192: The Unbroken Connection
Yang Jian was certain that the ghost following Zhang Wei had emerged from the Ghost Mirror.
Through some dangerous probing before, it had been basically confirmed that there were ghosts inside the mirror, and not just one… but a great many.
The bruise-like handprints on his arm were the best proof.
However, at present, it seemed that the ghosts inside the mirror couldn’t easily come out, except for the one that looked exactly like the ghost following Zhang Wei.
“Is it okay to just stand here like this? I won’t end up running into the mirror all of a sudden like my cousin Shangguan Yun, will I?” Zhang Wei appeared calm, but in reality, he was incredibly nervous.
If it weren’t for Yang Jian standing beside him, he would have already been screaming and running away.
Because the mirror was now reflecting the appearance of a ghost.
It looked just like Zhang Wei, but its complexion was deathly pale, devoid of any color; it simply walked steadily in from the direction of the door, as reflected in the mirror.
But when he turned his head to look, there was nothing behind him.
This was a ghost that existed only in the mirror.
“No, you and the ghost in the mirror are not moving in unison, it can’t replace you. I need to make another attempt,” Yang Jian said. “You just need to stand still.”
Out of trust for Yang Jian, Zhang Wei had no choice but to brace himself and stand motionless in front of the mirror.
Yang Jian’s true intention was to get that ghost to fully enter the Ghost Mirror, to see how exactly the ghost could leave the mirror.
If that ghost could leave, then the other ghosts inside the mirror could be just as dangerous.
The atmosphere around them started to become oppressive.
In the dimly lit room, the mirror with its Republic of China Period style clearly reflected Zhang Wei’s figure in the light.
But the figure in the mirror was not Zhang Wei, but a genuine ghost.
However, this wasn’t the first time he had seen it.
Yang Jian knew that this ghost was for the time being a fairly harmless entity; even if it wanted to kill, it needed to mirror the movements of the person outside exactly to pull them into the mirror, thus freeing itself.
Yet such a stringent condition for killing did not make him feel any more at ease.
Because this ghost was only part of the mirror.
And this mirror, covered in dust for at least a hundred years and deliberately treasured by someone, had to be an incredibly special existence.
After staring at the ghost in the mirror for a moment,
finally, the ghost completely entered the mirror. It became like a shadow of Zhang Wei, reflected on the smooth surface of the mirror.
The movements were now almost perfectly synchronized.
But at that moment, Zhang Wei’s hand began to move frantically, making all sorts of hand gestures.
Yang Jian glanced at him, and realized the guy was actually mimicking one-handed seals from anime.
So fast it was a blur.
“Smart as I am, could that ghost keep up with the afterimage of my hand seals? I could make three seals in one second with one hand back in junior high. You think you can imitate me? That’s completely out of the question. Today, I’ll let you witness my true skill,” Zhang Wei thought with a sneer, while also feeling proud of his extraordinary talent.
The hard year of practice had not been in vain; it was finally coming into play today.
Seeing his incredible hand speed, Yang Jian froze, finally understanding why this guy’s grades in junior high were so poor that he had to pay for connections to get into No. 7 Middle School.
So all his studying time was spent on this.
But before he could say a word, Yang Jian saw Zhang Wei’s other hand begin to move as well.
Damn.
Both hands could make one-handed seals, and they were different.
How obsessed were you back then to have secretly practiced so much? To be able to perform such complex actions.
Lucky for you, you weren’t born in a two-dimensional world.
Otherwise, you would have been a big shot in the anime industry.
“Alright, enough, stop showing off your single-hand sealing technique and move aside,” Yang Jian said with a headache as he pulled Zhang Wei away from in front of the mirror.
At that moment, he saw the ghost in the mirror imitating Zhang Wei’s actions, its stiff fingers attempting to form seals, but its speed was leagues behind Zhang Wei’s.
“Ah? That’s enough? I had a lot of emergency plans ready, Brother Tui, don’t feel too pressured, I can handle it,” Zhang Wei said.
Yang Jian said, “It’s really enough, trust me.”
“Okay then, if it’s not enough, I don’t mind continuing to face that ghost,” Zhang Wei said.
After Yang Jian pulled Zhang Wei away, he discovered that the ghost in the mirror that looked just like Zhang Wei had stopped moving.
It just stood there silently, like a photograph burned onto the surface.
“You get out of here first. I want to see if that ghost will also disappear after following you. If the attempt fails, it means the curse is still on you. From now on, avoid looking in mirrors and even consider going out with your face covered. Otherwise, you might carelessly get pulled into a mirror by a ghost someday,” Yang Jian instructed further.
“OK, then I’m off,” Zhang Wei turned and left immediately.
Without a moment’s hesitation.
But in no time at all, Zhang Wei, who had just gone downstairs, let out a scream, “Who’s the jerk who had no decency and took a dump here?”