Mysterious Resurgence: Starting with the Strange Bus

Chapter 104 The World in the Mirror
Cold, dull, stiff... this is the truest reflection of Zhang Zhao's state of mind at this moment.

At this point, he lost the ability to move.

The seemingly normal black sandalwood bed now appeared terrifying, emanating a chilling aura. An unknown supernatural force was eroding Zhang Zhao's body, binding him tightly to the old wooden bed, making it impossible for him to break free.

At this moment, Zhang Zhao was like a piece of meat on a chopping board, completely at the mercy of others, with no ability to resist whatsoever.

Under the erosion of that unknown supernatural power, Zhang Zhao's own supernatural abilities were directly suppressed and he was unable to use them at all.

Also.

Beside the wooden bed where he lay stood a terrifying figure—the very same eerie old man he had tested earlier.

His brown skin was covered with dark purplish-red lividity, and his skin was very loose, without any elasticity, and full of wrinkles. The black robe he wore had a retro feel to it, rather than a modern style of clothing.

The most terrifying thing is the old man's eyes.

There was no black or pupil in his eyes, only the whites, filling the entire eye socket—an eerie, deathly white, his gaze conveying coldness, numbness, and lifelessness…

The eerie old man stood stiffly by the wooden bed, staring at Zhang Zhao on the bed with his cold, empty, pale eyes.

Being stared at by such eyes, even though Zhang Zhao was experienced in dealing with supernatural events, he still felt a little uneasy, especially after his body was 'stuck' to the old wooden bed and unable to move. This feeling of unease became even more intense.

next moment.

The eerie old man began to stir.

It reached out its hand and grabbed at Zhang Zhao's body on the wooden bed.

"Clap!"

The withered hand grabbed Zhang Zhao's arm, and then a tremendous force surged forth, tearing Zhang Zhao's arm off by the strange old man.

During this process, Zhang Zhao did not resist at all. His own supernatural abilities had been suppressed, so he could only let the evil spirits attack him.

But strangely, no blood flowed from Zhang Zhao's broken arm. Instead, a strange substance appeared, which looked like some kind of wood, or perhaps it was painted on. It was equally bizarre.

"As expected, Li Hui's guess was correct. The old man's killing pattern is indeed related to the wooden bed, but it's unclear whether he has to lie on this wooden bed or if the act of lying down is the key to triggering the vengeful ghost's killing pattern..."

Although his body was unable to move, Zhang Zhao's consciousness was not affected, and he was still able to continue thinking and pondering the old man's actions.

The severed arm did not cause him pain; the bodies of these dead souls are structured differently from those of ordinary people, and physical injuries do not cause them pain.

At this moment, Zhang Zhao's only hope was that Li Hui could take action in time and eliminate the strange old man in one fell swoop. Only in this way could he survive; otherwise, he might be torn apart by the vengeful ghost.

Just as Zhang Zhao was pondering, the eerie old man stretched out his hand again, and this time it was Zhang Zhao's other hand that was torn off.

But it's not over yet.

Without any pause, the vengeful ghost reached out for the third time after tearing off Zhang Zhao's two arms in succession.

This time is different from the previous two times.

The vengeful ghost grabbed Zhang Zhao by the neck.

"Crack!"

.........

the other side.

Li Hui began a new test.

A hazy cloud of paper ash drifted by, and a figure that looked exactly like Li Hui appeared beside the old wooden bed. Then, with a thought, Li Hui saw the figure climb onto the wooden bed just like Zhang Zhao had before and lie down.

Throughout this process, Li Hui stared intently at the wooden bed, trying to see what would happen after the figure lay down, and whether it would disappear like Zhang Zhao before.

Although the human figure is a product derived from ghost paintings and supernatural phenomena and does not possess the intelligence of a living person, it is a supernatural manifestation controlled by Li Hui and has a certain connection with him, allowing Li Hui to always be aware of the human figure's location.

Under Li Hui's gaze.

The figure successfully lay down on the wooden bed.

However, the moment he lay down, he vanished from Li Hui's sight. It was so abrupt, as if he had never existed at all. Even Li Hui, who had been paying attention to this, couldn't fully react for a moment.

And it’s even more than that.

In Li Hui's perception, an extremely strange phenomenon appeared: he could sense the presence of human figures, because those figures were the manifestation of the supernatural beings he controlled.

"Unknown paranormal phenomena..."

In Li Hui's perception of the ghost realm, the figure had not disappeared; it was lying on the old wooden bed. However, Li Hui could not see it. Even when he controlled another figure to reach the wooden bed, he could not touch it, and he could not even swing the wood-chopping knife in the figure's hand.

"It can be sensed, but cannot be touched or seen, and there is not even a trace of it. Even the medium of a woodcutter's knife cannot trigger it."

Li Hui's gaze remained fixed on the direction of the old wooden bed.

The figure beside the wooden bed slowly withdrew his hand from the bed, while in his other hand he held the old wood-chopping knife.

Li Hui had just tried to use the hatchet as a medium to determine the whereabouts of Zhang Zhao and the vanished figure, but he failed. There were no traces left on the wooden bed; it was as if all traces had been erased.

It wasn't just that wooden bed; the entire bedroom, and even the entire old house, seemed to be like that.

Li Hui had tried having the shadowy figure step on the spot where Zhang Zhao had stood, hoping to trigger the old woodcutter's axe by stepping on the footprints, but he failed again. The axe was not triggered, and all the traces disappeared.

"Dissipated?"

Sudden.

Li Hui realized that the figure that had disappeared on the wooden bed had completely vanished. It was a manifestation of his own supernatural abilities; every aspect of the figure was within Li Hui's perception.

Under his perception of the ghost realm, the figure had completely vanished. This situation proved that the figure had just suffered some kind of unbearable supernatural attack, which was why it disappeared.

"Could there be more than two vengeful ghosts in this bedroom?" This thought popped into Li Hui's mind.

Because the eerie old man was still wandering around the bedroom in the reflection of the bronze mirror, and the dull, stiff footsteps were still heard and had not disappeared, Li Hui felt that it was very likely that the ghost that attacked Zhang Zhao and the figure was not this eerie old man, but that there was more than one ghost in this bedroom.

Li Hui wasn't sure if this guess was correct, but one thing he was very clear about was that the attack by the vengeful ghost was related to lying on that old black sandalwood bed.

"Wooden bed, old man, dressing table, bronze mirror, mysterious disappearance, ghostly attack..."

For a while.

Li Hui's mind raced as he tried to find the connection and a way to control the vengeful spirit.

"and many more……"

"A bronze mirror? An old man? A wooden bed?"

Sudden.

Li Hui seemed to have thought of something.

He turned his gaze back to the old-fashioned dressing table, and after glancing at the reflection in the bronze mirror, he decisively moved the dressing table in front of him.

With his actions, the dressing table quickly turned towards the old wooden bed, and the reflection of the bronze mirror on the dressing table also changed to the direction of the wooden bed.

Almost at the same time.

The image reflected in the bronze mirror changed.

The old, black sandalwood bed was reflected in the water, and on that bed lay a headless corpse. Judging from the clothes on the corpse, it was Zhang Zhao, who had disappeared earlier.

Besides.

A figure stood beside the old wooden bed; it was the eerie old man. On the floor at the old man's feet lay two missing arms and the head of a young man.

The arm and head belonged to Zhang Zhao. He didn't seem to be completely dead yet, as his eyes were still moving around, as if he was observing something.

Souls like Zhang Zhao are even more monstrous than otherworldly beings. They are incredibly difficult to kill. In a sense, these souls have already developed some characteristics of vengeful ghosts. They are almost impossible to kill in the world of the painting; they can only be suppressed.

"Sure enough, the bronze mirror on the dressing table can reflect the strange old man's figure. Although it's just some kind of supernatural manifestation, it still shows that it can reflect the old man's supernatural abilities!"

All of a sudden.

Li Hui then understood everything.

The old man reflected in the bronze mirror, who was wandering around the bedroom, was just some kind of strange supernatural phenomenon. The real source of the evil spirit was actually always standing by the wooden bed.

Although it is also impossible to see with the naked eye or touch its body, the vengeful ghost is indeed standing there, and the old man's killing pattern is related to the wooden bed. The moment he lay down on the old wooden bed, it was equivalent to triggering the vengeful ghost's killing pattern!
Having figured all this out, the next thing to do was to try to imprison the vengeful ghost. As for how to get close to that strange old man, Li Hui already had a vague idea.

next moment.

Li Hui then took action.

Instead of walking towards the old, worn-out mirror in the bedroom, he tentatively reached out his hand towards the bronze mirror on the dressing table in front of him.

soon.

Something strange happened.

Without any resistance, Li Hui's palm went directly into the bronze mirror, as if there was another space inside the mirror.

Next came the arms, the limbs... and finally Li Hui's body. At this moment, it was as if he was about to enter the bronze mirror completely.

The strange bronze mirror on the dressing table gave Li Hui a great deal of inspiration, making him realize that his inability to touch the eerie old man was not due to a lack of supernatural power, but rather because the two were simply not in the same space.

There are only two ways to get to the place where the eerie old man is.

One way to reach the old man's supernatural space is by lying on an old wooden bed, and the other is by using a bronze mirror.

The mirror could reflect the old man's image, so it was very likely that it was also connected to the supernatural space where the old man was. It was because of this guess that Li Hui tentatively reached his hand into the mirror, and unexpectedly, he actually reached into the bronze mirror.

Just as most of Li Hui's body was submerged in the bronze mirror, the image reflected in the mirror changed again.

The eerie old man standing by the bed slowly turned his head in this direction, as if Li Hui's behavior had caught his attention.

The deathly pale eyes sent chills down one's spine, exuding a sinister aura and giving off an extremely eerie feeling.

But there were no extra movements.

The eerie old man simply stared at Li Hui until his body was completely submerged in the bronze mirror.

The scene reflected in the bronze mirror was a perfect replica of the bedroom where Li Hui had been: the old wooden bed, the broken tiles on the walls, the old-fashioned chandelier...

The only difference is the dressing table.

The bedroom reflected in the bronze mirror does not have a dressing table; instead, there is a floor-length mirror that is taller than a person.

The mirror is new and modern in style, a stark contrast to the other old objects in the room.

The presence of such a modern-style floor-length mirror in such a dilapidated room seems out of place and gives a very strange feeling.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Li Hui turned his head to look at the mirror behind him. What came into view was his own reflection, which was very clear and fundamentally different from the blurry reflection of the bronze mirror.

"Li...Li Hui?"

at this time.

A man's voice came from behind.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Li Hui discovered that it was Zhang Zhao's head on the floor that was speaking. Just as he had thought, Zhang Zhao was not dead yet, and he could even make sounds as his mouth opened and closed.

"Li Hui, be careful of this vengeful ghost! It's extremely terrifying!"

Zhang Zhao was reminding Li Hui.

“That wooden bed is also a strange object, with the effect of suppressing supernatural phenomena. As long as you lie on the bed, your own supernatural phenomena will fall into silence. It is because of this that I have become the way I am now.”

"The figure that looks exactly like you suddenly appeared on the wooden bed, then was attacked by the old man and disappeared on the spot."

At this moment, Zhang Zhao placed all his hopes on Li Hui, so he told everything he knew without reservation.

The strange old man had no wisdom.

After tearing Zhang Zhao's arm and head off, they stopped attacking him, giving Zhang Zhao a chance to catch his breath.

In fact, Zhang Zhao had the ability to reattach his head himself, but after thinking for a moment, he decided not to act on his own.

The old wooden bed could suppress supernatural phenomena. Even though his head was back on the bed, it was likely that before it could reconnect with his body, his supernatural abilities would fall silent once again.

Tap, tap, tap...

Just as Zhang Zhao was speaking, footsteps began to sound in the room. The strange old man had begun to move and was walking towards Li Hui's location.

At the same time, Li Hui once again focused his attention on the strange old man.

Then he waved his hand.

A chilling aura emerged, and gray paper ash drifted around. Then, two figures appeared out of thin air beside Li Hui.

(End of this chapter)