Sure enough, its makeup was even more exquisite, the details more clearly defined. Even its features looked brighter, especially its eyes—when the milky white faded and black swirled within them, they carried a strange semblance of life.
With the same foundation as the Ghost Bride, its sharply defined features possessed a refined, generous beauty. Especially beneath layers of rouge, its entire face appeared incomparably bewitching.
Among all the women Ji Li had seen, perhaps only Luo Xian and Mei Sheng could rival such extreme beauty, yet they still fell short.
Because throughout their long, chaotic entanglement, the Ghost Bride—and the Time Ghost behind her—carried far more weight for Ji Li. Much more.
It had opened its eyes more than once, yet it had never come this close.
And as it opened its eyes for the last time, Ji Li knew exactly what it intended to do. At such a critical moment, dragging him into Mirror No. 1 meant exposing all its cards.
So this time, it would use the most direct, simplest, and most effective method.
Ji Li stared fixedly at the Time Ghost before him. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed the other reflections as he swiftly backed away, his disabled Right Foot touching down in the Bloody Water.
Where was that missing piece of glass? Beneath his feet...?
Ripples spread through the Bloody Water beneath the living man's footsteps, stirring ring after ring of water lilies. They appeared because of Ji Li, then spread outward with him at their center.
But Ji Li had never forgotten that this Bloody Water came from the Time Ghost's wedding dress.
The wedding dress was fading. That ever-present scarlet was dissolving layer by layer, just like the Time Ghost's own predicament.
The Time Ghost closest to Mirror No. 1