Yang Xiao lost consciousness in an instant, and by the time he woke up again, dawn had already broken. He found himself lying on the floor outside the washroom.
"Hiss—"
Struggling to his feet, Yang Xiao reached up to touch his head and felt a large lump. There was no need to think about it; it had certainly been caused by bumping into the mirror the night before.
The Underworld Robe was draped over the back of a chair, and a mysterious wind blew in from somewhere, making the long sleeves flutter. Startled, Yang Xiao turned pale.
As if remembering something suddenly, he quickly patted down his body and the next second, his heart sank—the Shadow Engraving Stone he had so hard to come by was missing.
Yang Xiao worried that it had been devoured by the Drama Robe. He wasn't concerned about losing a mere stone; having obtained a Soul-Capturing Mirror was trouble enough. If he were to encounter a ghost that strangled him in his sleep, then what chance did he have to live?