"Then where did the real Zhang Wei go?!"
He Yin'er suppressed her fear and asked the most devastating question.
"And if the Wish-Granting Ghost can make copies in real time and bring out old backups, why doesn't it make countless copies of you?"
"If it did, we'd have drowned long ago!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain completely rational.
"Don't forget, the Ghost Mirror has a world inside it."
"Right at the beginning, when the Ghost Mist engulfed us."
"The real Zhang Wei might already have been forcibly dragged into the Ghost Mirror and imprisoned!"
"As for making multiple copies..." Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. "I don't think it can copy without limits."
"There are two Zhang Weis because one is an old creation left behind when Zhang Wei looked into the Ghost Mirror back in Dachang City."
"The other is a real-time copy created when the Wish-Granting Ghost touched him while hiding in the mist just now."
"One from the past, one from the present. That's why there are only two."
The theory made sense, but it was enough to drive them to despair.
The next second, before Yang Jian could say anything else.
Without warning, the air around them became scorching hot and humid!
A yellow-green light, even more overbearing than Yang Jian's five-layer ghost domain, erupted!
Within this yellow-green ghost domain, sickly green ghost fire and pitch-black, icy dead blood water came crushing toward them with unstoppable force.
Almost instantly, it forcibly suppressed Yang Jian's five-layer ghost domain!
The red light faded, and the Ghost Mist flooded back in.
Everyone plunged once more into terrifying darkness so deep they couldn't see their hands before their faces!
"This is bad!"
Yang Jian's heart sank. An unprecedented sense of danger made every hair on his