Three days had passed since Yang Jian had hung himself in his room.
His body had remained in that position for those three days, suspended in front of the Ghost Mirror, stuck to it.
Countless terrifying hands within had tried to pull him into the mirror, but all had failed.
The Ghost Hand could not emerge from the mirror, and Yang Jian's body had not been pulled in either.
The standoff appeared to be dragging on for quite some time.
But the strange changes continued; the black liquid that had dripped from Yang Jian's body previously enveloped the entire room, threatening to devour this eerie mirror, but now...
The black liquid was diminishing.
It entered Yang Jian's body, seemingly retreating.
