259: The Dead Yang Jian
Ghost Mirror.
Yang Jian didn’t even know if this thing could be defined as a ghost, but it was, like the human skin parchment, seemingly harmless on the surface yet concealing a massive terror in the dark.
The mirror reflected his body but did not show Yang Jian’s shadow.
The surface of the mirror was blank.
However, all this had been taken into account; the Ghost Mirror needed a bit of time to capture a person’s shadow.
During this time, Yang Jian had to complete the remaining tasks.
He first controlled the Ghost Shadow to enter his body, while simultaneously unraveling the gold foil wrapped around the Ghost Rope.
Both tasks were completed at the same time to ensure he wasn’t controlled by the Ghost Shadow after which, unable to untie the Ghost Rope, he’d die a haphazard and confused death.
For this moment, Yang Jian hadn’t slept last night, pondering over today’s actions, so he was extremely cautious, ensuring no detail went awry, even going so far as to borrow a black suit from Zhang Xiangu to prevent any reflections and repositioning his phone camera to avoid contact between the lens and the mirror.
This moment.
The only person aware of what was happening here was Wang Xiaoming in the safe house.
Right now, the phone screen in his hand showed that after Yang Jian unveiled the black cloth covering the Ghost Mirror, he stood in the center of the room, unraveling the gold foil on the rope around his neck, with a tall Headless Ghost Shadow slowly standing up behind him.
The shadow stood eerily still behind Yang Jian, motionless.
“The Headless Ghost Shadow is a ghost controlled by Yang Jian, is it his control or has it already lost control now? Does Yang Jian want to untie that rope now? This is simply suicide, that rope is definitely a ghost—once its restraints are undone, it will kill Yang Jian first; in his current state, he’s unable to resist the ghost’s attack.”
“He’s now either going to die to the ghost’s resurrection or from that rope of grass.”
Wang Xiaoming’s gaze was uncertain, as his research had made it clear that Yang Jian had now entered a situation of certain death, soon to meet the conditions for an inevitable demise.
He couldn’t understand what Yang Jian could possibly rely on to turn this situation around.
The less than twenty percent chance of survival mentioned by Yang Jian was nonexistent—looking at the situation, the chance of survival was literally zero.
Unless Jesus descends, Buddha incarnates, Bodhisattva manifests… of course, all these are impossible.
“Now… the only thing that can reverse this deadly situation is that mirror itself, he chose to hang himself in front of the mirror for a reason, but he didn’t want to show me the mirror completely, no, wrong, if he really wanted to do that, he could have just switched to an angle where it couldn’t be captured, there was no need to let me know of the mirror’s existence.” Wang Xiaoming furrowed his brows deeply.
“The only possibility is that he’s apprehensive, he dares not point the camera at the mirror.”
Watching every detail in the video closely, not missing any unsettling elements—rope, Headless Ghost Shadow, mirror… the person hanging in front of the mirror.
These pieces of information seemed unrelated, but Wang Xiaoming vaguely felt they were forming a strict line.
Only, this line, lacking the right supporting information, was incomprehensible.
“I’m looking forward to you more and more, Yang Jian.” Wang Xiaoming felt an unprecedented sense of anticipation in his heart.
Yang Jian didn’t stop his movements.
The Headless Ghost Shadow behind him was still barely controllable, but he had already started to feel the restlessness of the ghost’s resurrection within his body.
It seemed the ghost was eager to resurrect at any moment.
“It doesn’t matter.” Yang Jian didn’t care about this restlessness; he felt that before the ghost inside him resurrected, he would definitely have finished the task at hand.
Afterward, he would leave it to fate.
“Here it comes~!”
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Suddenly.
Just at this moment, a new scene appeared abruptly inside the bright Ghost Mirror in front of Yang Jian.
A vague figure was slowly walking towards him from the depths of the mirror.
The terror of the Ghost Mirror began to unveil itself.
Initially, the figure in the mirror was as small as a thumb, positioned in the middle of the mirror, but as it continued to walk forward, the figure grew larger and clearer.
At first, Yang Jian could only make out a blurry black outline in the mirror, but by the time the person reached halfway, he was able to discern the features and stature.
As the figure in the mirror covered about two-thirds of the surface, even the style of the clothes became distinctly visible.
This was a person dressed in a black suit, with dark skin and a rigid body, whose facial features were identical to Yang Jian’s.
The person in the mirror walked towards Yang Jian as if they would step out of it at any moment.
Yang Jian’s face was solemn. He knew the figure in the mirror was actually a ghost, and if he looked at the mirror for too long, he would be replaced by the ghost inside it. He would enter the Ghost Mirror, while the ghost would escape to this world.
“Start.”
No more hesitation.
At that moment, the Headless Ghost Shadow behind him slowly merged into his body like a dense fog.
Cold, numb, stiff.
As the Headless Ghost Shadow invaded, Yang Jian felt an enormous area of his back go completely numb.
It was as if… he was already dead.
As the invasion of the Headless Ghost Shadow continued, Yang Jian felt his blood stop flowing, his limbs lose vitality, and eventually, even his heartbeat disappeared.