The bronze mirror didn’t seem to be stained with blood. After the blood oozed down and dripped away, the mirror’s surface was clean and reflected the room. There was nothing strange about it.

Li Mazi was the first to lose his patience. After all of the crow blood dripped down, he couldn’t wait any longer. “Brother Zhang, did it work? Why hasn’t the bronze mirror reacted?”

I was also a little lost and sighed. “Let’s just wait then.”

Around one hour later, the mirror still didn’t have any reaction. I knew this trick had gone in vain. I stood up, prepared to collect the bronze mirror, and asked Ms. Song to clean the crow's blood.

However, as I was walking there and was about to touch the mirror, I saw a vague figure that stood behind Ms. Song in the mirror.

That person wore...