Let's give space a touch of Chinese horror!

Chapter 42 The Red Figure in the Mirror

What is that?!

Tan Yajun suddenly turned her head and looked in the direction where the red shadow had flashed.

There was nothing there.

She was the only one in the bedroom. Everything was in its place, the milky white curtains hung quietly, and the tassels below remained motionless.

This means there was no wind in the room.

Not to mention that red shadow that flashed by so quickly just now.

Could she have misread it?

Tan Yajun turned around suspiciously and looked at the mirror again.

Because of her large movements, the necklace around her neck, which had been adjusted, became crooked again. Tan Yajun simply started readjusting it in front of the mirror.

But whether it was psychological or not, she felt that the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a little.

Tan Yajun knew very well that the most urgent thing now was to quickly fix her necklace and go downstairs to start the banquet, but she couldn't help looking through the mirror at her back and other places, so that her necklace was still not in the right position after a while.

This can't go on any longer...

She took a deep breath, reassuring herself: It's okay, she had observed for so long and hadn't noticed anything unusual, she must have been mistaken before...

Tan Yajun placed her fingers back on the necklace, and when she looked up, she caught a glimpse of that red color out of the corner of her eye.

This time, the red figure didn't flash by; it stood quietly behind her.

Tan Yajun's neck hairs immediately stood on end.

Because it was a human figure.

A figure wearing a blood-red dress.

"Who goes there?!" She jumped up from her chair, the chair legs scraping against the expensive wooden floor with a harsh sound.

But after she turned around, the red figure disappeared once again.

"Knock knock..."

"Knock knock..."

Her heart began to pound rapidly in her chest, and Tan Yajun stared intently, scanning the bedroom she had only recently moved into with a nervous intensity.

The room seemed to grow even colder. A chill crept up from her feet, freezing her blood inch by inch.

What... exactly is going on?

What's going on in this room?!

"mom."

The sudden knocking startled Tan Yajun, who was already on edge.

"Are you all better, Mom?"

"Dad told me to come up and call you."

"The banquet is about to begin..."

The familiar voice from outside the door made Tan Yajun visibly relax: "It's Ashu..."

She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to control her voice so her son wouldn't sense her unusual emotion: "I'll be right there."

"Okay, Mom, hurry up. I'll go downstairs to keep Dad company now."

"Hmm." Tan Yajun responded with a soft sound, not bothering to adjust her necklace anymore. She planned to take one last look in the mirror to make sure she wasn't doing anything inappropriate before going downstairs.

That one glance was enough to freeze her completely in place—

She saw Jiang Yi's face.

But in the mirror... there's only one face now.

That face was still wearing the dress she had carefully chosen for today, along with earrings and a necklace that only the wife of the Jiang family patriarch could wear...

"Gulp," Tan Yajun swallowed hard, raising her hand with trembling hands.

The "Jiang Yi" in the mirror also raised her hand.

A moment later, "Ah ...

Tanya Jun let out a fierce scream.

Her face!

Why does her face look like Jiang Yi's in the mirror?!

Jiang Yi, Jiang Yi, aren't they already dead?!

As if sensing her fear, or as if mocking her cowardice, the person in the mirror slowly curled the corners of their mouth at her.

Yes, just as Tanya Jun was quite certain that she wasn't smiling, the reflection in the mirror—a reflection of her body that had become Jiang Yi's face—was smiling at her.

Her body reacted before her reason, and Tanya stumbled towards the door. She was completely confused about what was happening; only one thought remained in her mind—

Get out of here!

She grabbed the cold doorknob with her other hand and pressed down with all her might—

Not moving.

Why?

Tanya Jun paused for a second: she hadn't locked the door at all after her daughter left!

The cold metal pressed against her palm, bringing Tanya Jun back to her senses. Before she could think about why the door suddenly wouldn't open, she began frantically twisting and shaking the doorknob.

No matter which direction she tried to apply force, no matter how hard she tried, even if she pounded on the doorknob like a madwoman, the doorknob seemed to be welded shut and wouldn't budge.

correct!

Tan Yajun's eyes lit up as if she had thought of something.

She can still call for help!

Her son shouldn't have gone far!

"Ash! Ash!"

Tanya pounded on the door, screaming loudly, her hands red and sore from the pounding, but she felt nothing. "Come help Mom open the door!"

The sound of banging echoed in the room, but there was no sound from outside the door.

Tan Yajun finally realized that something was wrong.

If her voice could be heard from outside the door, someone should have come up to ask her something from the moment she screamed for the first time.

But from the moment I left until now, it has been completely quiet outside the door.

It was so quiet it was as if... the sounds in the room never escaped.

Why...why can't the sounds from inside the room carry out? Tan Yajun stiffened her neck and slowly turned her head to look at the mirror.

The figure in the mirror with Jiang Yi's face had somehow changed into a bright red outfit.

That clothing...

Tan Yajun's pupils suddenly contracted.

It looks like... the clothes worn by the figure that flashed by in the mirror!

As if noticing Tan Yajun's gaze, the "Jiang Yi" in the mirror grinned wider and wider, with the curve of her mouth becoming more and more exaggerated.

It was as if they were mocking her futile efforts.

Moreover, whether it was Tanya Jun's imagination or not, she always felt that the figure... seemed to be closer to the mirror than before.

She could even clearly see the delicate subtle patterns on the red clothes that "Jiang Yi" was wearing.

No, it wasn't her imagination!

She's really getting closer!

She's getting closer!

She wants to come out of the mirror!

Without thinking, Tan Yajun grabbed a decorative item from the side and, not caring how much it cost, smashed it hard against the mirror!