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In the private room, three Russians were hiding under the table.
I glanced over and guessed they thought it was an earthquake, so they took cover under the table. But this was a fire.
I couldn't care less about them; I grabbed Jiang Hui and quickly asked, "Jiang Hui, where is the Black Room? Hurry, take me there."
"Huh? It's in the restroom at the far east end of the first floor, abandoned and unused," Jiang Hui replied. "Brother Hu, let's rush outside!"
"We can't get through!" I shouted, ignoring Jiang Hui as I dashed down to the first floor!
"Boom!"
A massive crystal chandelier fell right in front of me, showering me with countless shards of glass.
I cried out in pain, but there was no time to stop. Damn it, this fire was too strange; it spread too quickly for us to escape! The only place that could provide shelter from this fire was the Black Room!
Because I knew Jiang Hui wasn't dead!
This space was undoubtedly a recreation of what happened before the Meiyuan Club caught fire! If I hadn't shown up, according to past events, those three Russians would have failed to find their wallet and would have called the police. Meanwhile, Jiang Hui would have been taken into the Black Room for punishment!
Then, during Jiang Dong's negotiation with the police outside, the entire club suddenly caught fire! Jiang Dong managed to escape because he left after calling for help. And Jiang Hui also survived because he hid in the Black Room!
But this time, I had appeared and replaced Li Hu. I successfully found the wallet, so Jiang Hui remained in the private room while Jiang Dong never made it out of the club.
These thoughts flashed through my mind; I knew that the Black Room was a lucky place to escape!
The ground was littered with shards of glass. I couldn't care about the pain or think about my injuries; as long as I didn't die, this body didn't matter.
I rushed past the chandelier when suddenly a fireball lunged toward me.
I immediately dodged.
The Fireball rolled away to another place.
I saw it; that Fireball was the one that ignited the girl herself, and she was almost burned to a pile of black charcoal.
“Caw caw caw caw…”
A terrifying laughter echoed, and then a shadow appeared before me.
“A newcomer, caw caw caw caw, I like newcomers. With newcomers, this place won't be so lonely.” The shadow smiled at me, its face a grotesque mess, with eyeballs hanging loosely. Its body was covered in wounds, looking as if it had been tortured to death.
“Get out of the way!” I said.
“It's useless, Pitiful Worm. We've been trapped here for a hundred years! A hundred years! None of us can get out. Pitiful Worm, if you want to leave, it's even more impossible!” The ghost laughed sinisterly and lunged at me.
Damn it.
I had no Peach Wood Sword, no Azure Cloud Taoist's Talisman, no Black Dog Blood or anything like that. At this moment, I felt helpless. However, I wasn't afraid of Vengeful Spirits or Corpse Poison; whatever.
I charged forward and kicked the ghost down.
Suddenly, half of the club's roof collapsed and came crashing down toward me. I held my breath and dashed into the restroom.
Boom!
The entire club collapsed completely. Fortunately, this restroom was in a corner, so when the club fell, it created a triangular safe zone here. Plus, there was water; after the collapse, the pipes burst, and water gushed out, surprisingly blocking the surrounding Great Fire.
I sighed in relief. But now, how was I supposed to get back?
Outside, the sound of collapsing continued to rumble, and soon countless ghosts began flying toward me.
I felt anxious; there were too many ghosts. I was definitely doomed.
No, I have to go back as soon as possible.
I patted myself down and suddenly remembered that when I took off my pants to put out the fire, I had knocked down Liu Yiyi's mirror, and it had fallen over the railing on the second floor!
I started to panic. The mirror, the mirror—I absolutely had to find it to get back. Although I didn't know if the mirror could bring me back, at least there was a glimmer of hope.
Don't panic, don't panic.
I hid in a corner and thought for a moment, then slapped my forehead. Where was I? This was a restroom, an old restroom. There must be a mirror in here; yes, I could definitely find a mirror on the floor.
I immediately crawled over to the pile of rubble nearby.
The temperature around me was dropping lower and lower; it was getting colder. I realized it wasn't just the temperature falling but that there were too many ghosts around me. A chilling aura pierced through me, making me shiver.
I gritted my teeth and began to frantically dig through the stones with my hands.
Suddenly, a stream of water surged toward me. Instantly, I felt even colder—so cold that my body was going numb!
I bit my tongue to force myself to stay awake; I had to find that mirror quickly.
Then, suddenly, my palm stung.
Looking down, I saw a shard of glass about the size of a one-yuan coin embedded in my palm. This piece of glass must have been swept over by that stream of water.
At that moment, I couldn't care about anything else. I quickly picked up the glass and examined it closely—it was indeed a mirror. I immediately held it up to face myself. I stared intently at my reflection in the mirror.
The ghosts around me had already drifted closer.
I could even see the gaping wound on the back of my head from the Evil Spirit through the mirror.
I struggled to remain calm.
Suddenly, the image in the mirror rippled and spread out like water. As the scene in the mirror changed, I was about to see what was happening when my mind went blank, and I fainted...
...
I don't know how long it had been.
I groggily heard someone screaming, "Stop hitting me! Stop! I confess! I confess! Please just kill me! Kill me! I can't take it anymore..."
Listening to the screams, I felt a bit confused. Where was I? Was this some kind of television show? What was going on?
As I drifted in and out of consciousness, I felt someone shaking my shoulder.
"Hey! Hey! Are you dead or what, Cui Zhi? Wake up!"
"Wake up! Damn it, you're still breathing, hurry up and wake up!"
I was shaken vigorously. As my head cleared a little, I opened my eyes and saw two men standing in front of me, holding broad curved sabers.
Startled, I sat up straight.
"Damn it, it's your turn, stop playing dead!" One of them struck my shoulder hard with the back of his blade.
I winced in pain.
Looking at these two men, I noticed they were wearing clothes made of coarse fabric with the character for "Prison" written in traditional Chinese on them. The key detail was that they had shaved heads in front but wore long braids at the back!
What the hell!
It suddenly dawned on me—these two were prison guards! And judging by their attire, they were likely from the Qing Dynasty!
No wonder I just vaguely heard someone saying, "Stop hitting me, I'll confess." It turns out I really am in prison.
What on earth is going on?! I was clearly hiding in the Meiyuan Club, then I looked in the mirror, and suddenly time and space shifted again. I thought I had returned, but unexpectedly... unexpectedly, I had soul-traveled over a hundred years into the past! Why is this happening?! Why does the time and space here always seem to be in chaos?!
Where is the root of this?!
I swallowed hard and realized my throat was dry and painful. Looking at myself, my clothes were tattered, with many parts exposing flesh, and those exposed areas were torn and bloody, clearly having been beaten badly before.
"Come on, Cui Zhi, playing dead won't help you. Aren't you a proud scholar? Don't be afraid," one of the guards said with a laugh.
Another guard teased me, saying, "Don't call him by name; call him 'Sir,' call him 'Mr. Cui!' He was previously a Scholar who passed the Provincial Examination and is a Juren! Don't be so rude."
"Yes, yes."
The two guards dragged me outside.
I sighed inwardly; great, I've changed identities again—now I'm a prisoner! Am I going to suffer physical pain again?
The two guards brought me to the interrogation room.
A chilling aura seeped into my body from my pores.
I paused for a moment; what is this? This is the interrogation room, yet it feels even more sinister than a grave?
I raised my head and saw a plump Interrogator in front of me. My gaze then drifted past him to the back of the room. There, hovering above the Interrogator's head, was a blood-red child about four or five years old. The child was entirely crimson, except for his face which was pale as death. His eyes were hollow; he looked like the child that crawled out from a horror movie, just floating there staring at me.
As I looked at the child in mid-air, cold sweat broke out on my forehead. Damn it! Why is there an Evil Spirit in this place?! And it's that most malevolent kind—the Blood Child!
I gritted my teeth, fearing that I might reveal any signs of fear.
Suddenly, the child in mid-air gave me a strange smile and began to float closer. The closer he got, the more intense that bone-chilling aura became! The child hovered just over a meter away from me, looking at me before breaking into laughter.
I lowered my head, pretending not to see the child.
The child circled around me and then flew back again.
Throughout it all, the two jailers holding me had shown no signs of anything unusual; they merely complained to each other about the cold. It seemed they had no idea that there was a ghost in this interrogation room, a truly malevolent Evil Spirit!
"Cui Zhi!" the interrogator in front suddenly spoke up. "Today, I won't beat you. You look like you're about to die anyway. Before you kick the bucket, I want to show you something." He chuckled ominously.
The fat man waved his hand toward the outside and called out, "Bring Cui Liu in."
"Yes, Jailer." A guard dragged a woman into the room. She was disheveled and her clothes were tattered.
The fat man laughed sinisterly as he stood up and grabbed the woman's hair. "Cui Zhi, do you see this? You're familiar with this woman, aren't you?"
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