Chapter 236: Chapter 229: Person in the Mirror (5) (5000 words)_2
He swiftly led the two of them to the vanity mirror, yanked the man violently, causing him to fall towards the mirror with half of his body sticking out. Then, Yan Junze gave a push, making him leave the Mirror World completely.
His hands then grasped the woman’s shoulders, about to push her toward the vanity mirror when the sound of “pop pop pop” rose from behind, as if soone was burping up myriad bubbles nonstop, continuously forming and bursting.
Yan Junze didn’t look back; he knew the scene behind him must be terrifying, and if he took another glance, his mind would be shaken, definitely causing a delay.
Every second was critical at this mont. All he needed was to push the woman out, then make his escape, and his mission would be accomplished.
Just as he had pushed the woman about halfway out of the mirror, his shoulder suddenly tightened, caught by a hand.
Yan Junze’s body tensed, hesitating for nearly two seconds, holding back the urge to look back. He hadn’t expected the Mirror Ghost to move so much faster upon seeing that he intended to leave with the woman.
According to the speed just monts ago, he would have had enough ti to take the woman and leave comfortably.
But now it seed impossible.
Yan Junze still didn’t look back. Mirror Spirits were mysterious, and he was unsure if he would end up like He Zheng, suddenly losing his life upon glancing back.
So the best option was to initiate the Rewind.
At this mont, half of the woman’s upper body was out, the other half still in the Mirror World, and Yan Junze’s shoulder was already grasped by the Mirror Spirit, rendering him unable to continue.
The next mont, ti rewound.
Yan Junze stood in front of the wardrobe, the intense grinding noise still approaching from not far off, not yet fully near.
After pondering for a few seconds, this ti, Yan Junze didn’t opt to take the other two with him. It seed there wasn’t enough ti; insisting on taking everyone might end up costing himself as well.
But He Zheng was an Exorcist, after all a colleague of sorts, and taking him along would also be a way to report back to his superiors.
He grabbed He Zheng, then reached for the woman with his other hand, pulling both toward the vanity mirror.
This ti, the grinding noise behind him noticeably quickened after he grabbed the woman. A black hand erged from behind the wardrobe, followed by a blurred black figure stepping out, emitting “pop pop” sounds of bursting bubbles from its throat.
By then, Yan Junze had already pushed He Zheng, who was in front, out of the mirror, turned around, and yanked the woman’s shoulder, pulling her forward. During this process, he caught a glimpse of the black figure approaching from behind.
The terrifying silhouette of the Mirror Spirit was but an outline in Yan Junze’s eyes. Despite having witnessed many supernatural phenona, the sight of the Mirror Spirit sent a shudder through him, prompting him to increase his pace.
After the woman’s upper body entered the mirror, he grabbed her legs and hoisted her up, successfully pushing her out.
The noise behind beca furiously intense, the grinding sound rapidly closing in.
Yan Junze bowed his body, lying across the vanity, and flipped his legs out through the mirror first. But the black figure had already neared the vanity, stretching out a black, emaciated hand covered in sharp nails towards his head.
There was no chance to dodge at that mont. Yan Junze prepared to swing his mallet, throwing it to slow down the Mirror Spirit’s incoming speed.
However, a throw would leave the Black Spirit Mallet behind in the Mirror World, forever unretrievable.
After hesitating briefly, almost instinctively, he grabbed a drawer from the vanity and yanked it open, smashing it towards the Mirror Spirit. In the process, a small mirror with a handle, about the size of a palm, fell from the drawer.
Yan Junze was quick to grab it, squeezing his entire body rapidly into the mirror.
After the drawer hit the Mirror Spirit, it failed to stop its advance, but as it saw Yan Junze grabbing the fallen handle mirror, a voice uttered from the Mirror Spirit’s throat, urgent and pressing.
“No…don’t.”
Better for it to have remained silent, for upon hearing it, Yan Junze was even less likely to let go. Clutching the mirror in his hand, he contracted his upper body and finally passed through the mirror.
The mont the handle mirror crossed through, a distortion occurred that Yan Junze couldn’t perceive, as if the world flipped and the mirror’s surface turned into water, rippling with strange waves.
In the Mirror World, the black hand stretched swiftly toward the small mirror, sharp nails nearing it when the irreversible inversion and distortion of the mirror took place. The black hand, closest to the mirror, quivered and was about to retract, but it was too late.
A bizarre, heart-wrenching scream erupted as the hand dissolved into a flow of black mist, yanked out through the mirror along with the small mirror. The rest of the body followed suit, transforming into more black mist, streaming rapidly toward the handle mirror.
Before the small mirror completely erged from the vanity mirror, all the black mist flowed into it, and the silhouette of the Mirror Spirit disappeared without a trace.
Finally, Yan Junze pulled the small mirror out of the Mirror World.
First, there was utter darkness, then a dim light erged.
The light ca from two cell phone flashlights placed on the vanity. Yan Junze stood up to find two bodies lying on the floor, one was He Zheng, the other the woman.
At the sa ti, a mission completion notification popped up.
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