Bang! Bang! Bang!
Several gunshots echoed through the residential complex in quick, urgent bursts.
The sound was loud enough that even Yang Jian, inside the room, heard it.
Gunshots?
Yang Jian immediately frowned and became alert.
Why would there be gunshots in a perfectly ordinary residential complex?
"Could Zhang Wei be testing a gun? No, that doesn't sound right. The shots were too rapid. It didn't sound like target practice—it sounded more like someone was fighting back. It seemed someone had run into danger."
As he pondered this, something suddenly caught the corner of his eye.
Yang Jian abruptly saw the black cloth covering the Ghost Mirror bulge outward. The outline of a palm appeared before him.
It was as though a hand had suddenly reached out from inside the Ghost Mirror.
"What's going on?" Yang Jian's entire body tensed at once.
The Ghost Mirror had been perfectly fine for the past several days. Why had it suddenly begun to move today?
Could it be connected to the earlier gunshots?
Or had some invisible balance within the mirror been broken, and the ghost was about to emerge from it?
But before he could think further—
The hand grabbed the black cloth covering the mirror and pulled it down, revealing the Ghost Mirror before him once more.
Inside the mirror, someone identical to Zhang Wei had extended his hand out. Terror covered his face as he struggled to escape the mirror. Behind this Zhang Wei, bluish, deathly pale, rotting palms reached out from every direction within the mirror, clutching his body and legs and constantly dragging him back inside.
It seemed the ghosts in the mirror were unwilling to release Zhang Wei.
"This is different from before." Yang Jian's expression did not change.
Previously, the ghost identical to Zhang Wei had