The Dead Yang Jian

Ghost mirror.

Yang Jian wasn't even sure if he could define this thing as a ghost, but it was like the human skin paper—something that appeared harmless on the surface but actually harbored immense terror in the shadows.

The mirror reflected his body but did not show Yang Jian's image.

The mirror surface is blank.

However, all of this is still under consideration; it will take some time for the ghost mirror to leave a person's shadow.

Yang Jian had to finish the remaining tasks within that timeframe.

He first controlled the ghostly figure to enter his body, while simultaneously untying the gold foil wrapped around the ghost rope.

If you complete both tasks simultaneously, ensuring you won't be controlled by the ghost and then unable to untie the ghost rope, resulting in uneven progress and a confused death, then you'll be in trouble.

Yang Jian stayed up all night thinking about today's operation, so he was extremely cautious, not allowing any detail to go wrong. He even borrowed a black suit from Zhang Xiangui to wear, just in case there was anything reflective on his body. He also adjusted the position of his phone camera to avoid the lens touching the mirror.

Now.

Only Wang Xiaoming was inside the safe house, knew what was happening here.

At this moment, the phone screen in his hand showed that after Yang Jian removed the black cloth covering the ghost mirror, he stood in the middle of the room untying the gold foil wrapped around the rope around his neck, while a tall, headless black figure slowly stood up behind him.

The dark figure stood eerily behind Yang Jian, motionless.

"Is the headless shadow a ghost controlled by Yang Jian? Is he in control, or has it already lost control? Is Yang Jian trying to untie that rope? That's tantamount to suicide. That rope is definitely a ghost; once it's untied, it will kill Yang Jian first."

"In its current state, it is unable to withstand the attack of the vengeful ghost."

"He will either die from the resurrection of a vengeful ghost or from that straw rope."

Wang Xiaoming's gaze shifted uncertainly. Based on his research, he could clearly see that Yang Jian was now entering a dead end and would soon meet two conditions that would inevitably lead to his death.

He couldn't understand how Yang Jian could turn this seemingly hopeless situation around.

The less than 20% chance of survival that Yang Jian mentioned earlier simply doesn't exist; in this situation, the chance of survival is practically zero.

To survive would require the incarnation of Jesus, the descent of Buddha, or the miraculous intervention of a Bodhisattva—all of which are impossible.

"Now, the only thing that can reverse this inevitable death is that mirror. There's a reason he chose to hang himself in front of the mirror, but he didn't want to show me the mirror completely. No, that's not right. If he really wanted to do that, he could have chosen a different angle that wouldn't be visible. There was no need for me to know about the mirror." Wang Xiaoming frowned deeply.

"The only possibility is that he's superstitious; he's afraid to point the camera at a mirror."

I watched the video closely, scrutinizing every detail, not missing a single eerie element: the rope, the headless ghost, the mirror, and the person hanging in front of the mirror.

These pieces of information seem unrelated, but Wang Xiaoming vaguely feels that they are forming a tight thread.

However, this line lacks supporting information, making it completely incomprehensible.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you more and more now, Yang Jian." Wang Xiaoming felt an unprecedented sense of anticipation.

Yang Jian did not stop moving.

He could still barely control the headless ghostly figure behind him, but he could now feel the restlessness of the vengeful spirit resurfacing within his body.

I wonder which ghost is so eager to revive.

"It doesn't matter." Yang Jian ignored the restlessness, confident that he would finish what he was doing before the ghost inside him revived.

After that, I left it to fate.

"They're here!"

Suddenly.

At that very moment, a new image suddenly appeared in the bright ghost mirror in front of Yang Jian.

A blurry figure slowly emerged from the depths of the mirror.

The horror of the ghost mirror begins to unfold.

The figure in the mirror was initially very small, only the size of a thumb, appearing in the center of the mirror. But as the person walked forward, the figure grew larger and clearer.

At first, Yang Jian only saw a blurry black outline in the mirror, but when the person was halfway there, he could see their facial features and height.

Further ahead, when the person in the mirror covered about two-thirds of the area, even the style of their clothes was clearly visible.

This is a person wearing a black suit, with dark skin, a stiff posture, and facial features exactly like Yang Jian.

The person in the mirror walked towards Yang Jian, as if they would step out of the mirror in a moment.

Yang Jian's expression was solemn. He knew that the figure in the mirror was actually a ghost. If he looked in the mirror for too long, he would be replaced by the ghost in the mirror and enter the ghost mirror, while the ghost would be able to escape from the mirror and come into this world.

"Start."

No more hesitation.

At that moment, the headless ghost behind him seemed to slowly disappear into his body like a thick fog.

Cold, numb, stiff.

As the headless ghost invaded, Yang Jian felt that a large area of his back had completely lost sensation.

It's as if he's already dead.

As the headless ghost infiltrated, Yang Jian felt his blood stop flowing, his legs lose their vitality, and finally even his heartbeat stopped.

Except for the head, the rest of his body was dead; he had become a corpse.

When his arm lost control and dangled from mid-air.

He tore off the last piece of gold foil wrapped around the ghost rope.

Now.

The ghost rope has begun to revive.

In an instant, Yang Jian felt the rough noose around his neck tighten suddenly, as if an invisible hand was desperately squeezing the rope, as if his entire neck was about to be broken. At the same time, his body was invaded by a headless ghost, his blood stopped flowing, his heart stopped beating, and a strong sense of suffocation surged into his mind.

I felt dizzy and my vision almost went black.

"Giggle, giggle~!"

Although Yang Jian had prepared himself to hang himself, when the moment actually came, his survival instinct spurred him to struggle and try to escape.

But the body no longer belonged to him; it belonged to the headless ghost.

He could only groan in pain, his body hanging like a corpse, his limbs limp and dangling weakly in the air.

At the same time, the Ghost Mirror had completely filled the front mirror, and its shape, appearance, and clothing had become exactly the same as Yang Jian's.

As Yang Jian was hoisted up, the person in the mirror also slowly rose, neck raised, arms and legs hanging down.

It's imitating the way Yang Jian hanged himself.

Yang Jian was still alive at this moment, but his face showed an expression of extreme pain. He was finally experiencing the feeling of being hanged and suffocated to death.

Consciousness has become confused.

My vision is becoming increasingly blurry.

At this moment, even thinking becomes difficult for my brain.

He was about to die

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes

The painful time felt incredibly slow, but as time slowly passed, Yang Jian felt less pain, and his consciousness was rapidly fading.

About four minutes later, Yang Jian closed his eyes and became still. His shoes fell to the ground with a thud.

However, according to scientific calculations, he should only be unconscious due to lack of oxygen to the brain, and not actually dead.

But the hanging by the ghost rope continued.

At that point, no one would be willing to let him down, so his death was inevitable.

"Dead?"

Wang Xiaoming, watching this scene on his phone, was filled with astonishment and uncertainty.

He thought the situation would change, that something might happen along the way.

However, no.

Yang Jian died by hanging, just as was the expected outcome.

Through his phone, Wang Xiaoming could confirm with absolute certainty that Yang Jian had lost all vital signs; his heart had stopped beating, his fingers were no longer moving, and various parts of his body had begun to harden.

The signs of death came rather quickly.

But this doesn't affect anything.

"Why did he have to die like this? Is there some change I don't know about, or has Yang Jian already failed?" Wang Xiaoming stared intently at the screen.

Ten minutes had passed since the hanging.

Yang Jian remained silent.

Twenty minutes passed, and still nothing happened.

An hour passed.

It is now completely confirmed that Yang Jian is dead, utterly and completely dead. He might have been saved if he had been hanging for ten minutes, but after being hanging for so long, Yang Jian is now a dead man.

Wang Xiaoming stared at his phone screen for over an hour, and by now he couldn't help but believe that the so-called changes would never happen again, that Yang Jian was truly dead, and that he had failed.

After all, he had previously said there was less than a 20% chance of survival.

In other words, the possibility of death is very high.

Did you lose the bet?

Wang Xiaoming rubbed his sore eyes and sighed helplessly.

But he didn't put down his phone; he kept looking at it.

He wouldn't put down his phone until the battery on Yang Jian's body was completely drained.

You can only draw a conclusion by watching to the end.

So many days have passed, a few more hours won't make a difference.

However, an hour and a half passed, and Yang Jian in the video still did not move. His hands and feet were still hanging limply at his sides, and his face was peaceful as he hung in mid-air.

Two hours passed, and it remained the same.

The body was completely still, and the entire room seemed frozen in time; anyone who didn't know better would think they were staring at a phone screensaver.

But in a place where Wang Xiaoming's phone can't see.

Inside the ghost mirror.

The person in the mirror seemed to be hanging in mid-air as if he were being hanged, with his hands and feet dangling down and his face serene.

His appearance and movements had already overlapped with Yang Jian's.

According to the rules of the Ghost Mirror, Yang Jian, who died at this time, should be resurrected in the Ghost Mirror, just like Zhang Wei did back then, appearing in the mirror after death.

But no.

The figure in the mirror remained motionless, and the corpse outside the Yang Jian also remained motionless.

The ghostly figure controlling Yang Jian's body remained motionless, and even the revived ghost rope was silent.

However, this tranquility is merely a superficial phenomenon.

In reality, in the unseen darkness, the battle between ghosts has already begun.

For the ghost to take over Yang Jian's body, it must first overcome the ghost rope.

The ghost rope suspended Yang Jian's corpse, and the ghostly figure was completely out of control; this potential contest had begun.

Therefore, the revived ghost rope seemed to have lost its power. Even when it was released, there was only one rope. Normally, the ghost rope would have hung densely all over the sky.

Although it may seem like nothing has changed, changes have actually occurred.

The ghost rope was suppressed.

Among Yang Jian's corpses, the ghostly figure had gained the upper hand.

However, the headless ghost's power alone is insufficient to suppress the resurrected ghost rope.

At this moment, black shadows began to appear inexplicably on Yang Jian's corpse, and they grew increasingly dense, as if they were about to turn into complete darkness.

The headless ghost began to revive.

"Tick-tock!"

However, three hours after Yang Jian hanged himself, a drop of something pitch black, like thick ink, dripped from his toes.

The video didn't capture this because the angle wasn't right, and it couldn't capture all aspects.

This drop of thick ink seemed to be part of the headless ghost's body, forcibly separated by some force.

The Ghost Mirror has joined.

Yang Jian was already dead at this point, but given the current situation, he should be beginning to revive.

However, the presence of the ghostly figure prevented all of this from happening. In order for this pattern to function normally, it became the priority to expel the ghostly figure from Yang Jian's corpse.

Was the body moved a little bit just now?

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Yang Jian's corpse, hanging in mid-air, was slightly out of position from where it had been before.

The deviation wasn't obvious, but he vaguely sensed it, after all, he had been staring at it for so long.