I'm Pretending to Be a God in Rules and Ghost Stories

The blood mist at the third fork of the mine came again - Lu Zhao clenched the blood-stained bone fragments, and in his ears he heard the roar of the last person who stepped in: "Don't trust the mirror!" He sneered and carved a new rule on the stone wall: "At three o'clock in the morning, if you see a man in white in the blood mist, you can ask him for a way out." The moment the bone fragments were embedded in the cracks in the rock, corrosion patterns climbed onto the back of his hands... And in the mirror, the man in white who was supposed to be dead was nodding to him. ——There are no gods in this world, only liars who live to the end. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.