After paying by scanning the QR code, Fang Zong entered the women's restroom with a natural and poised demeanor.
Behind him, Wang Qiang and the others naturally scanned the QR code to pay before following him into the women's restroom one by one.
Fang Zong opened a stall and asked with a strange expression, "Are you using the restroom too?"
Everyone was dumbfounded: "No."
Why would you pay if you don't use the restroom?
After closing the stall door and relieving himself, Fang Zong looked around before walking to the mirror at the entrance of the women's restroom.
The surroundings were very simple; the only difference between this and the men's restroom was the absence of urinals.
The mirror was small and had some stains on it that were hard to identify. When Fang Zong touched it with his finger, he discovered a strange power. It was not as pure as the energy in Chenjia Village, but it was much more evil and sinister.
Wang Qiang and the others didn't go to the toilet; they followed behind him.
Fang Zong asked Granny Tao, "How do we get in?"
Grandma Tao quickly took out a black sign, pressed it against the mirror, smiled ingratiatingly at Fang Zong, and bowed her head and hunched her neck.
Fang Zong said meaningfully, "Well done."
Then, looking at Wang Qiang and the other rich kids, he saw even more evil aura. The worst off was the fat Wang Qiang, whose skin was covered with black lines, his muscles were stiff, and he couldn't even make an expression.
This is turning you into a living corpse. Slowly, you will become unable to move, unable to even blink, unable to sleep, and unable to faint.
One can imagine how terrible that torment must have been; resentment and hostility grew within that torment.
Until their humanity is extinguished, they are completely reduced to a type of zombie or ghost!
The girl in the colored glasses glanced curiously at the mirror, screamed "Ah!", and quickly pulled off her sunglasses to cover the black lines that appeared on the whites of her eyes.
The girl with colored contact lenses also noticed this. With the lenses covering her face, her complexion didn't look good either. She opened her bag, took out a bunch of cosmetics, and started touching up her makeup.
Men like Wang Qiang, who don't care much about appearances, also glared fiercely at Granny Tao.
It's all her fault, all her fault!
There was fire in their eyes.
If Fang Zong hadn't been there, they would have attacked Granny Tao with fists and kicks even though they knew they were no match for her!
Grandma Tao ignored Wang Qiang and the others, as if they were nothing more than ants.
Fang Zong, who was examining himself in the mirror, was particularly afraid. He said with a bitter face, "Sir thug, may I leave now?"
"Okay, you did a good job. I'll see you off."
Without saying a word, Fang Zong slapped Granny Tao, making her smell a foul stench.
With another casual wave of his hand, the true yang energy burned away all the foul odor.
"I'll go in and take a look. You all wait here."
Fang Zong didn't want to bring along a few burdens, so he casually gave the instructions and then placed his palm on the surface of the mirror.
Suddenly, a suction force pulled in, not strong, but it was indeed drawing the mirror deeper inside.
Fang Zong made a very strange discovery:
His own hand was swallowed up by the mirror. The mirror, which was only twenty centimeters in diameter, kept getting bigger in front of him, and it seemed as if he was getting smaller. Slowly, his entire arm, shoulder, and head entered the mirror.
Wang Qiang and the others looked at this bizarre scene. When Fang Zong entered the mirror completely, they looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Wang Qiang asked, bewildered, "Wait here?"
Upon hearing this, the corners of the mouths of several wealthy young men twitched.
The women's restroom? Waiting here?
Suddenly, the sound of high heels clicking outside was heard. Wang Qiang and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they rushed into a cubicle, crowding inside.
First came the sound of the door to the next cubicle opening, followed by a shushing sound.
Not long after, a sanitary napkin was thrown to the ground next to the toilet with a thud, and high heels clicked as someone walked away.
Wang Qiang muttered under his breath, "No manners!"
The girl in the colored glasses muttered softly, "You're crowding me."
The girl with colored contact lenses sobbed, "You perverts who go into the women's restroom should hide, why should I hide?"
As soon as the words were spoken, the two girls looked at each other in bewilderment.
Fang Zong entered the mirror and felt as if he had crossed the boundary between the realms of Yin and Yang.
His head was buzzing, as if a towering tree was being bombarded by countless bolts of lightning. Each strike caused it to vibrate, but the tiny bolts of lightning clearly did not cause much damage to his enormous body; they only caused continuous vibrations.
He could see his surroundings, black, white, gray, brown... countless dark lines flashing past him.
Once everything returned to normal, I was standing on top of a skyscraper.
This is a space where there is no sun in the sky.
But there was a strange light that made the surroundings, though not very clear, still visible as if it were dusk or twilight.
He looked down and saw that the bustling crowds below the tall buildings were like a background picture, devoid of any vitality.
It's a city, but... it's all just background!
The only real thing is this building I'm standing on, and only the top three floors are real.
Fang Zong focused his gaze, his true yang fire burning intensely, and instantly saw through the truth.
The building has seventy-six floors, but only the top three floors beneath his feet have a gloomy, ghostly aura. The rest, including the entire city he can see, are just an illusory projection.
It seems as if it's connected to the outside world and copied some images from outside, but it doesn't actually exist!
With an elevator and an emergency exit behind him, Fang Zong thought for a moment and decided not to use the elevator and go straight downstairs.
Upon entering the top floor, the surroundings suddenly became lively.
It looked like a club, a retro one at that, with men in tuxedos and women in cheongsams drinking, laughing, and making out, their lips touching in a suggestive way.
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