The Fatty shuddered, and the mirror nearly slipped from his hands.
Now that Luo Tianhe was staring hard at the mirror the Fatty had taken out, the doubts in his heart vanished. He had sensed something was wrong back when they fought the Head Fiend. With Jiang Cheng and the others' abilities, there was no way they could suppress it with just a Butcher's Knife. Yet they had not only managed it, every one of them had. From then on, Luo Tianhe had been sure they carried some kind of treasure that warded off evil and drove away fiends.
The moment he saw the mirror, Luo Tianhe immediately thought of the Mirror of the Underworld at the Luo Man Hotel. There seemed to be some inexplicable connection between the two.
It would be best if he could get his hands on this treasure. At the very least, he had to make Jiang Cheng and the others lose it. Without it to protect them, Luo Tianhe wanted to see what they could possibly use to fight him.
"It's... it's coming!"
The long-necked female ghost in the mirror let go and began walking toward the Fatty, one step at a time.
The most terrifying thing was how she moved. She approached with her back to the others, yet her face was turned toward the Fatty. Her limbs bent backward at the joints, and she moved in jerks, like a marionette. She was indescribably eerie.
As the female ghost drew nearer, they saw a deep purple ring of ligature marks around her neck. The flesh around them had already rotted. An inexplicable image wormed its way into the depths of the Fatty's mind: the female ghost must have been hanged, then left to dangle from a crooked tree, forgotten. That was why her