Gou Zai, a corpse sewn into a spirit in a mortuary during the Republic of China era, became a spirit

As a fire crackled and burst into flames in one corner of the tent, Zhu Quan was yawning.

The flames leaped up incredibly fast, as if oil had been poured on them, and in the blink of an eye they licked the canvas...

Thick smoke, carrying a burnt smell, billowed up and formed a huge flame, startling him.

"Fire! Ding Si! Water!"

Ding Si was close to the kettle, so he grabbed the tin kettle, rushed over, and poured the water onto the flames. Suddenly, with a "sizzle," white steam billowed out, but the flames only shrank slightly before surging back up with even greater force.

"Damn it, this fire is wicked! I can't put it out!" Ding Si's voice was hoarse as he went to fetch the second bucket...

Seeing that the fire was spiraling out of control, Zhu Quan rushed to the tent entrance, yanked open the curtain, and the thick smoke made his eyes water. He squinted and shouted inside, "Sir! Come out quickly! The tent is on fire!"

Amidst the firelight and smoke, Shen Molan stood ramrod straight, facing the life-sized full-length mirror, showing no intention of leaving. Instead, she decisively gave her order:

"Move the mirror out first!"

Zhu Quan was stunned, almost thinking he had misheard: "Sir, the fire is getting out of control, what do you care about this mirror...?"

Shen Molan turned around abruptly, the firelight burning into two cold, icy stars in her eyes. "The mirror can't be left here! Quickly!"

Ding Si, who had failed to extinguish the fire, rushed in at this moment. Upon hearing this, he and Zhu Quan exchanged a glance, both seeing the absurdity and panic on each other's faces. But military orders are absolute, and the two gritted their teeth and lunged at the heavy oak-framed mirror.

Once you get started...

This mirror... is ridiculously heavy!

It was not the typical weight of glass and wood; it seemed more like a solid iron casting. Both men were skilled soldiers with considerable strength, yet they couldn't lift it even once.

The two groaned and exerted force again, the mirror's base screeching against the ground, managing only to move a few inches with difficulty.

The flames were almost reaching the canvas overhead, crackling and popping, and the heat was stinging the skin.

"Sir! This mirror is too heavy! Let's avoid the fire first!" Zhu Quan couldn't help but shout.

Shen Molan spoke in an unquestionable tone, "This is a newly assembled 'vaginal speculum' that must be moved."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Quanding and the other two did not hesitate any longer. They used all their strength to move the sphenopalatine scope outwards with great difficulty.

Just as Zhu Quan felt his hands and feet twitching, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

It was as subtle as a venomous snake's tongue brushing past, too fast to reach the brain and form a "danger" signal... Then, an extremely ruthless force suddenly grabbed his cervical spine and twisted it violently to the side!

Click!

A clear cracking sound rang out amidst the crackling flames, and the world in Zhu Quan's eyes instantly tilted and blurred...

Ding Si instantly felt Zhu Quan, who was lifting the mirror, loosen his grip, and the entire weight of the mirror fell on him. He couldn't help but shout, "Zhu Quan, what are you doing...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ding Si saw Zhu Quan's head snap off and his body collapse to the ground.

Ding Si's hair stood on end. He threw away the mirror and was about to draw his gun. The moment his fingers touched the holster, he felt an invisible hand press down on his wrist as he drew the gun, the immense force causing his finger bones to crack under the strain.

Another unseen hand emerged ghost-like from the shadows beside his neck, holding a sharp dagger, which flashed with a cold light as it slashed towards his neck.

puff!

Blood splattered.

Ding Si's head was severed, flying two meters away before rolling several times on the ground, blood still gushing from the severed neck.

Bang!

Almost simultaneously, gunshots rang out.

However, Shen Molan fired a shot into the void behind Ding Si from the Colt M1911 pistol that she had been holding tightly in her hand.

Although the shot missed, it caused the air to freeze for a fleeting moment.

"As expected... something followed us in."

Shen Molan's icy voice, however, was like a needle, piercing through the cacophony of the flames.

She didn't look at the dead Ding Si and Zhu Quan, nor did she search for anything unseen. Her gaze was fixed intently on the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of her.

The mirror, which had been smashed to the ground because of the deaths of Ding Si and Zhu Quan, was still swaying slightly.

The mirror reflected the burning tents, her standing figure, Zhu Quan's collapsed body, and Ding Si's headless corpse.

It also revealed... behind Ding Si, in that originally empty space, a human-shaped silhouette, holding a sharp blade, its movement frozen in the instant it was about to swing.

Like a drop of ink that shouldn't be in a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Alarm bells rang in Xie An's mind instantly!

He followed Shen Molan's gaze and suddenly looked at the mirror.

The "self" in the mirror is staring at Shen Molan outside the mirror from a strange "third perspective," through the crimson firelight and flickering shadows.

Is this a vasectomy mirror?

Can it reflect your own shadow?

Although it was just a dark silhouette, with no visible features, it was indeed seen…

It's important to know that Xie An used his last three points of Corpse Demon Essence to raise his Shadow talent to level two. This allows him to conceal himself even in low-light conditions.

Xie An didn't target Shen Molan as his first kill target, but instead chose to kill Zhu Quan and Ding Si in a double kill... He thought that if all three of them had guns, he could kill one more enemy instantly, thus reducing the risk of being shot.

The soldiers in the army are all skilled marksmen, and once they fire... it's no joke.

Once we've dealt with Zhu Quanding and Si, it will be much easier to handle the remaining Shen Molan. At least we won't have to worry about others taking sneak attacks.

Xie An thought he had been cautious enough, but he never expected that this woman would have some kind of voyeuristic mirror. It could even reflect his own shadow...

This Shen Molan is truly extraordinary; she's a dangerous character.

Xie An's hair stood on end, and without a word, he ran towards the back of the mirror. He figured that as long as he wasn't in the direction the mirror was reflecting... the shadow would still be effective.

A cold yet fervent smile slowly curved Shen Molan's lips.

She reached out, grasped a hidden mechanism on the side of the heavy frame, and gently turned it.

"Click."

A slight mechanical turning sound.

The back of the mirror is not a wooden board, but another smooth mirror surface.

This is... a two-way mirror!

In this way, Xie An, who was behind the mirror, was once again reflected as a blurry human figure.

"I've found you."

Shen Molan's voice carried the satisfaction of a hunter finally locking onto his prey. She loosened her glasses and swiftly raised her Colt M1911.

The dark muzzle of the gun, through the drifting gray smoke and scorching heat, was precisely pointed at the shadow that revealed Xie An's silhouette.

The flames leaped simultaneously in the mirror and in front of her gun.

It illuminated her cold, smiling eyes.

It also reflected Xie An's suddenly contracted pupils.

The tents were burning, and time stood still under the gun barrels—

Bang!

Shen Molan pulled the trigger on Xie An.

Xie An immediately raised his left hand to protect his head, rolled on the spot, and twisted his waist to transfer all his strength to his right hand, throwing the dagger in his palm out hard.

The dagger was not aimed at Shen Molan.

Rather... it was the thick, solid mirror surface!

Although Xie An had reached the Copper Tendon Realm and possessed immense strength, and his thrown daggers were both fast and ruthless, it was still impossible for him to kill a living person from six or seven meters away.

Moreover, Shen Molan is clearly a trained fighter; she knows how to dodge and weave...

On the contrary, the mirror became Xie An's biggest obstacle.

Even if it means taking a bullet, as long as it doesn't hit a vital spot... smashing this mirror is worthwhile! Even if being hit by a bullet severely reduces my combat effectiveness, I can at least use the shadows to leave this place.

If Xie An can shatter this mirror, his chances of winning and surviving tonight will increase exponentially.

On the brink of life and death, Xie An made his choice.