Three days had passed since Yang Jian hanged himself in the room.
For those three days, his corpse had remained in that same position, hanging before the ghost mirror, pressed against its surface.
Countless terrifying hands inside wanted to drag him down into the mirror, but they all failed.
The ghost hands could not emerge from the mirror, and Yang Jian's corpse could not be pulled inside.
The stalemate seemed to have lasted a little too long.
Yet the eerie changes continued. The black liquid that had dripped from Yang Jian's corpse had originally blanketed the entire room, intending to devour this supernatural mirror, but now—
The black liquid was steadily diminishing.
Those things were entering Yang Jian's corpse, seemingly beginning to retreat.
The reviving ghost shadow had reached the limits of its terror. Its strength now seemed exhausted, while the ghost mirror remained smooth and bright, still clearly visible in the darkness. It was like an entrance leading deep into hell, where countless terrifying evil ghosts were kept, radiating its own eerie horror.
On the fourth day, the ghost shadow in the room had completely retreated into the cold corpse.
But Yang Jian had yet to revive.
On the fifth day, Yang Jian's corpse began to stir.
His corpse gradually sank into the ghost mirror.
Only, the process was very, very slow.
The ghost shadow was still controlling this body, unwilling to let Yang Jian revive within the ghost mirror.
Once Yang Jian revived, it would mean the ghost shadow had failed.
It was not human. It did not possess a human's instinct to avoid danger and seek fortune, and did not know it should retreat under such circumstances and choose another body in Dachang City.
It was merely a ghost—the Headless Ghost Shadow.
It existed within this city