Free Web NovelChapter 600: Chapter 507: Another World_4
A searing pain in his left hand, Yang Xiao swapped the Soul-Capturing Mirror for a Human Bone Staff in his right hand and struck at the old thing’s back, then switched to the Ghost Duster and quickly followed.
The old man couldn’t predict the attack method of the Human Bone Staff and surprisingly tried to block it with golden paper. The weird fluctuation went straight through the golden paper, then heavily smacked the old man’s face, denting his mask and causing blood to spurt from his nose and mouth.
"No, no...!" Although the old man was strong, he didn’t lose consciousness after being hit in the face. Sitting on the ground, he waved his hands, pleading for mercy. Yang Xiao caught up and struck him down with the horsetail whisk, causing the lower half of the old man’s body to burst.
The tragic scream echoed through the village. Yang Xiao grabbed the old thing’s scruffy hair. It was only then that Yang Xiao noticed the female ghost was alarmingly close behind him.
"Hurry up!!" The girl shrieked terribly.
The female ghost’s shoulder had been deformed by an iron hook from a clothes rack, with the chain stretched taut. While Yang Xiao was busy exterminating the old man, it was the girl who was containing the female ghost.
The mirror on the water had drifted behind the female ghost. They had missed the best opportunity, all because of this old thing. But now, the arrow was on the bowstring and had to be shot. Yang Xiao threw the remaining piece of copper mirror on the ground, took out the Soul-Capturing Mirror again, and vanished instantaneously.
Upon entering the Mirror World, Yang Xiao sensed a level of strangeness he had never felt before. This place... was a gray, fuzzy world without yards, derelict houses, or villages, nothing at all, not even the presence of the Mirror Ghost.
"Where is this?" Yang Xiao was startled, and even the piercing pain in his finger couldn’t distract him, "This isn’t the Mirror World! Definitely not!" freēwebnovel.com
What was even more terrifying was that the surroundings were shrouded in thick gray fog, masking everything and making it impossible to find an exit. This world had no exits. The three mirrors he’d left behind had vanished.
Yang Xiao was unsure what had happened, as this was the first time he encountered such a situation. The Mirror World wasn’t his safe haven anymore, his safehouse; he felt as if he had been abandoned by the entire world. At that moment, he even hoped that the Mirror Ghost would appear in front of him considering that would at least prove there was something else in this world.
Feelings of intense loneliness and abandonment surged through him, wave after wave. If it were someone else, they might have already collapsed, but Yang Xiao didn’t. He forced himself to calm down. The Mirror World was a reflection of the real world, which meant he could try to head towards where he remembered the copper mirror was, perhaps... perhaps then he might find an exit.
At this moment, hope was necessary; he had to foster hope in himself. The soil beneath his feet was soft and slightly springy. He dared not look down, fearing that the ground beneath was filled with corpses. ƒreewebɳovel.com
This place wasn’t the Mirror World, but somewhere far more dangerous and terrifying. He had inadvertently opened a door, and now, he had to leave!
The visibility here was very poor, only about 2 to 3 meters. The gray fog shrouded everything. He groped his way forward, treading lightly and breathing softly, fearful of disturbing whatever might exist in this world.
After cautiously moving for half a minute, Yang Xiao finally found a copper mirror behind a wall of fog, floating in the mist as though it was hovering above water.
Without delay, Yang Xiao was ready to leave, when, at that moment, a strange noise came from not too far behind him.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
The sound was hair-raising, and Yang Xiao’s mind involuntarily conjured an image: in the endless gray fog, a hunched, decrepit old man was slowly shuffling his feet, scraping the tips of his shoes on the ground as he inched forward.
The image was as though etched into Yang Xiao’s mind, impossible to dispel. Yang Xiao struggled to free himself from this nightmare-like state, and at that moment, the scraping sound had already reached just a few meters from him.
In that instant, the hairs on Yang Xiao’s body stood on end. The terror invoked by this ghost surpassed anything he had imagined, different from any he had encountered before. His limbs stiffened, and in a final burst of strength, he threw himself at the copper mirror.
In the last moment before leaving, he faintly saw an arm stretch out from the fog toward him.
