Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

He Kaiyan couldn't help laughing out loud when he thought of himself as Tang Monk in Journey to the West, being protected by a circle drawn by Sun Wukong.

His tense nerves relaxed a lot, and he took out his cell phone to kill some time.

The next second, he had no intention of playing games anymore.

From the moment Uncle Liu stepped out of the safe area, the entire hotel changed its appearance.

The originally dim lobby was instantly illuminated by dazzling lights. Brightly dressed tourists entered the hotel through the revolving door, and the doormen hurriedly took their suitcases.

He Kaiyan stood up in amazement. He had traveled through time again?

"Uncle Liu? Uncle Liu!"

He called out loudly, and Uncle Liu only walked a few steps away. How could he completely disappear?

Although the other tourists looked at him in confusion, they did not pay too much attention to him.

The front desk was busy checking people in. The woman was a good-looking young woman wearing a suit and skirt and a gold bracelet on her wrist.

Her appearance is not much worse than the actors and stars on TV, but who would have thought that she is just an ordinary employee in the hotel?

Perhaps this is the reason why Sunshine Hotel attracts customers to stay.

"Mom, my ball! My ball rolled into the corner!"

"Xiao Yuan, run slower and don't fall."

He Kaiyan turned his head and saw the intelligent and gentle mother helping up the stumbling little boy. For a moment, he seemed to have returned to his childhood.

The little me was running on the football field, and my mom and dad were cheering for me happily.

He easily won the first place again, not for the medals that could not be piled up in the room, but for the proud smile on his mother's face and the satisfied eyes of his father.

"Xiao Yan... hurry up..."

A faint call woke He Kaiyan up. Uncle Liu said that what he saw were all illusions!

That voice sounds like my mother's.

Could it be that the mother trapped in Xuejiashan is still alive, waiting for him in another world?

But how would he get back?

There was a loud noise coming from the table, and it turned out that the mirror was shaking by itself!

He Kaiyan clearly remembered that both sides of the mirror were unpolished, but at this moment three ancient characters gradually emerged on the back.

"Langya Mirror." He read it softly.

The text on the back of the mirror was so strange. It was not Chinese characters, nor was it running script, cursive script, or small seal script. It was a kind of text that he had never seen before.

But why did he know that these three words mean "Langya Mirror"?

He couldn't figure it out, but the mirror trembled even more violently, as if trying to make him turn himself over.

The rust on the front slowly faded away, revealing an exceptionally clear mirror surface. He Kaiyan's hand shook and he almost knocked the mirror to the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the bustling hotel again. Everything was so real and bright, making people feel the atmosphere of fireworks.

But what was reflected in the mirror was clearly a purgatory scene made up of countless bones!

The doorman without the lower body would reveal his severed waist if he bent over; the receptionist's skin had been frozen into a purple color and her eyelashes were covered with a thick layer of frost; as for the tourists, they looked like they were dead.

Some had black spots all over their bodies, some were dragging their deformed legs, and even the little boy who had just picked up the ball was a headless corpse.

Perhaps sensing He Kaiyan's gaze, everyone in the hotel stopped what they were doing and looked straight at He Kaiyan.