The moment Kuang Feifan stepped through the bank's entrance, his head started throbbing. This was hardly a bank; it was more like a bustling farmers' market, albeit one that was quieter and cleaner.

He hesitated, still without a queue number.

Good thing he had his bank card.

Turning around, Kuang Feifan headed towards the ATM tucked beside the main doors.

Perfect timing—the person withdrawing cash had just left, and the area was empty.

He pulled his card from his wallet and slid it into the machine. Just then, he sensed someone approaching from behind.

Kuang Feifan paid it no mind. With so many people inside, surely someone else would need to access the ATM. He focused solely on carefully entering his PIN.

As the machine began dispensing bills, a voice suddenly cut in from behind him: "Hey buddy, you dropped some money."

Kuang Feifan's mind flickered. He instinctively raised his hand to cover the cash slot while glancing down at the floor beside him. There, right by his feet, lay a crisp, green fifty-yuan note.

A slight smirk touched his lips. He quickly planted his foot on the fifty, then leisurely collected the money the ATM had dispensed, retracted and removed his card, and finally bent down slowly to pocket the fifty he had been standing on.

He looked up at the person who had warned him—a rather sharp-looking young man, not particularly tall.

Kuang Feifan offered a slight smile, nodded, and said, "Thanks, brother."

The young man's mouth hung open, staring blankly at Kuang Feifan until he had walked past him and gained a little distance before snapping back to reality.

"You... swindler..." As a voice laced with resentment drifted from behind him, Kuang Feifan couldn't help but chuckle with satisfaction.

This minor interlude immediately lifted his spirits, dissipating most of the fatigue from sleeping on a sofa all night.

Unfortunately, a call from Feng Tian instantly extinguished his pleasant mood.

"Bother you, come pick me up quick."

Feng Tian’s brief instruction and an address left Kuang Feifan thoroughly annoyed. Was he being treated like an errand boy now?

However, when Kuang Feifan finally arrived by taxi at the location Feng Tian specified, he discovered that besides Feng Tian standing on the sidewalk, there were two young people with him—a boy and a girl.

Unexpected. He hadn't been gone long, and now there were two more additions.

Kuang Feifan kept the taxi waiting, stepped out, and walked over to Feng Tian. "What's the situation?"

Feng Tian, catching the dissatisfaction in his voice, quickly plastered on a smile and explained, "Actually, it's another troublesome matter I need to discuss with you."

Kuang Feifan’s face lengthened, his dissatisfaction persisting. "Why do I have to come find you? Couldn't you come find me?"

Feng Tian gave a thumbs-up toward the two beside him. "Don't we have clients here? This is actually something you should hear as well."

With that, he took Kuang Feifan aside, his expression thoughtful. "To be honest, I find it strange. Ever since you found me yesterday, I feel like I keep running into 'heavy hitters.'"

Kuang Feifan didn't immediately grasp the meaning. After pondering, it seemed Feng Tian was implying that this current job was another headache, and it was Kuang Feifan's fault—in other words, the current unlucky soul was beginning to spread his misfortune.

Kuang Feifan rolled his eyes, his face grim. "You think this has something to do with me?"

Feng Tian shrugged, spreading his hands. "I don't know. You have to find a reason, right? You know most of the jobs I used to take were simple, easily wrapped up."

Kuang Feifan glanced over at the young man and woman standing nearby. They looked to be around sixteen or seventeen. The boy had a somewhat delicate, pretty-boy look, and the girl was quite beautiful—the type who would be considered a golden couple in a crowd. However, their expressions were tense now, their eyes darting nervously, suggesting they had been thoroughly shaken.

Noticing it wasn't yet noon, Feng Tian suggested they find a tea house to sit down, giving Kuang Feifan a chance to hear the clients' commission.

Kuang Feifan shook his head slightly. He truly didn't understand Feng Tian's thinking—why did he need him present to hear the initial details of a job?

The group took a car to a tea house that Feng Tian clearly frequented, as the staff recognized him immediately and led them directly to a private room at the end of a corridor, soundproofed quite effectively.

By this point, Kuang Feifan had learned that Feng Tian had already gotten a rough outline of the situation before calling him, but he still preferred the involved parties to recount the details in person for clarification on specifics. Seeing the two teenagers, however, he realized they were clearly suffering from severe shock, which was why he had summoned Kuang Feifan—more people listening might help the two relax mentally.

Indeed, once seated in the private room, the teenagers’ rigid postures eased somewhat.

After the tea was served and the door closed, Feng Tian and Kuang Feifan formally began inquiring about the commission.

Of the two youths, the boy was He Xu and the girl was Zhu Li. They were classmates, neighbors, and lovers. The entire affair stemmed from a game—a supernatural game.

The details of the game had been found online by one of their classmates. A few close friends gathered, and upon suggestion, everyone expressed some level of interest.

Much like the Ouija board or spirit writing games popular among students, the more terrifying the premise sounded, the more it piqued the curiosity of these young people.

The venue was set at He Xu’s house because the game required a large mirror, a condition his house met perfectly. His sister studied ballet, and their home boasted a dedicated practice room with an entire wall covered in floor-to-ceiling mirrors.

So, two boys and three girls agreed on a time and assembled at He Xu's residence. Staying out late wasn't unusual for students these days, especially since they claimed to be studying at a classmate’s house, making their gathering extremely smooth.

He Xu was particularly pleased. His parents and sister were staying overnight at his maternal grandparents' place, meaning after the midnight session with his friends, he would have some time alone with his girlfriend.

Hearing this, Kuang Feifan couldn't help but muse inwardly: The newer generations always surpass the old. That saying was truly accurate.

Initially, the group had a great time at He Xu's spacious house with plenty of entertainment options. Around eleven o'clock, they began preparing for the spirit game.

Entering the practice room, the five stood before the mirror as required by the game rules. Since the mirror was large enough, they only needed to maintain a certain distance from it to ensure everyone was reflected.

Arranging themselves in a circle with a girl between every two boys, the five memorized their positions relative to the mirror on the opposite side.

At this point, tension was palpable among them. After all, if successful, they might glimpse the ghosts spoken of in legends and stories; admitting they weren't afraid would be a lie.

As the time crept toward midnight, the five began moving slowly in a circle. Zhu Li was the first, gently breathing onto the back of He Xu’s neck, her heart involuntarily trembling. Next, He Xu blew on the neck of the person in front of him, and so on, continuing to circle and breathe lightly.

Gradually, the five started finding the activity tedious—circling and puffing air was boring and monotonous. The initial excitement began to wane, with only Mo Lingling, the girl who initially suggested the game, still maintaining high spirits.

According to the game’s instructions, when someone felt two breaths on their neck, they were supposed to immediately declare, "It's here!" and turn their back to the mirror, while the other four looked into it.

But after circling for quite a while, no one felt two breaths. The tension evaporated, and their steps began to slow. Zhu Li felt a strong urge to look at the mirror.

Mo Lingling also grew impatient. Was the game failing, or had someone broken the rules?

While she was contemplating this, she felt a puff of air on the back of her neck. He Xu was right behind her. As she prepared to blow on the person in front of her, a sudden, icy gust of wind swept across the back of her neck.

Her first thought was that He Xu had blown on her again. Annoyance flared; this was cheating, and the game was ruined. But then, a chilling realization hit her: that breath was intensely cold, almost frigid, raising goosebumps all over her skin.

Could it be...?

"It's here!" Mo Lingling couldn't help but shout, simultaneously spinning to face away from the mirror.

Her sudden shriek startled the other four, who instinctively all looked at her. Seeing she had turned her back to the mirror and recalling the game's premise, they involuntarily turned their heads to look into the glass.

To enhance the eerie atmosphere, the five had turned off the lights upon entering the room. The light filtering in from the window refracted off the mirror, preventing the room from appearing completely dark; they could mostly see each other.

Now, the four looked into the mirror, scanning left and right. It still only reflected the five of them. The four fell silent.

"Well? What did you see?" Mo Lingling, seeing their silence, grew anxious and whispered the question.

At this, the four burst into uproarious laughter. There was nothing in the mirror but five figures.

Finally, Mo Lingling couldn't resist their laughter and turned back to look in the mirror.

Unexpectedly, the moment she turned, the other four simultaneously stifled their laughter, their expressions freezing instantly. They remained mid-laughter, mouths open, but no sound emerged, only wide, unblinking eyes, as if they couldn't believe what they were witnessing.

Even Mo Lingling’s eyes snapped open in terror.

She couldn't believe it. In the mirror, her own body was facing away, yet her head was twisted a full 180 degrees to face the glass. Her eyes were wide open, but her mouth, smeared with vivid crimson lipstick, was curving into a faint, ambiguous smile.

An unknown amount of time passed before someone finally let out a piercing scream. This sound, saturated with panic, sent a shockwave through the others. Terror spread quickly; except for Mo Lingling, the other four screamed uncontrollably, spun around, and bolted toward the room's door, yanking it open and rushing out.

Only when they reached the brightly lit living room did the four collectively exhale a long breath, exchanging looks filled with palpable fear.

Then, He Xu suddenly cried out, "Where's Mo Lingling?"

The reality crashed down on them: only the four of them had fled; Mo Lingling was still inside the practice room.

But looking back toward the practice room now, none of them dared to move forward, the image of Mo Lingling’s reflection stuck firmly in their minds.

Suddenly, a figure slowly emerged from the practice room. The occupants of the living room fell into absolute silence, watching the figure advance one deliberate step at a time.

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