The battles against the Zetarians are extremely intense, with each superhero having to face many enemies at once, even the exceptionally powerful Kitari alien warships.

Take the Hulk as an example, he is the most powerful of the superheroes, and he has to face at least two or more alien warships at the same time, including a dragon-shaped battleship that is hundreds of meters long.

Even if he is as strong as him, it is impossible to deal with it easily in this situation.

Fortunately, what he is best at is fighting back in adversity.

The more he can't defeat the enemy, the more angry he becomes, and then the anger gives him great power, giving him the possibility of defeating the enemy he couldn't defeat.

Today, this trait of his is at its most effective.

The night is as cold as water, and in the dark, cramped, and secluded bathroom, the toilet, sink, and washing machine are huddled together, as if shivering.

As usual, the lights could not be turned on, and the pale moonlight shone in through the large window, casting an indescribable eerie and terrifying effect on everything.

Lu Mang licked his dry lips and took a deep breath to recover a little from the trembling.

But it soon became clear to him that it was all in vain.

In addition to the smell of disinfectant water in the air, the creepy cold smell gradually spread like a tide, as if it wanted to drown everything here.

"Calm down."

Lu Mang told himself in a trembling voice that he couldn't escape, and he couldn't scream.

Raise your left hand, bend your cold, damp index finger and put it in your mouth, and bite the second joint with your teeth.

The thick smell of blood instantly filled his mouth, and the intense pain spread through his entire body like electricity.

It hurts, but it's a little better, at least it's not as scared as it was just now.

Slowly stretched out the five fingers of his right hand that were about to spasm, handed the lighter he was holding tightly in his hand to his left hand, vigorously rubbed off the cold and sticky cold sweat in his palm on the cotton pajamas, took the lighter again, and tried to light it.

Cha!

The sound of gears rubbing against flint sounded, and two clusters of flames the size of bean seedlings were swaying in Lu Mang's hands, not far from his side.

Two, two clusters!

Realizing this, Lu Mang's body instantly stiffened, and the originally dilated pupils shrank into a small point in an instant.

Damn, how could it be two clusters of flames?!

Fear, like a big hand gripping Lu Mang's heart, made him unable to move, unable to breathe, and even the blood seemed to stop flowing.

Lu Mang had no way to turn his body, but from the corner of his eye, he could clearly see that in the bath cabinet mirror above the sink, there was also a faint flame swaying, and there was also a figure standing in a daze.

It's just that the flames in the mirror have a slightly eerie green light, and his face in the mirror is as pale as a floating corpse swollen by the river.

Didn't you cover it up, who lifted it, did you want me to die here?

I don't know how long it has been, the faint night breeze came from the window, and the flames shook twice, with a little unwillingness, and slowly extinguished.

Until this moment, the big hand that was holding Lu Mang's heart loosened a little, and the blood in his whole body "boomed" towards his face.

His mind was dizzy, his eyes were dark, but his sense of hearing became acute.

The sound of gasping as thick as bellows, the beating of a drum, and the rattling of blood flowing through the veins all seemed to surpass the roar of the waterfall......

Among all the complicated sounds, a low, hoarse, melodious voice like a barrel blowing on a high mountain sounded from a very distance, and instantly reached Lu Mang's ears.

“……”

Here it is, here it is again!

The extreme fear made Lu Mang's face have signs of paralysis, and in his senses, it was as if it was not delicate skin, but rough bark.

Lu Mang ...... Lu Mang......"

The calls grew louder, more urgent, clearer, and more eerie.

There was not only the majesty and strength of the Nine Heavens Thunder in this voice, but also the gentle charm of the lover's whispering in his ear, which made Lu Mang neither able nor willing to resist.

That's it calling him, it's the mirror, or the world behind the mirror, calling him.

Raising his left hand jerkily, he walked with difficulty, and with an inexplicably satisfied weird smile on his face, Lu Mang approached the mirror little by little.

Closer, closer.

The fingers lightly touched the mirror, not as cold as expected, and not as hard as expected, but like hot chocolate, sticky, warm, and with a strange and inexplicable sucking force, devouring his fingers little by little.

On the flat mirror, where Lu Mang's fingertips disappeared, ripples with a metallic luster slowly swayed, and in a very short period of time, they turned into monstrous waves, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into huge whirlpools that seemed to have a roaring sound......

……

I don't know how long time has passed, Lu Mang gasped and pulled his left hand out of the mirror.

The whirlpool that covered the sky disappeared in an instant like a bubble, and the surroundings changed back to the familiar bathroom, and the bath cabinet mirror also returned to its cool appearance in the miserable white moonlight.

Looking down at the sore spot, it turned out that the index finger of his right hand unconsciously touched the windshield of the lighter, which had just been burned by the flames, and it was extremely hot, and the touch would naturally make him feel pain.

Instinctively, he brought his right index finger to his mouth and blew, and the corner of his lips touched the sore spot again, but his heart was full of joy.

Luckily, it's a lighter, and if it's a flashlight, I'm afraid I'll be ...... by this damn mirror

Wait, there's something wrong!

In Lu Mang's cranky thoughts, he suddenly felt that something seemed to be missing in the mirror, what was missing?

Polishing the lighter again, he could see all kinds of images in the mirror by the dim light of the fire.

Pieces of soap were on the shelves, there were no clean stains in the sink, sandals for bathing scattered on the floor, white tiles that were smooth but not as clean as they used to be, lighters floating in mid-air......

Wait, how can a lighter be suspended in mid-air?

What about the hand holding the lighter?

Also, what about my people, how can there be no figure in the mirror!!

With a buzz, Lu Mang's scalp was numb to the point of exploding.

How is this possible,

Lu Mang was angry at first, he was Shen Miao's own brother, and it was too late to hurt this sister, how could he bully Shen Miao. It is said that the two of them have been together for more than ten years, and he is the one who has been bullied.

But when Yingzi looked at the corner of Shen Miao's right forehead, Lu Mang's anger suddenly disappeared.

There was a finger-long burn scar there, which he accidentally injured when he took Shen Miao to play with fire when he was ten years old.

The scar is very ugly, and it's usually better to be covered by bangs, and you can't see it if you don't look carefully. But Shen Miao is lively and active by nature, and if he is not careful, the scar will run out, stinging the hearts of everyone who sees it.

It is indeed a very regrettable thing for a good invincible young beautiful girl to be turned into an ugly girl by this scar.

As the culprit, Lu Mang was naturally also heartbroken, how could it be that if it was possible, he would rather be the one who burned himself at that time.