Folklore Simulator: Evil Mirror

Before he died, my grandfather gave me a bronze mirror: it will tell you what to do when you need it. In my junior year, at the end of the corridor on the seventh floor of the teaching building, stood a female ghost with long hair covering her face. Bronze mirror is hot Folklore Simulator starts. Number of simulations remaining: 3/3 The first simulation, 4 minutes and 32 seconds, I died. In the second simulation, at 11 minutes and 7 seconds, I found the rule: Don't let her see your shadow. The third simulation, I survived. Every supernatural event has hidden rules, and those who violate them will die. My bronze mirror can rehearse death and use the number of simulations to change the path of survival. The price is longevity. The levels are increasing: Apprentice → Sir → Master → Heavenly Master. Yin virtue is accumulating. The cracks in the bronze mirror are expanding. It was broken into several pieces and scattered in different supernatural realms. With each piece I collected, I saw a piece of erased history—dozens of robed men chanting around a three-meter-tall bronze mirror, and then it cracked. Who is looking at me? The observer behind the bronze mirror—what does it want? Observers have recorded your performance. Good luck. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.