What He Saw Before Death (Third Update, Please Vote)

The middle-aged man was sweating buckets. He slammed his left hand down, and the red threads arranged around them lit up, radiating an aura that warded off Yin energy and evil as they tightened around Meng Qi's pale, ghastly hand. Clusters of silver needles etched with tiny symbols shot out like rain falling into mud.

At the same time, his right hand went boneless and slippery, impossible to grip, as he strained to pull it back!

The pale skin twitched slightly. The red threads snapped, and the silver needles flew backward. The middle-aged man felt as if the other party's hand were a huge, icy iron pincer clamped tightly around his own, leaving him unable to break free!

With no time to worry about anything else, he flipped his left hand, revealing a mottled bronze mirror with what seemed to be a hidden sun within. It gave off scorching light, while the ancient wooden stakes glowed with a faint blue-green radiance, blocking the Yin energy as they descended over them.

The concentrated beam shone on Meng Qi's hand, hissing and sizzling as it burned. Yet the hand remained pale and ghastly, without a trace of charring or melting.

The middle-aged man's heart pounded faster. He knew he had run into an exceedingly terrifying corpse. His left hand clenched into a fist, letting the bronze mirror fall, and he pointed with a finger. The tip of his forefinger turned a mixture of blue-green and red, as if cast from colored glass!

Clang!

The finger jabbed Meng Qi's pulse point with some indescribable force, but it felt as if he'd struck metal—metal of extraordinary hardness!

The middle-aged man's eyes bulged. He cried out repeatedly, "Brother, spare me! Every grievance has its debtor. I was just passing by, tripped, and accidentally stuck my