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Mysterious Revival

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

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Chapter 137 Trapped

By this time, Shangguan Yun had finished washing his face.

The nosebleed had almost stopped, and when he looked in the mirror again, he suddenly froze, his eyes revealing a shocked expression.

Because there was no reflection of himself in the mirror in front of him.

"What's going on here?"

Shangguan Yun looked at himself in the mirror, waved his hands, and walked a few steps left and right.

But no matter what he did, his reflection couldn't be seen in this huge glass surface.

It was as if he didn't exist in the mirror at all.

"That's impossible."

Shangguan Yun was puzzled; he looked at the faucet, the sink basin, even the vanity countertop—all these things could be seen in the mirror, but he himself couldn't appear in it.

In this mirror, there was just an empty space, as if he didn't exist at all.

"Am I hallucinating from blood loss, or have I encountered something evil?"