262: The Bizarre Resurrection
Three days had passed since Yang Jian had hung himself in his room.
His body had remained in that position for those three days, suspended in front of the Ghost Mirror, stuck to it.
Countless terrifying hands within had tried to pull him into the mirror, but all had failed.
The Ghost Hand could not emerge from the mirror, and Yang Jian’s body had not been pulled in either.
The standoff appeared to be dragging on for quite some time.
But the strange changes continued; the black liquid that had dripped from Yang Jian’s body previously enveloped the entire room, threatening to devour this eerie mirror, but now…
The black liquid was diminishing.
It entered Yang Jian’s body, seemingly retreating.
The revival of the Ghost Shadow had reached its terrifying limit; it now appeared to have exhausted its power, yet the Ghost Mirror remained smooth and bright, clearly visible even in the dark surroundings, like an entrance to hell stretching forth, fostering countless Evil Ghosts, emitting its own strange and terrifying aura.
On the fourth day, all the Ghost Shadows in the room had retreated into the icy cadaver.
But Yang Jian had not yet revived.
On the fifth day, Yang Jian’s body began to stir.
His body gradually sank into the Ghost Mirror.
Yet this sinking process was very slow, very slow.
The Ghost Shadow was still controlling the body, not wanting Yang Jian to revive within the Ghost Mirror.
Once Yang Jian revived, it would signify the Ghost Shadow’s failure.
It wasn’t human, lacking the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid disaster, nor did it know to retreat and find another body in Dachang City.
It was just a ghost, a Headless Ghost Shadow.
It existed in this city in a specific and terrifying way.
By the sixth day, half of Yang Jian’s body had sunk into the Ghost Mirror.
Countless ghastly hands within the mirror clutched at Yang Jian’s corpse, trying to pull it deeper into the abyss, while the reflection of Yang Jian inside the mirror started to replace him, gradually merging together.
But at that moment.
Suddenly, many fierce gashes appeared on Yang Jian’s body as if an evil spirit with sinister blades had slashed through his flesh.
Eyes of crimson red burrowed out from the flesh, casting a queer red glow, more conspicuous than before, intense as if blood was about to drip down, as if the entire world were about to dissolve in this blood.
Such a red light shone into the Ghost Mirror.
The ghastly palms seemed to have been scalded all at once, quickly retracting; even the ghost that had transformed into Yang Jian’s likeness now vanished from in front of the Ghost Mirror.
These ghostly eyes were not under Yang Jian’s control.
They were controlled by the Ghost Shadow possessing his body.
The Ghost Shadow had taken over his body and with it, the ghosts within him.
This terrifying Ghost Shadow had constantly swapped bodies, attempting to piece together a powerful ghostly form, and now it had succeeded in acquiring the ghostly eyes within Yang Jian’s corpse.
An Evil Ghost commandeering other Evil Ghosts, the resulting horror was beyond imagination.
If Yang Jian was controlling the ghostly eyes, he simply couldn’t have achieved this — he would have succumbed to the revival of the Evil Ghost much sooner.
Even though the eerie red light had shone into the Ghost Mirror, dispelling all the ghosts, the Ghost Mirror was still adhering to his body, aiming to swallow it.
It seemed the Ghost Mirror was even more terrifying than imagined; not because of the countless evil spirits it imprisoned, but the very nature of the Ghost Mirror itself.
All these things no one saw, no one knew, not even Yang Jian, who was in the midst of it, because he was dead now.
His body had begun to emit a faint odor of decay.
If not for the Ghost Shadow enveloping his body, Yang Jian’s corpse would have already rotted away.
However, a miraculous thing occurred.
As half of Yang Jian’s body sank into the Ghost Mirror, his corpse underwent a bizarre transformation; the stench of evil dissipated, the rotting reversed, and even the dense mottling of livor mortis was receding.
It was as if the Ghost Mirror was reversing time, pulling Yang Jian’s body back to six days prior.
Six days prior was the day he had hung himself.
His body would resurrect to the state of that day, memories included, just like Zhang Wei, who had been murdered.
Only, after Zhang Wei’s resurrection within the Ghost Mirror, an uncontrollable supernatural event occurred—the countless ghostly hands inside had not wanted Zhang Wei to escape from within the mirror; it was Yang Jian who had given him a hand, pulling him out.
But now, if Yang Jian truly resurrects, who will be there to lend him a hand?
There had been too many changes, making the success rate very low.
But Yang Jian’s body had ultimately sunk in only halfway; just half wasn’t enough for revival.
The body’s physiological functions meant such a half-submerged figure could not come back to life.
And so, another day passed.
It was the seventh day since Yang Jian’s death.