Mirror Abyss: the Record of Cultivation of Immortality by Shadow

The moment Ling Xiaochen's fingertips touched the mirror, a cold touch snaked up his arm like a snake's letter. The incandescent lamp in the bathroom reflected a distorted halo of light on the mirror. He looked at his bluish face in the mirror, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty. The chat box on the phone screen is still in the unsent state - help, the person in the mirror is smiling at me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.