The thought of a ghost hidden in the mirror made me nervous about the terrible atmosphere. Although I came to the front of the mirror, I did not have the courage to take down the red cloth on the mirror for a while. I sighed that I was useless. I am a Taoist monk. How dare I become less and less courageous? Then I inspired myself, alleviated some of my fears, and I tore the red cloth off the mirror. See this is just an ordinary mirror, there is nothing special above, mirror inside I am still so handsome.

: I looked at myself in the mirror, and I was...