There was light in the toilet.

It wasn't an incandescent light.

Instead, it was a candle.

A white candle.

My heart stopped instantly, and the scream got stuck in my throat, unable to come out.

It felt like a hand was squeezing my neck.

I looked down and saw that the hand was wearing a blood-stained silver bracelet.

Looking up again, I saw a shadow, partly real and partly illusory, inside the toilet's ajar door.

I saw Aunt Liu hunched over, but in the mirror...

Standing upright, wearing a familiar white dress.

She turned her head towards me, and I heard the bones cracking.

In that instant, I felt what it meant to sweat profusely, but driven by curiosity, I leaned in closer.

Forcing down my fear, I finally saw clearly that the woman in the white dress in the mirror was just a printed photo from a photography studio.

But Aunt Liu was indeed holding a blood-stained silver bracelet in her hand.

That silver bracelet...

I held my breath and listened closely, but only heard Aunt Liu murmuring softly:

“Heartless man, they say if you pray to the mirror god with enough sincerity, you can fulfill a wish. As long as I keep at it, and ask the mirror god to take your soul, you can go down and accompany my daughter.”

Immediately, Aunt Liu began to chant strange words that sounded like a curse, and my head started to feel drowsy.

Her fingers dipped in chicken blood, writing and drawing on the mirror.

With my last ounce of strength, I saw that it was my birthdate and time, as well as Liu Ailing's.

Suddenly, the side profiles of both of them flashed in front of me, overlapping, and I was jolted awake. So that's what it was.

The familiarity I felt with Aunt Liu was because of this.

So, does this mean she came to my house for... revenge?

No, I must confirm something immediately!