Chương 125: Mirror (3)

Holding onto his saber, Lu Sheng dashed off in pursuit only to see a cloth puppet lying on the ground silently. It was the very same puppet that was hanging from the beam earlier.

He picked up the puppet. A deep wound, which had not been there, now appeared across its surface and blood was seeping out of it.

"So this is the source?" Lu Sheng looked left and right but found no other leads.

A creak rang out behind him. Xu Chui—a long sword was in his hand—and the rest caught up with him.

"My Lord?" he asked in a whisper.

Lu Sheng squeezed the puppet in his hand, feeling strands of Yin Qi emanating from it. He walked to the split and collapsed mirror frame, stepping on the shattered glass shards, and looked down at the copper frame.

Gently, he lifted up the mirror frame and noticed that the dog had disappeared among the three animal carvings on its back.

"Three animals… could they represent three different kinds of ghosts?"