Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 262: Eerie Resurrection

It has been three days since Yang Jian was found hanging in the room.

During these three days, his body remained in the same position, suspended in front of the ghost mirror and stuck to the mirror.

Countless terrifying hands inside the mirror tried to pull him into the mirror, but they all failed.

The ghostly hands couldn't come out of the mirror, and Yang Jian's body still couldn't be pulled in.

The stalemate seemed to last a bit too long.

But the eerie changes continued. The black liquid that had dripped from Yang Jian's body originally covered the entire room, as if to devour the supernatural mirror. But now...

The black liquid was decreasing.

These things that had entered Yang Jian's body seemed to be receding.

The reviving ghost shadow had reached its terrifying limit. At this moment, it seemed to have exhausted its power, but the ghost mirror remained smooth and bright, still clearly visible in the dark environment, like a gateway to hell, nurturing countless terrifying evil spirits and exuding its own eerie and frightening aura.

But Yang Jian had not yet revived.

On the fifth day, Yang Jian's body began to show signs of movement.

His body gradually sank into the ghost mirror.

But the progress of this sinking was slow, very slow.

The ghost shadow was still controlling this body, not wanting Yang Jian to revive in the ghost mirror.

Once Yang Jian revived, it meant that the ghost shadow had failed.

It was not human, and did not have the human instinct to avoid danger. It did not know that it should retreat in this situation and select another body in this city.

It was just a ghost, a headless ghost shadow.

According to a specific and terrifying method, it existed within this city.

On the sixth day, half of Yang Jian's body had already sunk into the ghost mirror.

Countless terrifying hands inside the mirror were grabbing Yang Jian's body, trying to pull him closer to the abyss. At the same time, the reflection of Yang Jian in the mirror began to replace him, gradually showing signs of merging together.

But at this moment...

Many grimacing mouths suddenly appeared on Yang Jian's body, as if it had been slashed by a fierce ghostly weapon.

A pair of crimson eyes emerged from the flesh, emitting a strange red light that was even more prominent than before, as if blood was about to drip down, as if the entire world was about to melt in this blood.

The red light shone into the ghost mirror.

The terrifying hands inside the mirror seemed to have been scalded and quickly retracted, and even the fierce ghost that had transformed into Yang Jian disappeared in front of the ghost mirror.

These ghostly eyes were not controlled by Yang Jian.

They were controlled by the ghost shadow that controlled his body.

The ghost shadow had taken over his body, and thus, the ghosts within his body.

This terrifying ghost shadow had been constantly changing bodies, trying to piece together a fierce ghost body. Now, it had succeeded a little bit, obtaining the ghost eyes from Yang Jian's body.

The horror produced by a fierce ghost controlling other fierce ghosts exceeded imagination.

If it were Yang Jian controlling the ghost eyes, he would not have been able to do this. He would have succumbed to the fierce ghost's revival.

But even though the eerie red light shone into the ghost mirror and dispersed all the ghosts, the ghost mirror still clung to his body, wanting to swallow it up.

It seemed that the ghost mirror was even more terrifying than imagined. This terror did not come from the countless evil spirits imprisoned within the ghost mirror, but from the ghost mirror itself.

It was an extremely eerie and terrifying thing in itself.

However, no one saw any of this, and no one knew. Even Yang Jian, who was in the midst of it, did not know, because he was dead now.

His body had already begun to emit a faint stench.

If it weren't for the ghost shadow covering his body, Yang Jian's body would have already rotted away.

But something unbelievable happened.

After half of Yang Jian's body sank into the ghost mirror, his body underwent a strange change. The foul smell on his body disappeared, the decay improved, and even the dense spots on his body began to fade.

It was as if the ghost mirror was reversing time, bringing Yang Jian's body back to six days ago.

Six days ago was the day he hanged himself.

His body would revive to that day's state, even his memories, just like Zhang Wei, who had been killed.

But after Zhang Wei revived, an uncontrollable supernatural event occurred inside the ghost mirror. The countless ghostly hands inside did not want Zhang Wei to escape from the mirror, but it was Yang Jian who pulled him out.

But now, who would pull Yang Jian out now that he had truly revived?

There were too many changes, so the success rate was very low.

However, with only half of his body sinking in, it was impossible for him to revive.

The body's functions made it impossible for such a body to come back to life.

And so, another day passed.

It was the seventh day since Yang Jian's death.

According to folklore, a person's soul returns on the seventh day after death, known as the "seventh day" or "soul-returning night." If a person's grudge does not dissipate after death, their return on the seventh day will turn them into a fierce ghost, endangering the mortal world.

It was unknown whether the folklore was true, or if it was just a strange coincidence.

On the seventh day of Yang Jian's hanging, it seemed that the struggle between the ghosts had reached its limit.

The ghost eyes, which had been open for a full day and night, suddenly closed at this moment.

The red light shining into the ghost mirror disappeared, and even the ghost shadow covering Yang Jian's body seemed to have subsided, with no movement at all.

As soon as the red light disappeared, many dense footsteps could be heard again in the pitch-black mirror world, as if the previously receded fierce ghosts were about to crowd back in.

"Crack!"

However, at this moment, a small crack appeared in the ghost mirror.

A cold wind blew out from the crack, as if there was an empty passage behind the mirror, leading to an unknown place.However, the crack was too small to have any effect.

As the Ghost Mirror and the Ghost Shadow both fell silent, Yang Jian's body dropped from mid-air, kneeling on the ground, motionless.

But at some point, Yang Jian's head had disappeared.

No, not disappeared.

His head had actually sunk into the Ghost Mirror, as if devoured by the mirror, leaving behind a headless corpse that lay still outside, emitting a faint stench of decay.

That's right.

The Headless Ghost Shadow was an incomplete ghost; it had no head. Even after seizing most of Yang Jian's body, it couldn't take the head. In the final moments, as it and the Ghost Mirror both subsided, the uncontrollable head was ultimately absorbed by the Ghost Mirror.

The head was the Ghost Shadow's weakness.

At this moment, the Ghost Mirror no longer drew Yang Jian's body inside, and the Ghost Shadow seemed to have completely ceased its movements, unable to control the body any longer.

It seemed just like the initial predictions made with the human skin paper.

The two ghosts, in their struggle against each other, had both crashed.

What was left was a kind of terrifying silence, not death, nor disappearance, but an inability to move.

Just like a person turned into a vegetative state after being hit by a car, still alive but having lost the ability to move.

At this moment, it was as if the Ghost Shadow, this car, had collided with the Ghost Mirror, both suffering damage.

But, the Ghost Mirror seemed to be more than that; within the mirror were countless fierce ghosts trying to escape. Yang Jian's head had been consumed by the mirror and was now facing the horrors within.

In the darkness, the sound of numerous footsteps rapidly approached.

But just as a charred hand reached deep into the Ghost Mirror towards Yang Jian's head.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian's head moved slightly, and his eyes snapped open.

Having been hanged for a full seven days, on the seventh day, the night of the soul's return, he was resurrected.

Not a full-body resurrection, but just his head within the Ghost Mirror.

His body was left outside.

The situation seemed somewhat different from what was expected, but he was resurrected nonetheless.

And that charred hand had already touched Yang Jian's face.

Cold, stiff, with the stench of being burnt by a fierce fire.

But at that moment.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from outside the mirror, grabbing the charred hand.

This hand was half warm, half cold, exuding a strange and terrifying aura.

"Crack!"

The charred hand broke off, as if forcibly snapped.

Footsteps quickly retreated, and the fierce ghost behind the ghostly hand seemed unable to withstand such terror and chose to leave.

Or perhaps it realized that its target was no longer human and did not meet the requirements for an attack.

Not just these footsteps, but the nearby converging footsteps also quickly receded, and those terrifying ghostly hands no longer appeared.

Calm returned within the Ghost Mirror.

Afterward.

A moment later, Yang Jian's head was slowly pulled out from the mirror.

What was terrifying was.

Yang Jian's body faced the mirror, but his head faced outward.

The head and neck seemed to have turned halfway around, completely reversed.

Because the Ghost Mirror is the opposite.

Those resurrected are also the opposite.

If it were a complete person, being reversed wouldn't matter; at most, a mole would move from the left side to the right, or a left-handed person would become right-handed, just like Zhang Wei, who after resurrection awakened the terrifying skill of wielding guns with both hands, mastering the technique of gun shaking to an incredible degree.

Well, the gun shaking technique isn't scary at all.

But Yang Jian's body was left outside, only his head was resurrected, and this state of resurrection was not perfect, with some unknown flaws.

"Am I, alive?"

Yang Jian's head, facing his back, was expressionless, as if devoid of all human emotions, cold and numb, like an evil spirit that had crawled out from the depths of hell.

No, he now seemed even more ghostly than a ghost.

He subconsciously raised his hand to look.

The hand was raised, but it made a cracking sound of dislocation in a reverse joint manner.

Yet he felt no pain, nor did he find anything wrong.

He still raised it smoothly.

He felt something was wrong with his body and slowly stood up.

No longer did his reflection appear on the Ghost Mirror behind him; he could not leave an image on the Ghost Mirror.

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