"Is she really going to be okay like this?"
Back at their lodging, Luo Suyī, Huang Fei, and Lin Luomei watched Tong Qian, who had already come back to life, stuffing herself with food.
Milk, beer, grilled meat, biscuits—she kept shoveling them into her mouth as if she had been starving for days.
What made their hearts pound, however, was that Tong Qian now had three faces growing from her head. Every one of them seemed alive; they could open their eyes and see them, and could even speak. It was as though triplets were sharing one body.
But that alone was not especially frightening.
What was truly unsettling was that Tong Qian's other two faces were not human faces at all, but ghost faces.
One seemed to be crying, while the other seemed to be smiling.
Just a single sentence from them made people feel as if they were being controlled, unable to stop themselves from crying or laughing. Without realizing it, their emotions could be influenced by the evil ghosts.
And once someone laughed or cried, they would trigger the killing rules of those two ghost faces.
It was a bizarre, certain death.
No one had tested whether it could be resisted, and naturally Luo Suyī and Huang Fei did not dare try.
"Her appearance might not be very pleasant, but she looks quite lively. There shouldn't be any problem. At the very least, we can be certain she's alive again."
Yang Jian had been observing Tong Qian the whole time and could confirm that she was in excellent condition.
At least, she was far better off than he had been when he was revived.
After he had come back to life, his body had nearly begun to rot and even developed livor mortis. If the Ghost Mirror