Feng Ruoxing said without hesitation, "It's true that Zhang Fang can't look in the mirror. There's a tacit understanding on Fengshui Street that no one lets him look in the mirror."

"He was able to win the sympathy of the occult because Ning'an forced him to look in the mirror."

The stories that can truly deceive people are not nine false and one true, but nine true and one false. The lies mixed in with the truth are the deadliest blade.

Zhang Fang's words should be true, otherwise, I would become suspicious of him as soon as I inquired about it.

The rule of not looking in the mirror must have been set by Zhang Shun for him.

Feng Ruoxing continued, "As for the cause of Zhang Shun's death? On this point, I really can't draw a conclusion. Human nature is terrifying when it's truly dark, even appalling. However, without evidence, I still don't want to doubt human nature."

"You seem to be more sentimental than me!" I returned Feng Ruoxing's original words with a half-smile, "An arcanist is devoid of emotion, the arcane path is devoid of emotion!"

Before Feng Ruoxing could speak, I walked towards the door, "Just pass my words on to your companion. I'll take care of the rest!"

As I went out, I clearly heard Feng Ruoxing say in a low voice, "Petty, suspicious fellow."

Feng Ruoxing said I was petty because I seized the opportunity to return her words to her; as for saying I was suspicious, it was because she saw through my intentions, and also because I didn't take her with me, which made her feel exceptionally depressed.

I didn't have time to consider Feng Ruoxing's feelings. After leaving the hotel, I sneaked all the way to Fengshui Street.

At this time, Fengshui Street was already closed, and each door was hung with a mirror covered in black cloth. This storm, which had inexplicably swept through Fengshui Street, plunged the once bustling street into a fear that was enough to make people feel oppressed.

Even just walking on the street, one could feel the solemn atmosphere. It wasn't as if there was no one in Fengshui Street. In the corner of my eye, I saw at least four figures hiding behind the curtains like ghosts, peeking at the street.

I didn't stop until I reached the front of a shop that didn't have a mirror hanging up. Zhang Fang had said that his family was the last one on Fengshui Street.

This one doesn't have a mirror either, so this is very likely to be the Zhang family's shop. Zhang Fang has already regarded himself as a king on the arcane path in his bones, and a king naturally has to be a bit different.

I was about to knock on the door when I heard someone call out behind me, "Hey... hey... that brother... don't knock!"

When I turned my head, I saw the owner of the shop diagonally opposite waving at me from behind the door, "Don't knock! Someone died in that house, they're not doing business!"

I walked over in a few steps, "Is this the Zhang family's shop?"

"Yes, yes!" The man nodded, "This is the Zhang family's old shop. The Zhang family are all dead. Don't go in!"

"Oh, thank you!" As I pretended to leave, I suddenly turned around and stuck my hand into the house through the crack in the door, grabbed the other person's neck, and lifted him up over the door.

Before the other person's feet, suspended in the air, could touch the door, I flicked the door panel with my toe, flashed into the house, grabbed the person, and slammed him against the wall.

I slightly loosened my left hand that was strangling the other person's neck, and the dagger that my right hand pulled out was already against the other person's stomach.

My eyes stared into the other person's eyes like knives, "Tell me, where is the Zhang family's old shop?"

The man struggled to raise his hand, signaling me to loosen my grip a little more, before he barely managed to say, "The one you just knocked on was the Zhang family's old shop."

I sent my right hand forward slightly, and the tip of the dagger carved a cut on the other person's stomach. As blood flowed down the other person's clothes, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat rolled down the tip of his nose.

I said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, this knife hasn't pierced your stomach. If you talk nonsense to me again, I can't guarantee that I can still hold back."

"I really..." The man only said two words, and the purple light in my eyes overflowed with murderous intent, "Mirrors are not allowed to be hung on Fengshui Street, why is there a mirror in your house? And it's diagonally facing the Zhang family's old shop? Speak!"

When I was talking to the man just now, I saw a mirror through the crack in the door. The mirror clearly reflected the back of the man's head and half of my face.

Everyone on Fengshui Street doesn't dare to touch mirrors anymore, but he has a full-length mirror hanging in his house, and the mirror is diagonally facing the door. Wouldn't that be so that the person in the mirror can clearly see who has been to the Zhang family's shop?

This person is working for Zhang Fang.

The reason why I didn't touch the mirror after entering the door and went to move people first was because I was betting that Zhang Fang wouldn't use secret techniques at this time.

Since Zhang Fang wants to play the savior of the arcane path, he has to return to the arcanists. In full view of the public, he must be busy acting, preparing for his final, desperate performance, so he doesn't have time to use secret techniques.

However, if I move the mirror, it would be the same as waking up Zhang Fang and forcing him to fight me.

Now is not the time to force him, but the time for me to race against time and return to the Zhang family's shop.

Under my questioning, the man's face turned even paler, but he gritted his teeth and refused to speak. Besides his own life, he had other concerns.