Time had passed since he hung himself, and it had been nearly four hours, Yang Jian's body had already started to show signs of livor mortis.
Perhaps it was because he used a Ghost Rope to hang himself, the lividity on his body was more pronounced than that of a person who dies normally.
It spread across his entire body.
However, more eerie and terrifying events were unfolding.
Yang Jian's body, facing this man-high Ghost Mirror, was firmly adhered to it, and from one corner beside the mirror, one could see numerous terrible hands suddenly appearing within the mirror. Some hands were highly decayed, some seemed as if they had been soaked in water for several days, swollen and blackened, dripping with the stench of corpse fluid, some hands were pale and stiff, others charred to black...
These hands were of various sizes, the smallest like infants, and the largest like Evil Ghosts, with pitch-black nails.
