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  Xiu Xiu didn't have much time to think, her eyes met Xiaohua's pale face, she gritted her teeth and held the copper mirror in front of Xiaohua. Xiu Xiu expected something to change, but Xiaohua remained expressionless, like a walking corpse.

  Isn't it possible? Is the usage of the mirror incorrect, or am I thinking incorrectly? Xiuxiu took the mirror again to reflect the surrounding world. The copper mirror still showed a yellowish hue, unable to reflect the snowy plains or the cracked valley. This place seemed like a non-existent world, completely unable to be reflected in the mirror.

  Xiu Xiu held the copper mirror and spun around in place, quietly gazing at the emptiness within. Just then, she stood before Xiao Hua, her back to Xiao Hua as she held the mirror. The originally empty mirror now reflected Xiao Hua's stiff expression, and on Xiao Hua's shoulder, a black mass was perched.

  Xiuxiu's heart skipped a beat, she immediately turned her head and found that Xiaohua was still standing in the same place, with nothing behind her.

  Xiu Xiu shifted her gaze to the copper mirror, and in the reflection, on Xiaohua's shoulder was a black mass. What was it? Xiu Xiu stared at the black shadow in the mirror, when suddenly, the black mass moved slightly, then slowly rose up. On Xiaohua's shoulder appeared a pale face with a distorted expression, embedded with a pair of blood-red eyeballs that stared straight at Xiu Xiu from the mirror. Xiu Xiu's brain began to feel oxygen-deprived, and goosebumps broke out all over her body.

  Right after that, the skull left Xiaohua's shoulder and from behind Xiaohua, a twisted figure emerged. He was wearing a green military coat with a helmet on his head. From the mirror, he walked towards Xiuxiu step by step. The pale face had purple dry lips that curled up into a smile.

  The smile grew bigger and bigger, until the corners of his mouth cracked to his ears.

  Xiuxiu stiffened her neck, feeling a chill on the back of it. From the copper mirror, she could see that thing had left Xiaohua and was walking towards her back. Its blood-red eyeballs met Xiuxiu's gaze through the reflection in the copper mirror.

  That's...the person who disappeared.

  Xiu Xiu's chest heaved violently, and the next moment, she suddenly turned around, her small pistol almost about to fire. Just then, a pair of icy hands tightly grasped her wrists. The cold, stiff sensation made Xiu Xiu's hair stand on end; she didn't even dare open her eyes. Her hand holding the gun trembled due to the enormous force, and her veins were pinched, rendering her completely unable to exert any strength.

  Just then, a familiar voice sounded in Xiuxiu's ear: "Xiuxiu." The voice was very soft and weak, as if it would disappear with the wind.

  Xiu Xiu opened her eyes, and tears almost flowed out. She looked at Xiao Hua's exhausted expression, and couldn't help but rush over to her, her voice trembling as she said: "You finally woke up, you scared me to death."

  Xiaohua was completely unaware of what had happened to herself, and Xiuxiu briefly told her about the subsequent events. Xiaohua said, "Give me that copper mirror." Then, she shone the copper mirror on the faces of those mad people, and immediately, everything disappeared. Those few people seemed to have never appeared before, vanishing into thin air from the snowy ground.

  Xiu Xiu's eyes widened in surprise as she opened her mouth and asked, "What's going on?"

  Xiao Hua's lips curled up slightly as she smiled and said, "Ghost hitting the wall." At this time, Xiuxiu suddenly calmed down. Humans' fear comes from the unknown, but now that she knew the reason for what was happening, Xiuxiu wasn't afraid anymore. She asked, "What should we do?"

  Xiaohua smiled and said, "They're playing tricks on us. Let's watch them go through the journey of death again and again, then get trapped here to die." Xiuxiu widened her eyes and asked, "You mean... that foreign team has been dead all along?"

  Xiao Hua didn't answer, but instead said: "If we can't break through this ghost wall, we might be trapped here forever, repeating the same experience over and over until we're exhausted to death. Luckily you brought the ancient bronze mirror."

  Xiu Xiu pouted, thought for a moment, and said: "However, this snowfield still hasn't disappeared." Xiaohua smiled and said: "Have you heard of the story of Bundragon Brook?" Xiu Xiu suddenly realized and said: "Take a mirror to reflect the road." Xiaohua smiled, patted Xiu Xiu's shoulder, and said: "Let's go." Next, the two began walking back, holding the copper mirror straight in front of them. The mirror was empty for a long time, but suddenly a stone wall appeared inside it.

  In the copper mirror, there was a stone wall, but where Xiuxiu was, it was still a snowy plain. Xiao Hua smiled and said: "It's here." Then, he took out a dagger and cut his hand, fresh blood dripping onto the mirror surface. Suddenly, everything in front of Xiuxiu went dark, and she fell into darkness.

  She blinked, but it was still dark in front of her. What's going on? Xiuxiu suppressed the anxiety in her heart and reached out to touch the small flashlight hanging from her waist, but she touched nothing, possibly because she had lost it in the tunnel earlier.

  Xiu Xiu felt her way around the environment, she stretched out one hand and her right hand touched a cold stone wall. She then supported herself on the wall and continued to feel her way forward. The surroundings were very quiet, Xiu Xiu called out softly: "Xiao Hua?" No one answered. At this time, her hand which was feeling its way forward suddenly touched something wet and slippery. Xiu Xiu pinched it with her hand, and a blood-curdling scream suddenly echoed in her ear.

  At this moment, the cave suddenly lit up with a burst of light.

  The sudden brightness made Xiuxiu involuntarily close her eyes, and after blinking a few times, she opened them again. At this time, she found that her hand was actually grasping the shoulder of Lao Mao, where blood was oozing out.

  Lao Mao let out a loud cry, suddenly slapping away Xiuxiu's hand, covering his shoulder and wailing: "Miss Huo, even if you dislike me, you can't be so ruthless!" Xiuxiu glared at him with wide eyes, then immediately relaxed, looking back at Xiaohua who was holding the flashlight behind her, and said: "Finally found you, you're really useless, how did you get caught by that thing?"

  Lao Mao was bandaging his wound, not even lifting his head, and bitterly smiled: "That thing moved too fast, I only saw a pair of eyes, before I could even react, it grabbed my shoulder and dragged me out, I was knocked unconscious. Just as I woke up, you, Miss Huo, grabbed me like this, isn't that rubbing salt in the wound? Looking at these wounds... five bullet holes... ouch..." Xiuxiu wiped the blood off her hands, ignoring Lao Mao, she began to examine their surroundings, only then realizing they were still in the underground cave, and there was no snow on the ground.

  "Look quickly!" Xiaohua suddenly said. He alone hid in the dark, also didn't know what he discovered, Old Mao roughly bandaged his wound, and it seemed like his leg was also injured, limping and staggering to Xiaohua's side. After taking a look, he immediately let out a loud cry: "Damn, rice dumplings!" Xiuxiu followed him to take a look, and her face instantly turned pale. What made her afraid wasn't just the pile of corpses there, but it was actually the bodies of that German team. The temperature here was extremely low, their corpses hadn't rotted at all, scattered horizontally and vertically on the cave wall, each one with eyes wide open.

  Was it the snowfield that was haunted by these things before? Then, are their ghosts still in this cave? Xiu Xiu thought of this and felt her whole body hair stand on end.

  Xiao Hua frowned, feeling very annoyed at Lao Mao's loud and boisterous behavior. "Really want to make zongzi?" she said coldly. Lao Mao immediately broke out in a cold sweat and hastily stopped making noise, forcing a smile onto his face: "Look at my broken mouth... I think I'm not worthy of the zongzi, haha, I still have some self-awareness." Xiu Xiu couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter, ignoring Lao Mao and asking Xiao Hua: "Will Wu Ye gege be here?"

  Xiaohua bent down to search the bodies, their equipment packs were still there. Due to the low temperature and high altitude, they were extremely well-preserved. Xiaohua didn't say a word to Xiuxiu as he searched through the equipment packs, but he couldn't find anything useful. The food and weapons inside had all been consumed, leaving only empty bags with some personal items inside. In one of the bags, Xiaohua found a notebook.

  This is a new notebook, completely blank, Xiaohua opened the first page and immediately found a black-and-white photo. In the photo, a rather handsome German man had his arm around a woman's waist and held a two or three-year-old girl in his other hand. The photo was already faded and the expressions of the people were distorted, looking somewhat eerie.

  Xiao Hua finished flipping through, didn't find anything else, then he put the photos back into his notebook, and immediately put that notebook into one of the corpses' bosom. Lao Mao saw this, ran up to flatter him, saying: "Master Jiu is indeed a Bodhisattva..." Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes, patted Lao Mao's injured shoulder with his hand, and said lightly: "Take good care of your injury, talking too much hurts the body."

  Lao Mao's face turned pale as he retreated to the side, asking Xiuxiu: "Miss Huo, what is Ninth Master doing in front of the corpse?" He didn't dare provoke Xiaohua, and his brothers under him still relied on the Ye family for a living.

  Just then, Xiaohua suddenly pulled out something from one of the corpses. It was a square-shaped object that had been placed in an envelope, but the envelope had long since rotted away. Xiuxiu curiously leaned forward, just about to take a closer look with Xiaohua, when suddenly a coarse gasping sound echoed through the quiet tunnel, like a wild beast that had been running for a long time.

  Xiaohua and Xiuxiu simultaneously gripped their weapons tightly, subconsciously pointing them in the direction of the sound. Xiuxiu looked over, but it was a blind spot for the light, and everything was pitch black. Lao Mao's first reaction was that thing has arrived! He drew his gun, just about to say be careful, when a dark shadow flashed before their eyes, and then the flashlights they had placed on the ground suddenly went out.

  Xiu Xiu was startled, and in the darkness, her gun had no target. She could only use her other hand to wave the dagger and assist the door, when suddenly, a muffled hum came from Xiao Hua's direction, followed by a burst of fighting sounds. Xiu Xiu's body had no light source, and she didn't know what was happening. Just as she was getting anxious, a pair of green eyes flashed in the darkness, pouncing towards her. In the midst of extreme danger, Xiu Xiu remained extremely calm, mechanically raising her hand to fire a shot.

  Bang!

  After the gunshot, those green eyes closed, and the cave returned to darkness.

  Xiuxiu called out softly: "Xiaohua?"

  Xiao Hua replied: "I'm here."

  Xiu Xiu let out a breath, and her whole body went limp. At the same time, the light came back on again. Xiu Xiu saw that the small flower had turned on its flashlight once more, and at her feet lay a man - a long-haired, earthy-smelling man wrapped in animal hides. Xiu Xiu's eyes widened as she stared at the man's face.

  A foreigner... and it's the person Xiu Xiu is most familiar with.

  The leader of that German team.