Of course, that was a scream only Fu Qian could hear.
"This? Really?"
Fu Qian, who was shooting the breeze with the bald-headed boss, was also somewhat surprised.
He hadn't expected this girl to be the first one to lose her nerve.
And yet she was trying to outsmart him?
However, the terror in that scream was unmistakable, and this girl was supposed to be one of the tougher ones in the group. What could have scared her like this?
With this question in mind, Fu Qian quickly located Tan Ying's orb of light.
After attempting a response, an image swiftly emerged.
In the dim light, it was apparent he was in some kind of sealed room.
And what was eerie was that, although he was inhabiting Tan Ying's perspective, there was another Tan Ying in front of him, staring straight at him.
Uh!
In the next instant, Fu Qian realised she was looking at a mirror.
This was an ancient-style standing mirror with a dark red frame, nearly as tall as a person.