Ghost Mirror.
Yang Jian did not even know whether this thing could be classified as a ghost, but like the human skin paper, it appeared harmless on the surface while concealing immense terror beneath.
The mirror reflected his body, yet it showed no shadow of Yang Jian.
The mirror's surface was blank.
However, all of this had been taken into consideration. The Ghost Mirror needed some time to retain a person's reflection.
And within that time, Yang Jian had to finish the remaining preparations.
First, he controlled the ghost shadow and made it enter his body, while also unwrapping the gold foil wound around the Ghost Rope.
He completed both tasks simultaneously, ensuring that he would not be unable to unwrap the Ghost Rope after being controlled by the ghost shadow and end up dying in confusion because the timing was off.
For this, Yang Jian had spent the entire previous night without sleep, constantly thinking through today's plan. He had been cautious to the extreme, refusing to let a single detail go wrong. He had even specifically borrowed a black suit from Zhang Xiangui because he feared that something on his body might reflect light. Even his phone camera had been adjusted to prevent its lens from facing the mirror.
At this moment.
The only person who knew what was happening here was Wang Xiaoming in the safe house.
At this moment, the screen of the phone in his hand showed that after Yang Jian pulled away the black cloth covering the Ghost Mirror, he stood in the middle of the room unwrapping the gold foil wound around the rope at his neck, while behind him, a tall headless black shadow slowly rose.
That black shadow stood eerily behind Yang Jian, completely motionless.
"The headless black shadow is the