Anomaly of the Corpse

A resident of a high-rise building in Guangjiang Residential Area.

This is Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan's new home. Before this despair arrived, the family of three huddled together for warmth, comfort, and hope.

However, at this time...

Sitting on the sofa, pale-faced Wang Shanshan suddenly closed her eyes and collapsed weakly to the ground.

"Daughter, what's wrong?" Wang Haiyan was startled and quickly helped Wang Shanshan up from the ground.

But Wang Haiyan was startled when she touched Wang Shanshan's body.

Her body, which was already below normal body temperature, was now ice-cold, and she could no longer feel any warmth at all. She quickly touched her daughter's chest again.

Ah~!

Unable to suppress a scream, Wang Haiyan abruptly withdrew her hand.

The daughter's heart stopped beating; she was dead.

"Honey, come quick! Something's happened to our daughter!" Wang Haiyan called out to Wang Bin.

"Don't shout so loudly, do you want to attract that thing?" Wang Bin was so frightened that he hurriedly ran out of the kitchen, almost covering his wife's mouth.

Although they didn't enter the safe house, they knew how those ghostly things outside killed people.

However, Wang Bin was dumbfounded when he learned what had just happened.

His daughter died?

"Yang Jian, yes, ask Yang Jian." Wang Bin subconsciously thought of Yang Jian.

He must have known about his daughter's situation.

But just as Wang Bin was about to make the call, he froze, because he suddenly remembered something his daughter had said before: if Yang Jian died, he would die too.

Is Yang Jian already dead?

Yang Jian was not only dead, but his body was cold. His face was peaceful, his limbs hung limply at his sides, and his shoes had fallen off. He was suspended in mid-air by an old straw rope, motionless.

The body has been in this position for a long time.

If nothing unexpected happens, his body will hang there rotting, infested with maggots, until finally only a skeleton remains.

It happened about four hours after he hanged himself.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock!"

The black, ink-like droplets dripping from his feet gradually increased in number and frequency. The camera occasionally caught glimpses of them, but only briefly, making it impossible to discern what they were.

"Just now, water was dripping from his feet? Could it be that his internal organs have started to decompose, and bodily fluids are appearing?"

Wang Xiaoming, who noticed this detail, was still puzzled.

Logically, it shouldn't rot this quickly.

However, Wang Xiaoming then witnessed some supernatural events occurring around Yang Jian's corpse.

His body is swaying!

They began to sway slowly, one in front and one behind.

As the heavy corpse swayed, the ceiling above the room creaked and groaned.

If anyone else saw this, they would probably be terrified.

The corpse, which had been dead for several hours, was swaying in mid-air.

"In this situation... could Yang Jian come back to life? No, that's not right. It's not Yang Jian's body moving on its own; it's the rope that's moving." Wang Xiaoming's eyes narrowed as he began to realize why Yang Jian had chosen this peculiar method to commit suicide.

He must have grasped some kind of pattern of vengeful ghosts and wants to exploit it.

Wang Xiaoming was unsure what the final outcome would be.

"He hasn't lost. Yang Jian hasn't lost yet." A glimmer of hope welled up in his heart once more.

In the video, Yang Jian's corpse hangs in mid-air, swaying slightly. At first, the swaying is very small, but later the amplitude of the swaying gradually increases.

Moreover, more and more black liquid was dripping from Yang Jian's corpse.

The black liquid dripped onto the ground, but instead of turning into a stagnant puddle, it wriggled on the ground like a living thing, and then gradually spread outwards from where it fell.

Darkness began to cover the ground.

"Damn it, my phone's almost out of battery." Wang Xiaoming stared intently at the changes, realizing that his phone's battery was nearly depleted.

He wanted to charge his phone, but he didn't, because if his phone ran out of battery, Yang Jian's phone would also shut down, and once that phone shut down, the video call would end.

"It should last for about twenty more minutes," he estimated in his mind.

But when it comes to a critical moment, you don't know if twenty minutes of battery life will be enough.

In a dimly lit room.

Yang Jian's corpse continued to sway in mid-air beneath the chandelier, as if an unseen, eerie wind was blowing through it.

However, the room's doors and windows were tightly closed, so there was no way for a breeze to blow.

At this moment, the extent to which Yang Jian's corpse swayed in mid-air seemed to have reached a limit.

During this shaking, the corpse's foot touched the ghost mirror in front of it.

One touch.

The corpse's feet were now stuck to the mirror, unable to come off.

The swaying stopped because it was being attracted.

At this moment, Yang Jian's corpse was hanging diagonally in mid-air in a way that defied common sense.

The straw rope around his neck was taut, gripping his neck tightly, seemingly preventing the corpse from being sucked into the ghost mirror.

At the same time, Yang Jian, whose face had been serene, suddenly began to tremble, and black liquid was gushing from the corpse.

"Is that so?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Wang Xiaoming realized something and stood up in shock, startling everyone else in the safe house who stared at him curiously.

Ignoring the stares of others, Wang Xiaoming was utterly shocked. Although he wasn't certain, he began to understand Yang Jian's true purpose.

If I'm not mistaken, Yang Jian wanted to use the characteristics of the ghosts to artificially create conflict and tension, causing them to collide.

"But that's impossible. There's still one condition missing. Even if he could perfectly create conflict between ghosts, he would still die."

At this point, Wang Xiaoming suddenly paused, then stared intently at Zhang Wei.

What if the dead could be brought back to life?

At that very moment.

The ghost rope around Yang Jian's neck was now gradually being soaked by the black liquid, turning it a deep black.

That substance wasn't actually a liquid, but rather part of the ghostly figure, only it was so thick it was frightening, looking just like ink.

"Snap!"

It was accompanied by a slight sound.

The rope that had hanged Yang Jian suddenly lost its power after being covered by the dark shadow, and it hung down from mid-air.

After stimulating the ghostly figure to revive, the ghost rope finally gave way.

It was unable to suppress the ghostly figure with a physical body, especially in its resurrected state.

Not only that, it was also controlled by the headless ghost.

But Ghost Rope's mission is already complete.

Just as the ghost rope descended from above.

Yang Jian's corpse suddenly stood upright in mid-air, and finally crashed into the ghost mirror in front of him with a bang.

No, it didn't crash into it; it was sucked in by the ghost mirror.

Now is the crucial moment; we must create a logical vicious cycle between the ghostly figure and the ghostly mirror.

Make both ghosts crash.

If successful.

Yang Jian will be resurrected from the dead.

But at this moment, the phone's battery ran out and it shut down automatically.

Wang Xiaoming only saw Yang Jian's corpse being sucked to the mirror before the connection was lost.