The time from hanging to death has been quite long, close to four hours, and Yang Jian’s body has already started to show signs of livor mortis.

I don’t know if it’s because of the ghost rope used for hanging, but there are more livor mortis on his body than a normal person who has died.

Covering his whole body.

However, more eerie and terrifying than this is what is happening right now.

Yang Jian’s body is facing a human-sized ghost mirror, firmly attached to it, and through a corner of the mirror, you can see that many terrifying hands have suddenly appeared in the mirror, some hands are highly decayed, some seem to have been soaked in water for several days, swollen and black, dripping with foul-smelling corpse water, some hands are pale and stiff, some hands are completely charred…

These hands vary in size, some as small as a baby, some as large as a demon, with jet-black nails.

Every hand is impatiently slapping and hitting the mirror, as if trying to reach out from inside and pull Yang Jian’s body, which is stuck to the mirror, into it.

According to the rules of the ghost mirror, as long as you leave your image in the mirror, you can be resurrected in the mirror after death.

However, Yang Jian’s situation is different, he is dead, but his body is controlled by the ghost shadow, unable to resurrect smoothly in the mirror.

Not being able to resurrect in the ghost mirror means that the ghosts inside the mirror cannot escape.

From the previous situation, it can be seen that behind these ghost hands in the mirror actually represent terrifying and mysterious evil spirits.

And the number is quite astonishing.

The ghost mirror is mysterious and eerie, with countless pairs of evil ghost hands slapping and hitting the mirror, but unable to cause the slightest damage to the mirror, as if they were just reflections, even if they were fierce, they could not affect any real objects.

However, in the middle of the ghost mirror, there is a person who looks exactly like Yang Jian, also with closed eyes, standing there as if dead.

The body of Yang Jian outside the mirror and the person inside the mirror seem to be merging, but they are separated by a thin sheet of glass.

The figure in the mirror seems to be the reflection of Yang Jian’s body.

But it’s not at all.

The Yang Jian in the mirror is actually transformed from a fierce ghost, and it needs to put Yang Jian into the ghost mirror so that it can escape and leave the mirror.

However, neither the countless pairs of ghost hands in the mirror nor the ghost in the form of Yang Jian inside the mirror can bring Yang Jian’s body into the ghost mirror.

Because of the existence of the ghost shadow.

I don’t know when it started, but the black liquid dripping from Yang Jian’s body has covered the entire room.

These are part of the headless ghost shadow’s body.

At this moment, these black shadows are wriggling on the ground, struggling and crawling like a human figure.

Soon.

The black shadow gradually began to stand up, covering the stand of the ghost mirror, and then began to envelop the mirror.

The ghost shadow taking away Yang Jian’s body is not enough, it also greedily wants to take away the ghosts inside the ghost mirror.

It seems that compared to Yang Jian’s body, the fierce ghosts inside the mirror are more in line with the requirements of the ghost shadow.

But after covering the ghost mirror, the ghost shadow cannot enter the mirror.

The mirror isolates everything.

The fierce ghosts inside cannot come out, and the ghost shadow cannot go out.

However, Yang Jian is an exception.

At this moment, his body has become the only medium linking the ghost mirror and the outside world.

The ghost shadow is fighting for control, and the ghosts inside the mirror are also fighting for control.

Time passes bit by bit.

Yang Jian’s body is still lifeless in front of the ghost mirror, showing no signs of resurrection.

This means that the ghost shadow still has the upper hand, it has not been defeated by the ghost mirror in front of it.

But a brief advantage does not mean long-term victory.

The ghost shadow has already revived, although it is terrifying, terrifying enough to wantonly take the bodies of other fierce ghosts and piece together its own body, but now it has not grown up smoothly like the ghosts outside.

Although there are many ghosts in the ghost mirror, it cannot enter, unable to play to its advantage.

So now the ghost shadow can only control Yang Jian’s body.

Soon.

The body of Yang Jian, hanging in mid-air, began to change again.

The calm mirror surface, like a lake, actually rippled, and his body began to slowly sink into the mirror, as if it was being swallowed up.

But the countless terrifying hands inside seemed to be eager to grab his clothes and pull Yang Jian’s body closer to this terrifying mirror world, and the figure of Yang Jian inside the mirror also began to move, his feet walking, as if trying to escape from the ghost mirror.

The black shadow covering the ghost mirror began to slowly recede.

At this moment, the black ghost shadow quickly merged into Yang Jian’s body, which was gradually sinking into the ghost mirror, and was being pulled back out in a strange way.

Oh my god!

The ghost mirror and the ghost shadow are actually using Yang Jian’s body as a medium to engage in a tug-of-war.

It’s a pity that no one saw this terrifying scene.

Because the phone had run out of battery and shut down automatically, unable to capture it.

The villa was empty, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, with occasional passing figures, but they were definitely not residents of this neighborhood, but ghosts from some unknown stage, wandering aimlessly.

So it was even more unlikely that someone would accidentally enter this room and see such a scene.

While the ghosts continued to struggle.

In the safe house.

Wang Xiaoming tightly held the almost dead phone in his hand, feeling extremely unwilling.

He was unwilling to accept whether Yang Jian had succeeded or failed.Rather than reconciling himself to not witnessing the outcome of this terrifying ritual, for a great professor who studied malevolent spirits, it was an excruciating matter.

Yet, Yang Jian’s actions had carved out a brand-new method for Wang Xiaoming to control these malevolent spirits.

It was a method with a very low success rate, but once successful, it could potentially give rise to an existence even more fearsome than a ghost controller.

However, Yang Jian’s method was fraught with too much instability. No one could imagine what the result of the collision between multiple spirits would be.

“His actions are bizarre, but the effect he aims to achieve seems to coincide with my second phase of ghost coffin research,” Wang Xiaoming mused, his gaze flickering with a newfound admiration for Yang Jian.

To think there was someone so clever in the world.

No one paid mind to the shift in Wang Xiaoming’s thoughts.

The others in the safe house were preoccupied with their heavy concerns.

Jiang Yan curled up in a corner, her mind consumed with thoughts of Yang Jian’s situation.

“Big sis, don’t worry. With Brother Yang’s moves, he’s definitely going to be fine,” Zhang Wei consoled.

Jiang Yan turned to glance at him, only to see a conspicuous bulge at his crotch. Observing his earnest concern, she slapped him across the face, “Pervert! I belong to Yang Jian, stay away from me.”

Zhang Wei, clutching his stinging cheek, looked bewildered.

“Dad, did I say something wrong?”

Zhang Xiangu, seeing the rise and fall at Zhang Wei’s crotch, slapped him again in fury, “You worthless thing.”

This damned kid, lusting after Jiang Yan at a time like this? Jiang Yan, who had lived with Yang Jian for months—if there was nothing between them, he’d never believe it.

“What’s wrong with me?” Zhang Wei felt like crying, covering both sides of his face, especially stung by his father’s slap.

Suddenly feeling something, Zhang Wei reached down to his crotch.

A golden box was pulled out.

“Did this box open by itself just now?” Zhang Wei was uncertain, as if the lid had been forced open a moment ago, as if something was trying to emerge.

Yet now, it was still again.

But as he examined it, he found the lock on the box had been broken, and the gold foil wrapped around it torn.

A corner revealed a small piece of dark brown paper.

It was a corner of human skin parchment.

Zhang Wei hurriedly stuffed the item back in and closed the box.

The human skin parchment once again lay silent within.

But at that moment, in the darkness of the box, a line of writing appeared on the parchment: He is about to succeed, but why didn’t he take me with him? I’ve missed a great opportunity… I can only wait for the next time.

The writing quickly vanished into the darkness.

The golden box no longer stirred with any strange movements.