The Resurrection Ceremony required eight implements, and the mirror inscribed with the birthdate characters was the most critical among them, reflecting the past, dividing dreams from reality, one side yin and the other yang, its presence essential at all resurrection ceremonies.
"Why would that kid be inside the mirror?" Little Jia gathered close to Han Fei, aiming to cling tightly to the old leader's apron strings.
"It is said that when people die, part of their soul stays behind in the mirror they frequently looked into while alive; perhaps it's the same principle at play here," Achong stood on the other side of Han Fei, ever since he saw Han Fei's scar-covered arms, he felt a kinship, becoming Han Fei's shadow.
Han Fei did not answer their questions, simply taking hold of the Red Rope and walking forward.
"The plastic surgery hospital was arranged into an altar; the eight buildings corresponded to the eight implements. The dream needs to complete the resurrection here…"