Chapter 175: The Man Blocking the Door

The ghost eyes that opened for a day and a night suddenly closed at this time.

The red light shining into the ghost mirror all disappeared, and even the ghost shadow covering Yang Jian's corpse seemed to fall silent, without any movement.

As soon as the red light disappeared, there were many dense footsteps in the dark mirror world, and the ghosts that had retreated before seemed to be crowded again.

"Click~"

However, at this time, a small crack opened in one part of the ghost mirror.

There was a cold wind blowing out of the crack, and it seemed as if there was an empty passage behind the mirror, leading to an unknown place.

But the crack is too small to do anything.

When the ghost mirror and the ghost shadow fell silent at the same time, Yang Jian's body fell from mid-air, kneeling on the ground, motionless.

I don't know when one of Yang Jian's heads disappeared.

No, it's not gone.

His head had sunk into the ghost mirror, as if it had been eaten by the mirror, leaving only a headless corpse that remained outside in dead silence, exuding a faint stench of corpses.

Yes.

Headless Ghost It is a crippled ghost, it has no head.

In the end, even if it took Yang Jian's body, but only most of it was captured, and it couldn't take the position of the head, and at the last moment, when it fell silent with the ghost mirror, the head that could not be controlled was finally sucked in by the ghost mirror.

Head, exactly the shortcomings of the ghost.

At this moment, the ghost mirror no longer sucked Yang Jian's body into it, and the ghost shadow seemed to have completely lost its movements, unable to control this body.

It seems to be the same as when the skin paper first calculated.

In the process of confrontation, the two ghosts died together.

There was only a silent horror left, not dead, not gone, just inactive.

It's like a person who has been hit by a car and is in a vegetative state, still alive, but incapacitated.

Right now, the ghost shadow crashed into the ghost mirror, and both sides were defeated.

However, the ghost mirror does not seem to be the case, there are countless ghosts in the mirror who only want to get out of trouble, Yang Jian's head was eaten by the ghost mirror, and he is facing the horror in the ghost mirror at this moment.

The sound of dense footsteps in the darkness quickly approached.

But just when a scorched black palm stuck into Yang Jian's head in the ghost mirror.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian's head moved slightly, and his closed eyes suddenly opened again.

That is, he was resurrected.

There was no resurrection of the whole body, but a head resurrected in the ghost mirror.

The body was left outside.

The situation seems to be a little different from what I imagined, but in the end it is still resurrected.

And the scorched black palm had already touched Yang Jian's face.

Cold, stiff, and with a scorching stench of being burned to death.

But at the moment.

Suddenly, a palm reached out from the mirror, grabbing the charred palm.

The palm of the hand was half warm and half warm, revealing a kind of weirdness and fear.

"Click~."

The charred palm was broken, as if it had been broken by force.

A footstep quickly faded away, and the ghost behind the ghost hand seemed to be unable to resist such a horror and chose to leave, or found that his target was not a human and did not meet the requirements of the attack.

Not only the footsteps, but the footsteps gathered nearby also quickly receded, and those terrifying ghost hands no longer appeared.

Calm was restored in the ghost mirror.

Afterwards.

After another moment, Yang Jian's head slowly pulled out of the mirror.

The horror is.

Yang Jian's body is facing the mirror.

But the head is facing outward.

The head and neck seemed to turn half a circle, completely reversed.

Because the ghost mirror is the opposite.

Those who have been resurrected also have thoughts.

If it's just a whole person, it doesn't matter if it's the other way around, at most a mole grows from left to right, and left-handed becomes right-handed.

But Yang Jian's body was left outside, only his head was resurrected, and his resurrected state was not perfect, and there were some unknown flaws.

"I'm finally resurrected."

Yang Jian's head, facing his back, was expressionless, as if he had lost all human emotions, cold and numb, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

No, to be exact, he's more like a ghost now.

He subconsciously raised his hand and looked at it.

The hand was raised, but it made a clicking and dislocating sound in an anti-joint manner.

But he didn't feel pain, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

It was still lifted very smoothly.

He seemed to sense something was wrong with his body and slowly stood up.

His shadow was no longer visible on the ghost mirror behind him, and he couldn't leave a reflection on the ghost mirror.

The smooth and bright ghost mirror was not empty, and a charred palm fell under the mirror.

No longer outside the mirror, but inside the mirror.

Yang Jian looked in the mirror, and then raised his hands, which were half-warm and half-warm, stiff and covered with corpse spots.

Because the resurrection was not complete enough, Yang Jian only resurrected half of his body, with a human in front of him and a ghost on his back.

The raised hands were holding his head at the moment.

"Click, click~"

With a slight sound, he slowly straightened his head towards his back.

His hands were black at the moment, as if they were covered by something, and there was a layer of black shadow that lingered.

In this way, Yang Jian actually stiffly adjusted his head half a circle and broke it back directly.

He didn't seem to feel anything wrong, but was very calm and calm.

Resurrected from the dead and harnessed the terrifying ghosts, Yang Jian gained a lot of things, but he also seemed to have lost a lot of things.

"It's time to leave."

Yang Jian spoke slowly, and his voice did not have the slightest echo, which made people feel a little creepy.

He picked up the black cloth and covered it over the ghost mirror, then took it with him and prepared to leave the place.

But as soon as he left, the ghost rope around his neck grabbed him.

Yang Jian glanced at it and reached out to tear it off his neck.

The ghost rope that strangled his neck was torn off like this, and a deep strangulation mark on his neck was clearly visible.

The ghost rope fell into his hand without the slightest reaction, as if it had also lost its strange abilities, and it also fell silent.

But Yang Jian knew that this ghost rope did not.

It's just that this thing is very calm when it is in his hands, and once it is out of his own hands, this is another terrifying ghost.

Everything is packed up.

He walked to the door with a slightly stiff step.

Push the door open with slight force.

Standing outside the door, a figure with purple skin and a strange face stopped him.

"Ye Chen?" Yang Jian said.

"No, you're not Ye Chen."

Realizing something, he immediately took a few steps back, quickly distancing himself from the figure blocking the doorway.