuan's body was reconstituted as he appeared in his original spot, just like when he had entered the room.
He looked at his hands and the mirrors around him as he stood there in a daze, mumbling. "This… Could this be a dream?"
As he spoke, Zheng Yuan approached a mirror to look at his reflection. For some reason, he had the nagging feeling that his reflection appeared a little odd. Hence, he thought, "Could there be a ghost in this mirror? Is the one inside not actually me?"
Once he had this thought, he immediately thought of scenes from movies he had watched, where evil ghosts tore out of mirrors, slicing off people's legs and pressing them to the ground before dismembering them…
Just as he had the thought, he saw the Zheng Yuan in the mirror suddenly produce a nasty smile. The mirror-him took out a huge chopping knife and pounced out to press him on the ground!
