Chapter 157: The Dead Jiang Shan
The person in the mirror walked towards Jiang Shan just like that, seeming as if they would walk out from inside in just a moment.
Jiang Shan had a calm expression. He knew that the humanoid figure in the mirror was actually a ghost. Once he looked into the mirror for too long, he would be replaced by the ghost in the mirror, with himself entering the Ghost Mirror, while this ghost could break free from the mirror and come into this world.
But at this moment,
There was not just him alone in the mirror.
“Cao Yang, as soon as I look at you, immediately cover the Ghost Mirror with the black cloth!” Seeing the humanoid figure getting closer, Jiang Shan said.
“Got it!”
At a certain moment, the humanoid figure in the Ghost Mirror had completely occupied a part of the mirror. Its figure, appearance, and clothing had become exactly the same as Jiang Shan’s.
“Crack~!”
Suddenly, a certain spot on the Ghost Mirror cracked open with another thin crack.
A chilling wind blew out from this crack, as if there was an empty passage behind the mirror leading to an unknown place.
But the crack was too small to have any effect.
“It’s here! The Ghost Rain’s attack method has been triggered!”
At this moment, a damp sensation appeared out of nowhere, like a thick fog slowly seeping into Jiang Shan’s body.
Ice-cold, numb, stiff.
Like being soaked by rain.
With the emergence of the Ghost Rain’s supernatural power, Jiang Shan felt that a large area on his back had completely lost sensation.
Just like it was already dead.
At the same time, the countless wandering and drifting “Jiang Shans” around him all stopped abruptly, then madly “shone” on themselves like a patch of shadows.
Jiang Shan felt his blood stop flowing, his legs and feet lose vitality, and finally even his heartbeat seemed to disappear.
The Ghost Characters and Dead Face Ghost inside his body were confronting and resurrecting.
Meanwhile, the Blood Ghost seemed to maintain a weird balance within his body.
The past that could not be erased,
Only existed in the current Jiang Shan.
The supernatural confrontation began.
“That damp chill is the supernatural power of the Ghost Rain, and those dark shadows shining on me are the supernatural power of the Ghost Lotus. Although my body is constantly dying now, my consciousness exists on the Blood Ghost. It’s not at that step yet. Wait a bit longer, wait a bit longer.”
Jiang Shan’s thinking time was very brief.
This was his characteristic. Although he hesitated, he wouldn’t hesitate for long. He would immediately make a decision, and once he chose, he wouldn’t turn back, even if it was wrong—he would keep going.
After all, in this world, only crazy gamblers and calm madmen could live longer.
Time passed minute by minute,
The air in the entire Ghost Pool began to become increasingly damp, as if an endless heavy rain had fallen here.
The hazy, weird water vapor rising made it hard for Cao Yang to see clearly what was happening in the mirror. He was drenched in cold sweat, staring fixedly at Jiang Shan who stood motionless in front of the Ghost Mirror, ready to act at any moment.
“Jiang Shan moved! The woman on the ground also moved! Is an unexpected change about to happen?” Cao Yang, who was watching intently, suddenly noticed the anomaly and thought to himself.
About eight minutes later, Jiang Shan, who had been like a stone sculpture with no movement, suddenly raised his hands and reached towards the Ghost Mirror in front of him.
Meanwhile, He Qiong, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, under some supernatural influence, actually defied bodily functions and common sense. At the instant Jiang Shan acted, she stood up in a weird manner and also reached towards the Ghost Mirror.
When both of their palms fully touched the Ghost Mirror, He Qiong’s numb, deathly still eyes, devoid of any emotion, suddenly became hollow. Her gaze, like that of a dead person, sent chills to the heart.
And at this instant, Jiang Shan’s originally grave gaze also became deathly still. His dilated pupils filled Cao Yang with great shock.
“Jiang Shan is dead?!”
Watching this scene, Cao Yang was now filled with shock and doubt. He could hardly believe that Jiang Shan, known as “China’s Number One Ghost Wielder,” had died here so quietly.
Just by looking in the mirror with the woman on the ground, he died?
“Jiang Shan’s previous actions indicate he did this on purpose. Is there some change I don’t know about? Or has Jiang Shan already failed?” Cao Yang’s gaze carefully scanned the “dead” Jiang Shan.
He was hesitating, judging whether to cover the Ghost Mirror to stop all this from continuing:
“Yang Jian took seven days hanging to control that ghost. If I cover the Ghost Mirror and it affects Jiang Shan’s action leading to his death, the resurrecting ghost in his body could kill me eight hundred times over. As soon as something’s off, I’ll immediately burn spirit money and leave here.”
Cao Yang had seen the latest information on the “Ghost Town in the Rain” when he went to rendezvous with Jiang Shan, so he knew this method to leave the Ghost Rain, and he had also asked Jiang Shan for a few sheets of “spirit money”.
Ten minutes had passed since Jiang Shan’s death.
Still no movement.
Twenty minutes, still no movement.
An hour passed.
“That woman’s body and Jiang Shan’s hands are starting to show signs of rot. Is this an anomaly from the supernatural confrontation?”
Cao Yang was now highly tense mentally.
On a small scale,
Whether Jiang Shan lived or died concerned his own life.
On a larger scale,
His certain action even concerned the lives of millions of residents in Dachun City.
So he didn’t dare to miss any unexpected change.
Time that once passed in the blink of an eye now felt like years to Cao Yang.
The increasingly thick water vapor around him prevented his gaze from seeing anything in front of the Ghost Mirror. Even though he was close to Jiang Shan, that hazy water vapor seemed to possess supernatural power, blocking the line of sight and preventing any peeking.
But this was not the weirdest part,
The sensation this steaming water vapor gave to Cao Yang was like a mirror. He could even see his own projection in the water vapor.
“The Ghost Rain’s killing pattern?!”
The moment he saw his own projection, all the hairs on Cao Yang’s body stood on end, and he immediately lit the Ghost Candle.
The eerie candlelight barely calmed him down.
At this moment, in a place Cao Yang couldn’t see.
In front of the Ghost Mirror.
An hour ago, Jiang Shan’s body had already completely died, and now his consciousness preserved in the Blood Ghost was also affected by the Ghost Lotus Supernatural, showing signs of chaos.
As his palms continuously rotted, a pain like countless silver needles piercing his body, accompanied by dazed chaos, made his thinking laborious.
A pain that tore at his consciousness seemed to penetrate flesh and blood, branding deep into his soul.
The time of pain felt extremely, extremely slow, but as time slowly passed, Jiang Shan felt less pain, and his consciousness was rapidly fading.
In front of the Ghost Mirror.
The short old man seemed to penetrate the Ghost Mirror, folding and attaching to the other side in a weird posture.
Shen Bao inside the mirror was now shrouded in thick death qi, like a dying old man. His hands and arms began to disappear in a weird manner.
Similarly, the “Jiang Shan” inside the mirror—his void, pitch-black hands and arms began to take on a texture not belonging to this world.
The two people and three ghosts on both sides of the Ghost Mirror all fell into weird deathly stillness. But this silence was merely a surface phenomenon.
In reality, in the unseen darkness, the contest between ghost and ghost had already begun.
