Through the mirror, Yang Xiao arrived in another room. The scene he had just witnessed had shocked him, and his hand still trembled continuously as he clenched the Ghost Lantern.
The pressing concern was to figure out where exactly he was. If this was really the real world, where had all the nearby people gone?
The next second, Yang Xiao's heart jumped again as he heard a chanting sound or maybe something similar to chanting. He was not sure, because the sound was elusive and it was impossible to judge the direction or distance.
Having had similar experiences, Yang Xiao understood that this was the ghost's doing. It was very likely using the chanting to pinpoint his location.
True enough, about 10 seconds later, that familiar chill began to manifest in the room, behind him.
Yang Xiao resorted to his old trick and dashed toward the mirror he had prepared on one side, escaping the room and appearing in a more distant one.