What is a mirror? Is it a literal object that shows your reflection? Or is it also metaphor that indicates self reflection? Or is it a way we look back, a way we look behind us? Either way, a mirror cannot exist without light.

Mariana one day looked in the mirror and fell in love with herself. She was so beautiful, more beautiful than anyone else in the world, she decided. She wants to become lovers with herself and only herself. But a mirror is so cold and distant. Is there no way for her to reciprocate her love to herself in real form? Yes there is.

Goddo, and his companion Ragns, fight and struggle their way along the path of god hood with the new threat of Demons, Humans, and many more types of Monsters.

Looking in the mirror is such a mundane thing to do, everyone does it almost subconsciously for one reason or another. What if one time the mirror does not act as it is supposed to?

All he wants is to go back home.

-THIS IS MY ORIGINAL FACEBOOK WORK-

It has been 4 years since itachi was born, he was a normal kid, learned how to walk in 9 months and said his first words both mama and papa a month after  which wasn't crazy but still very early, he was   a very cheerful boy and picked up things quickly, he was always polite and kind, he loved watching TV when he was 3 and a half. Itachi's parents were very successful in their own rights, his dad was a surgeon and his mom used to be a spy, His Dads quirk was the sharingan and it has helped him to become one of the most known and well respected surgeons on the earth(flat earth, just kidding) and his moms quirk is a mixture of techniques such as clone jutsu, substitution jutsu, transformation jutsu and can use chakra to manipulate items and their body, not to make her powerful but to give her the ability to walk on water, tree's, etc. Today early in the morning itachi is excited to watch Tv,  he runs into the living room(itachi looks like a young version of a popular character you may know)
              
                "itachi stop running in the house, its not safe" says itachi's mom as she's making breakfast
itachi says "don't worry mom i'm gonna be a hero one day so there's no way i'd be injured from running" itachi's mom shakes her head "itachi don't argue with your mother" says his father
"leave him alone you moron(pretend the last word is Japanese, i'm not Japanese and there's no way i'll ever type Japanese words in English), You excited to see Allmight?" his moms
itachi nods as he says"mhm I like all might he's as cool as dad" his dad says"you mean almost as cool hmmph" itachi's mom puts on an angry face and says" Almost?" itachi's dad quickly replies "nothing dear" .Itachi says" mom its on" on the television shows a clip of all might saving the day and yells his signature catchphrase "no need to worry because I am here"  itachi is excited as he eats his breakfast while his mom asks "so itachi, are you excited you learn your quirk? We can check in 3 months" itachi says as he thinks about all the stuff he can do with his quirk  "obviously mom, how else am i gonna be a hero if i don't have a quirk, i hope i can dads quirk, his  eyes are so cool, but i also want your quirk mom, I'd love to be able to make a clone to go to school for me" his mom pretends to be angry and says "you wish, the clone wont be able to learn so you can't skip(foreshadowing?) itachi laughs "still mom your quirk is cool, bye mom I'm gonna go play with pakkun" "remember to be careful" says his mom "got it" says itachi as he runs to play with his dog"
              The next Morning something weird happened  when itachi woke up, he felt the whole world was clearer and that he could pick up things faster with his eyesight, he just a kid so he didn't know any better but when ran into his mom she was visibly shocked as she said "itachi when did that happen to your eyes?" Itachi's dad looks up from his newspaper(which he reads as all dads do even in 2020,  even though my dad never read one but yeah)and then says with clear happiness in his tone "that's my boy" (big catchphrase) itachi is confused and thinks for a second then runs to a mirror, in the mirror he sees sharingan(i'm not gonna describe it, everyone has seen it, well nvm, i think its cool) crimson red eyes that are so bright and mesmerizing you'd have to take a double take that has 1 black tomoe near his eye which is spinning as he thinks about it "woah sharingan" says itachi

Disclaimer

I don't own harry potter or naruto

Harry potter opened his eyes. He was in a giant room he was held in the hands of a giant old man who wore a white hat with Japanese characters on it. He had a small white beard and had a smoking pipe in his mouth

"Hello little one I am your jiji" said the old man in Japanese thankfully harry had taken Japanese as a second language in primary school. Suddenly a blond woman in a nurse uniform came with a sad expression on her face

"I am sorry sensei I couldn't save her maybe if I had more time. She named him harry sarutobi "

"That is an odd name well but if she wanted to name him that then we will call him harry"

At same time a white haired man came in from the window he wore a metal plate on his forehead with kanji for oil

"Sensei, hime" greeted the man

"What have I told you about coming from the window jiraiya?" said jiji

"Sorry sensei minato needs your opinion on how to deal the aftermath of the war you should go to his office" said jiraiya "I will take care of the gaki"

Time skip 3 years

Harry was walking around the village with his uncle Asuma, the Konoha market reminded him of diagon alley. They were on their way to the clan compound when suddenly a large nine tailed fox appeared and started attacking the village. His uncle picked him up and ran to the shelters underneath the Hokage Mountain. He placed Harry with the ninja in charge of the shelter and said to harry

"Stay here Harry I am need help to stall Kyūbi"

The next few hours Harry felt the most helpless in his life He wanted to help everyone to fight Kyūbi but he knew he would only get in the way therefore he decided that he would ask jiji to join academy, near the village gates he saw his jiji hit the kyūbi's jaw with his staff. The fourth suddenly arrived in a yellow flash the kyuubi opened his mouth and started gathering its chakra in its mouth the fourth jumped and landed on the kyuubi and flashed it away from the village. In a distance the fourth summoned a being who Harry instantly knew was Death though no one but the fourth and kyuubi seem to notice it. Death's hand reached the kyuubi through the fourth's stomach and pulled it into something on the altar. Then death turned toward him

'Thank you for the soul of voldemort' said a voice in his head 'for that you shall receive my gift soon'

And then it disappeared. As soon as death disappeared the fourth fell from the head of the toad boss

Six months later

Harry woke up with a start. He had once again had dreamed about the day kyuubi attacked the village. Tomorrow he was going to start the academy to become a ninja as he got out of the bed he noticed a letter on his study table he opened the letter when it suddenly opened like a howler thankfully it spoke softly

Hello Harry Potter

As you will begin your journey of becoming a great ninja we have a 
 gift for you because you killed voldemort thus completing the task we setup for you in an unexpected way but unfortunately your body was destroyed so we could not send you back to your old life as you were meant to live a long life therefore we sent you here. We were bored therefore for our entertainment we have given you the ability to see and manipulate the reality as a game. Remember there are no save points therefore if you die this time it will be permanent. So don't die as your mother will be very angry if you die. Keep us entertained

The Fates

As soon as the letter finished speaking it burst in flames. Shaking his head he went to the bathroom as soon he stood in front of the mirror he saw there in the mirror above him were the word floating

Harry sarutobi

Level 4

Harry Potter dies at the end of his first year at hogwarts, the fates are so bored that Harry potter finds himself reborn in the World of ninjas as the Third Hokage's grandson

"You are enough just as you are."
- Meghan Markle
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In the mirror, a girl looks back at me.
Long, thick lashes curl around each corner of her black, dispassionate eyes. Vague, dark circles shadowed her olive skin. A hand raised to caress the slightly rough texture of her colored features, and her eyebrows furrowed in disdain. The detached expression in her eyes turned rotten at the sight of her appearance.
I loathed the sand-like composure of her hide, the vacant aspect of her face, and the frizz and density of her ebony locks.
And her body.
Oh, how I hated the way it looked. I was sure the very sight of it would turn off anybody. She didn't have the perkiness in her breasts that men and women alike adored. She didn't have the clean-shaven body of a slender model. She didn't have the curve in her dull, dip-hips, and she wasn't tall, only reaching her ridiculous height of 150 cm. She wasn't too fat, nor was she too skinny. She was... Average, but not enough to appeal to the eye.
I closed my eyes, not daring to look at the mirror again, knowing well that I would just hate myself more.
"Bellona! Are you done in there? School's starting in 15 minutes!"
"I know. I'll be out soon."
I glanced once more at the girl in the mirror and left the bathroom, wondering if she could ever change the way I wanted her to.
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My mom dropped me off in front of the school. A feeling of dread overwhelmed me as I stepped onto the campus grounds. Even if it was only the second week of senior year, the same emotions would always hold me in place like I was some chained dog.
"Have a good day, Bell!"
"Yeah... Sure," was the bland reply that came out of my mouth.
Hearing the car drive away, I adjusted the bag over my shoulders, preparing myself for another shitty day at the academy. I tread my way into the building, greeted by a few judging eyes. I never understood why people liked to base their first opinions on the appearance of others. From the way they looked at me, I just knew they were already making statements about my looks. At least I wasn't shitting on them for the way they looked. I could hardly care less unless their personalities told me otherwise.
Honestly, I couldn't blame them for judging me. Regardless if I was in uniform or not, they would still find me repugnant. I wasn't a sight to look at. If anything, I was average, the kind of average that's noticeable but easily replaceable. Because I was attending an international school, there were plenty of attractive foreigners. I was one of them, excluding the attractiveness.
My first class was Symphonic Orchestra, one of the decent courses in my schedule. I arrived in the performing arts hallway, already hearing the choir students' melodious voices hanging near the practice rooms. I used to be a member of Honor Choir several years back, but I hated the wannabe divas in my group. Hearing the choir students sing everyday sort of made me miss the times when I used to sing.
Sort of.
I entered the orchestra room, the blasting of brass and the droning of strings rang in my ears, overlapped by minimal chatter. I walked to the back room so I could retrieve my viola. I zoomed past the few girls mingling in the corner of the room and grabbed my instrument from the rack. I opened the viola case, checking if everything was the same as they were yesterday. As I examined the contents, I heard the girls tattling amongst themselves in Tagalog.
"Parang baboy ang mukha..."
I heard them laugh, and I frowned. I knew they were talking about me, but I said nothing. I mean... What was I supposed to say? I had a pig nose, and my skin color looked the same as burnt lechon.
"Hindi niya maintindihan ang Tagalog!"
"Nakakahiya naman!" 
Little did they know, I did understand what they were saying. Tagalog was my second language. I learned it within two months when I visited Manila, but I forgot it overtime after returning to Cebu. Sometimes, I forgot I wasn't in the Philippines anymore. This was America. I feared speaking Cebuano ever since I came to the states, where I was met with racial discrimination. My parents thought that problem would be solved if they made me attend an international school, but nothing seems to have changed.
There may have been an abundant amount of people around the globe attending this academy, but that isn't going to stop the discrimination. It just doesn't magically disappear.
I shut my case, not bothering to even look back at them, and left the backroom, but their words still remained in my head like the countless lyrics of songs I've memorized over the years.
I sat in my assigned chair, unpacked my viola, and prepped it for playing. As I let my instrument rest on my shoulder comfortably, I glanced up at the clock.
It was almost 8 AM.
This was going to be a long day.
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Japanese class. The last one of the day.
I loved taking Japanese despite my resentment towards some of the people in the class.
As I was entering the classroom, my Sensei bowed her head and greeted me kindly, "Konnichiwa, Bellona-san!"
"Konnichiwa, Sensei." I greeted timidly. I flashed a small smile at her and wandered off to my seat upfront. The person next to me shifted uncomfortably in her seat. I wasn't sure if this action was out of discomfort from my appearance or from the lack of familiarity. We frequently changed seats everyday. I've never seen this girl in my previous years of Japanese, so I assumed she was new to the academy. Trying not to make her feel that way, I did my best "hello" smile. She looked at me for a quick second and turned her head away, fiddling with her hands.
Terrific, Bellona. Great first impression.
I accepted my little failure and leaned back against my seat, waiting for the rest of the students to barge in. After a few minutes, the bell rang, and Sensei shut the door. Any students who were late to class had no chance of getting in unless they had some late pass.
Sensei gracefully walked to the center and smiled brightly at everyone. "Sara-san, please begin the greetings."
Sara, the girl sitting next to me, shot up from her seat, stuttering. "K-Kiritsu!"
Everyone in the room stood up.
"Rei!" We all bowed and greeted in unison. "Konnichiwa!"
"Chakuseki!" And everyone sat back down.
This was how Japanese class started every day. Sensei would call upon someone to do the daily greeting. I was glad she didn't tell me to do it today. I hated hearing the sound of my unnaturally deep voice. I could easily change my voice's tone and pitch to sound more feminine, but I wasn't going to risk my voice cracking or sounding strange while changing my way of speaking.
As my Sensei sat at her desk, she spoke up. "Today, we'll be changing seats again, but this time..." I heard loud clicking from her keyboard, "This seat change will be permanent."
I heard a couple of people erupt in chatter as she said this. They were probably upset about the new change. I scanned the room through the corner of my eye. I realized that there were a few new faces, the rest being ones that I already knew but never bothered to interact with. Beside me, Sara gulped. Clearly, she was nervous about moving seats. I wasn't exactly excited about it either. I was sure most of the people in the class were not fond of me, and I had no idea why.
The projector turned on, and an image of what looked to be the new seating chart popped up on the board. I searched for my name on the sheet. I was placed somewhere close to the front but in the middle row.
"Refer to the chart when finding your seats, onegaishimasu!"
I could already hear people jumping out of their seats and shuffling around the room. I got out of my chair and retreated to the front of the room, watching everyone look between the board and the rows of desks. I waited to sit down until almost everyone found their spots. I made my way to my assigned seat, plopping myself down on the chair and setting my bag under the desk.
Quickly zipping my bag up and placing my notebook and mechanical pencil on the table, I sat straight in my seat. I heard rustling to the side of me, and I looked to my side. I was met with an incredibly striking hue of grey eyes and smooth, blond locks of hair. I reeled back a bit in surprise. This was someone I never saw in my Japanese class before. Whoever this guy was, he shot a warm smile at me and started speaking, which stunned me.
"Hey there."
His voice was like silk, sensuous and insistent, but gravely temperate. It was deep but soft enough to please the ears.
"Um, hello..." I greeted him, a bit shaken. This was a first. Almost all the people who ever bothered to say hi to me were not genuine in their speech, but this guy... This guy was different. The friendliness, rather than the animosity that I was used to, was apparent in his voice.
"This is my first year here at Desert View," the new guy said. It took me a while to notice that he had a minor accent. A British one. "It's not as... cozy as the last school I went to, but it's not bad."
I opened my mouth to respond to his opinion, but my Sensei spoke up first.
"Rinjin ni jiko shōkai shite kudasai."
I hesitantly turned to look at him, and he grinned at me. "I'm guessing we have to introduce ourselves in Japanese?"
I tried to avoid his piercing gaze, but I couldn't bring myself to look away, "Y-Yeah."
"Alright! Ladies first then!" He gestured for me to start, and I paused.
"Ano... H-Hajimemashite. Watashi wa Berōna desu. Soshite, jū nanasai desu. Itaranai ten ga ōi kamo shiremasenga, ganbarimasunode, yoroshiku onegaishimasu."
I bow my head as soon as I end my introduction. There was a short silence, and I slowly look up to see him gaping at me.
"Wow. How'd you speak so fast like that?" He leaned forward in his seat. "I can barely sustain a Japanese accent! You're really impressive!"
I was taken aback by his sudden rush of compliments, and I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I wasn't used to receiving good feedback from people. I averted my eyes from him. It didn't help that he was undeniably good-looking.
"Anybody here could do what I did..." I mumbled in response.
"Well, for one. I can't do what you did, even though this is my fourth year of Japanese!" He chuckled and lowered his voice enough for only the two of us to hear.
"I'm just gonna introduce myself in English." He jabbed a thumb to his chest. "I'm Cyrus Alistair Drake. You can call me any of those three, but most people call me Drake. I'm from Cambridge, England, and just turned 18 a few weeks ago."
"Sō desu ka? Well um, hajimemashite... Ano... Sairasu-kun."
He beamed at me like a ray of light. "Bellona, huh? Are you... Hawaiian or mixed?"
"I'm Filipino."
He simply stared at me with this scrutinizing gaze, and I shifted uncomfortably.
"There's no way you're Filipino!" He shook his head. "You've gotta have some kind of African or Spanish blood in ya!"
I subconsciously lifted a hand to my face to touch my skin. "What makes you say that?" I said, my voice wavering.
Unexpectedly, he reached out and snatched a few strands of my wavy and curly locks. He gently rubbed it between his fingers and said, "All the pure Filipinas I've seen have straight hair. While you have this mix of everything!" He twisted a strand around his finger. "It's honestly exotic and fascinating..."
I was... Astonished. It was my first time hearing someone say that about my hair. Ever since I came to America, the only comments I've ever received from anyone were: Horsehair, wig hair, and witch hair. Back in the Philippines, everyone thought my parents weren't my real parents. They thought I came from an African or Pacific Islander family or something. There was never a single compliment that came from anyone, except now.
"Fascinating?" I muttered. There was no way in hell this was real. He was probably just saying that to seem nice.
He'll just hurt you like everyone else.
Out of instinct, I swatted his hand away, startling him by my abrupt action.
"Bullshit," I whispered and turned away from him. I could feel his eyes burning into me now, but I had no regrets.
I heard him sigh.
"Sorry. I must've made you uncomfortable. I should've asked first before touching your hair like that." He clicked his tongue, "A shitty first impression I must've made there..."
Deep inside, I felt a pang of guilt.
Was he genuinely trying to be nice to me?
No.
Don't believe it.
Their kindness is all an illusion.
Trust no one.
I said nothing in response to his apology. I just wanted the class to be done and over with now.
It wasn't my first time meeting guys like him. Always so kind and open on the outside, but devilish and devious on the inside. Next thing you know, they'll either throw you away or use you as a tool for their convenience. I just... can't bring myself to become friends with anyone. They're just going to judge me and hurt me, treating me like I don't even have feelings! I have to keep my guard up at all times, no matter who it is.
Don't let some pretty boy waver your thoughts. 
Trust no one, Bellona.
Not even yourself.
"Okay, class! Take out your textbooks!"
Hearing my Sensei finally speak up after a while relieved some of my stress, but deep down, something in me was cracking.
And I know it would soon break.
I watch Cyrus from the corner of my eye as I take my textbook out.
I wish I could trust you, but everything inside me tells me that you'll end up being just like them...

Bellona Aragon is in her last year of high school. Despite her simple life at home, her school days are always dreadful. Shielding herself from the outside world, Bellona believes she can handle herself without making friends until she meets the kind, but audacious Cyrus Drake, one of Desert View International Academy's notorious senior athletes. 

Bellona has always believed that friendships and love end in betrayal and that trusting others will only end up in failure. Upon meeting Cyrus for the first time, her views of the world begin to change drastically. Little does she know, so does her heart...

This is a story of self-love and acceptance.

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Warning: This book contains explicit language, sexual content, violence, crude humor, and mentions of suicide and self-harm. Viewer discretion is advised.

Zhou Ze knew who Cao Ding was. After all, the Little Loli had become a monk halfway through her life. With the help of Wang Rui, Zhou Ze didn't know where she was originally from or when she died. He was too lazy to ask, but he guessed that she wasn't a local.
Bai Yingying, on the other hand, had been lying in a coffin for 200 years. Usually, when she chatted with Madam Bai, it was just the words of her best friend. When had she ever seen a best friend gathering spread patriotism?
Therefore, these two people were not considered to be true citizens of Tongcheng. However, Zhou Ze had lived two lifetimes and were both citizens of Tongcheng. Cao Ding could be considered to be very famous in Tongcheng. Of course, the most famous person in Tongcheng was still Zhang Jian, who had drafted the imperial decree of abdication of the Qing emperor, after counting, Cao Ding could also be ranked in the top ten.
As a hero who fought against the Pirates, his official position did not seem to be very high. Zhou ze only knew about this, but he had long forgotten about the details. He only knew that he was a figure in the middle of the Ming dynasty. At that time, the pirates were the most violent, and the coastal areas were flooded with pirates, the officials could not be used, and when they faced the pirates, they were easily defeated. It was only after Qi Jiguang and the other generals slowly got up that the pirates finally calmed down.
In other words, for a long period of time, the Ming Dynasty officials were basically at the level of the five scum of the battlefield. It was similar to the early days of the anti-japanese war. The Japanese army was very aggressive, and they were able to go against the current, it was often the most valuable because at that time, there was basically no hope of winning. Therefore, even though there were tens of millions of people, it was still possible.
Since the three Japanese ghosts hated Cao Ding, Zhou Ze could only boldly speculate that the identities of the three ghosts could not have been hidden for 500 years, right?
This speculation was very scary, and Zhou Ze could not help but think about it carefully.
Most importantly, his heroic soul had suppressed these bastards here for so many years. If he was the one who fell for the trap and let them out in the end, then he would be in big trouble, what if the three bastards who were released did something in Tongcheng or the nearby area? would these karma be blamed on him in the end?
Boss Zhou had never denied that he was a salted fish who was afraid of getting into trouble. Usually, it was better to avoid trouble than to cause trouble, however, he would not say that he had accidentally opened Pandora's Box and returned to sleep.
"How do I Get Out?"
Zhou ze asked the most crucial question. Of course, Zhou Ze knew that the Japanese girl in front of him did not know how to get out either.
This place was like a special container. Zhou ze guessed that it was probably due to the special environment of the general's Mountain. Cao Ding's heroic soul had suppressed these pirates for 500 years. It was originally a first-class prison, however, the souls of the pirates were like the "Count of Monte Cristo"who started to play prison break.
They did not break out of the prison in one go. Instead, they continued to increase their freedom. It was like they were slowly moving out of the deepest and most heavily guarded cell, she was moving to the outermost and most loosely guarded cell of the prison.
It was like a compromise. That was why it was so different. In this mirror world, the souls of the dead could not interfere with the outside world. This was the last layer of restraint.
The Japanese girl shook her head. She had already put her head back on her neck.
She did not know how to get out. If she knew, she would have gone out to take revenge long ago. Why wait until now?
Zhou Ze was a little helpless. He took out his phone. The phone still had no signal. However, Zhou Ze thought of one thing. The three Japanese ghosts could call him here to play a ghost call. could he do the same?
He tried to call Xu Qinglang, but the phone kept ringing. He could actually get through.
Zhou Ze walked to the picture frame in surprise and looked at Xu Qinglang's situation inside.
He kept calling, and there was a "Beep... BEEP..."sound coming from the other side. But in his eyes, Xu Qinglang had no intention of picking up the phone.
It was ringing, but there was no response from the other end?
Zhou Ze couldn't hear anything from the other end, and he didn't know if Xu Qinglang's phone was ringing, but there was probably no response from the other end.
Zhou Ze tried to call Bai Yingying and the Little Loli again, but they both got through, but no one picked up.
..
When Zhou Ze tried to make the call, Bai Yingying, the Little Loli, and the others had already entered the hotel and knocked on the door.
Xu Qinglang opened the door. She looked a little haggard. She looked just like her husband who was sick in bed and her wife who was exhausted from taking care of him.
That was indeed the case. She still remembered that night when Xu Qinglang was still sleeping, the old priest cried out in pain and peed blood. Then, Zhou Ze lay on the ground unconscious. From that moment until now, Xu Qinglang had been like an ant on a hot pan, she had never let out a sigh of relief.
Bai Yingying immediately found the unconscious boss lying on the sofa. She immediately knelt down beside the sofa and reached out to hold the boss's hand. She kept calling for the boss to wake up quickly and not to leave Yingying behind.
When the people around saw this scene, the corners of their mouths subconsciously twitched,
please..,
zhou Ze was not dead yet,
this was a little too exaggerated. He looked exactly like the concubine of a large ancient family. After crying, she would pack up and prepare to run away.
The Little Loli was much calmer. From her point of view, she seemed to value Zhou Ze's current consciousness more. If he was unconscious consciously, then her life was still in his hands. If he was unconscious completely..,
then wouldn't she be free if she killed him now?
Of course, the Little Loli only thought about it. Just like how a man walking on the road would subconsciously tilt his body when looking at a fat and skinny beauty on the side of the road, she didn't dare to do or gamble.
Finally, the Little Loli walked to Zhou Ze's side and checked on his condition.
The old priest started to recount in detail what had happened in the past few days.
"How is it?"Bai Yingying asked the Little Loli.
"His soul is still there."The little loli frowned and said, "But it's not complete."
"Not complete?"
The Little Loli looked around. She seemed to be looking for something.
"Yes, it's not complete, so he can't wake up."
The old priest heard this and said, "I seem to remember that there's a villain on the god Ascension Board who seems to have a magic treasure that can take away a part of a person's soul."
The Little Loli ignored the old priest's words and did not have the time to discuss the god Ascension Board with him. She began to walk around the room, especially after seeing the broken glass on the floor of the bathroom, her gaze turned more towards some reflective equipment.
In the end, the Little Loli even stood in front of the eight stallions picture frame in the living room and began to look into the mirror frame.
..
From Zhou Ze's perspective, the Little Loli seemed to be looking at him, but she shouldn't be able to see inside. This was enough to show that the Little Loli's level and knowledge exceeded that of the others around her.
Lao Xu and Lao Dao had been trying to figure out how to wake up the unconscious Zhou Ze, but they had never thought that Zhou Ze was actually just trapped beside them.
"She can see you?"The Japanese girl at the side asked.
"Give her a certain amount of time. She should be able to find you."Zhou Ze continued to look at his phone. Actually, the problem right now was very awkward. Even if he gave the Little Loli some more time, even if she could confirm that he was in the mirror..,
but how could he get out?
There must be a way out. Zhou ze believed that this was like facing a complicated game, but he had to have enough time to play it. At the very least, he had to experience countless failures and fumbles. However, Zhou Ze didn't have that much time now.., after all, the three Japanese ghosts had stayed here for a year, and most importantly, they had probably played this game for 500 years!
Crack..
The sound of glass breaking came from outside the door.
The Japanese girl looked at Zhou Ze and said, "It's time for dinner."
"..."Zhou Ze.
"You're not going?"The Japanese girl continued to ask.
"Are you hungry? Or, are you hungry?"Zhou ze asked.
"I just want to go out for a walk."
Zhou Ze understood. To the people in the mirror, eating and dining was like the prisoners in a prison cell being released at a certain time for outdoor activities.
"I'm not interested..."
Before Zhou Ze could finish his sentence,
the sound of "Ka-cha... Ka-cha... Ka-cha..."suddenly came from outside.
Zhou ze immediately rushed to the door and opened it,
yes..,
originally, there should only be a glass corridor leading to the restaurant. However, the surrounding glass started to shatter one after another at this time. More and more souls began to wander around in a daze, they seemed to have lost their original restraints and were at a loss.
"What's going on?"Zhou ze asked the Japanese girl behind him.
"I don't know either."The Japanese girl also revealed a shocked expression.
Zhou Ze rushed out of the door. The surrounding glass, which was near and far, continued to shatter. This gave Zhou Ze a very ominous feeling. He was actually also a prisoner imprisoned here, and the glass could be understood as the iron bars in the prison, the iron bars were now constantly shattering and disappearing. This was actually a very good thing for the prisoners, because they would regain their freedom.
However, it was different for Zhou Ze, because this meant that the restrictions and restrictions here were going to disappear. The things that had been suppressed were waiting for an opportunity to escape.
There were more and more departed souls here. Because of the special reason of General Mountain, the departed souls of the people who died nearby would subconsciously gather here. It was like a treasure basin.
And now, these people began to move forward in a daze, as if they were receiving some guidance.
Zhou Ze walked among the crowd. He was eager to know the source of all this.
Finally..,
zhou Ze saw a flag in front of him,
and under the flag..,
there were three sets of black samurai armor. The armor had many scars and broken places, but it revealed a special kind of awe.
The flag emitted a black light and enveloped a circle. Any soul that was attracted to it would be bound by black lines after entering this circle. The three sets of armor that were originally placed neatly and still,
inside,
began to swell slowly..
——


A doctor has died, and returned to life as a bookstore owner, finding himself catering to the dead. The world of ghosts and ghostly encounters opens up before him, and as old tales mingle with new, and the worries of the dead carry over to the living, he finds himself caught as an Envoy between the two worlds, and life and death are no longer idle terms to him...
A bookstore that opens late at night...
Welcome.

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