"Hurry up and go, and don't hang around the old office building at night these days. Things haven't been very stable here lately, and I'm afraid you'll accidentally wander in."
"Uncle Wang, can you be a bit more specific?" Wen Yan couldn't help his curiosity.
"Things inside the mirror aren't stable. Some bold lunatic got too close, and then, well, died."
"Uh..." Wen Yan thought to himself, Old man, that's real detailed of you.
"It's been decades, and never has anyone so gutsy as to go near the funeral home inside the mirror. Something must've changed. I can't look inside, can only hear and sense a little. Honestly, I'm not too clear about it either. Anyway, just don't go to the funeral home at night for now."
"Alright, thanks for the heads-up, Uncle Wang." Wen Yan obediently replied; he usually listened to people when it came to matters like this.
