I looked at the mirror at my feet, and it was going up slowly, but it was really going up.

I lay on the ground and looked carefully at the mirrors, and the blurred figures in the mirrors were like clouds of mist, floating in the mirrors.

These things should be the hatred that came in, right?

Watching the mirrors continue to rise, I wasn't going to keep going, just standing by and waiting for those mirrors to go up.

There are a lot of mirrors, and as long as I can see them anyway, there are foggy shadows inside.

I am so frightened by hatred, how can there be so much hatred?

There is a hateful thought in every mirror, so many hateful thoughts, what does the mastermind behind the scenes want to do?

The mirrors soon rose up, each one more than a person tall, like a room.

The figures collided in the mirror, and it seemed that they all wanted to rush out of here, but the seemingly thin mirror was like steel locking these things inside.

I didn't seem to have to worry too much, I pinched my earlobe, stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a long time, and the hatred in the mirror also looked at me, and the two sides looked at each other for a long time.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch the mirror, it was cold and biting, like a piece of ice.

At the edge of the mirror, there are a lot of weird characters, and the characters are shining with inexplicable colors, and every time the hatred in them collides, they are blocked back by these characters.

I want to think about it, but I can't get out.

Obsession needs a cursed thing to live in and exist, and resentment seems to need to be possessed, whether it is attached to a corpse or a person, in order to survive.

Thinking about it this way, hatred must also have limitations, at least not to wander at will.

"Boom"

I was thinking about it when I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Hurry, hurry, that thing is coming after you."

Someone was screaming in terror, followed by a series of footsteps.

The footsteps were very messy, and I could hear them, and there were quite a few people.

Hatred will eventually gather here, and everyone will run to this room, which is equivalent to running to die.

The ability to hate is very special, and it can use the fear in people's hearts to trap people in place, unable to move their hands and feet.

I don't believe anyone who can not be afraid when they see hatred. This thing is different from obsession, although obsession looks strange, but at least it can distinguish a little bit of human appearance.

This product is very different, translucent, floating in the air, not much different from the legendary ghost in reality.

How can we not be afraid of those strange things with blurred flesh and blood and rotten bodies, suddenly seeing such a thing.

After all, we are all people from reality, and the legendary ghosts have long been ingrained. Now suddenly seeing, it is impossible not to be afraid.

However, the fear we generate, when controlled by hatred, can easily freeze us in the same place and be slaughtered by others.

"Click"

I heard the sound of mirrors shattering, and screams came from all around me, and the screams were only halfway out before they were cut off.

It is clear that someone is shrouded in hatred.

"Click"

All the mirrors around me are cracked, and there are not many signs of cracking, but the phantom in the mirror disappears quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The vanishing phantoms converged in front of the mirror, forming a human form, exactly like the hatred I had ever seen.

People can't be in pairs, as long as they form pairs, hatred will do it to us.

I stood next to the mirror and didn't dare to move, although I knew that the attack of hatred was useless to me, but I didn't dare to mess around, who knew if one was useless, and the rest would be useless.

Hatred floated in the air, quickly flying towards the place where the footsteps sounded.

It was as if they could ignore anything, go anywhere without hindrance, and just float all the way through.

Like two fools, I stood next to the shattered mirror and watched the hatred drift by.

The screams kept ringing out and were cut off.

From the screams, I can tell that there are a lot of people who come here alive, but they can't survive here.

Because as long as people form pairs, they will be hunted down by hatred. Now that there are so many people, it is normal to be hunted down.

I didn't dare to go there, mainly because I wasn't sure if I would be one of them.

The hatred that came out of me didn't do anything to me, it must have been because I was alone.

After a while, the screaming stopped, the crack in the mirror began to recover, and all the hatred that floated out returned, and returned to the mirror before the rift healed.

It became its original form again, floating in the mirror like a cloud of mist.

The Scarlet Round Table wants us to look here, what's here? Can you make him take a fancy to it?

Besides, every mirror is the same, how do I know who's in the mirror? There are so many mirrors, I can't just find a mirror to resist.

I walked in the middle of the mirrors, and it looked like every mirror was the same, and there was a cloud of fog inside.

Thinking back to the rules that the Scarlet Round Table told us, I tried to think about it several times, but I couldn't find any point.

The hints all say that they came to the secret realm of death, and they never said that there are so many identical mirrors in the secret realm of death.

There was only a fog in the mirror, which could not reflect what I was.

It is as if a film is attached to the surface of the mirror to block the reflection of the mirror.

The characters at the edge of the mirror began to glow, and as the light flickered, the fog inside the mirror gradually formed.

Before my eyes, the mist turned into a splash or a knife.

Obviously, these things are the ones that kill them.

I don't know if it's for the Scarlet Round Table, but I know that the Scarlet Round Table is shaped like a table, and as long as you find a mirror that looks like a table, you should be able to find what the Scarlet Round Table wants.

I kept walking through the mirrors, and whenever I saw something square, I would stop and look at it a few more times.

There are so many things that can kill, some are just a leaf, a branch, and even more amazing, an egg.

Yes, you read that right, it's just a round little egg.

I didn't even think I was right, but it was in the mirror.

After looking back and forth for a long time, I saw a lot of tables, but I didn't find a table like the Scarlet Round Table.

Before I could find it, the contents of the mirror changed again.

What appeared this time was a human face, a very normal human face, which should be the appearance of hatred before death.

"Yin and Yang eyes? No wonder you survived. "In one of the mirrors, a man waved at me.

The man gave me a particularly familiar feeling, as if I had seen him somewhere, and his speech was very familiar.

"What? Entering here, no one will survive? ”

"What do you think? The secrets of the Sealed Soul Room can't be passed on, and generally those who enter here are wiped out, and the slightest bit of information is not allowed to be revealed. ”

"Why? What is this place for? Where do all this hatred come from? ”