89: Chapter 89 The Mystery of the Headless Ancient Mirror

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A black commercial vehicle stopped in front of a high-end villa complex in the North District of Jiangzhou.

The greenery here was exceptionally lush, and every inch of land was worth a fortune.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, Lin Ye sensed an abnormality in the surrounding aura.

At the hour of noon, it should have been the moment of the day with the strongest Yang energy.

However, a thick, grayish-black haze hovered over this detached villa.

Sunlight shone upon the glazed tiles of the villa, refracting an unhealthy, ghastly white.

Several prized Buddhist pine trees inside the courtyard walls had their branches and leaves withered and fallen off in large areas.

A breeze blew past, and the fallen leaves spun on the ground, producing an eerie friction sound.

"Such heavy death aura. Not even insects dare to chirp in this place."

Ayugu followed behind Lin Ye, sniffing, and her expression turned extremely ugly.

Leng Yue wore a set of black clothes and a pair of oversized sunglasses.

She stood on the left side of Lin Ye, with not a trace of expression on her exquisitely beautiful face.

In her eyes, this level of resentment could not even be considered an appetizer.

Frost Star was unusually quiet today.

The little girl pressed closely against Lin Ye's leg, her heterochromatic pupils staring at the tightly shut vermilion gate of the villa, with a hint of vigilance faintly showing deep within her eyes.

Su Qinghan walked at the very front, entered the password, and pushed open the courtyard door.

There was a huge koi pond in the center of the courtyard.

The originally clear pond water had now become extremely turbid, with over a dozen top-grade red-and-white koi floating on the surface.

Their fish scales had fallen off, and the foul, reeking fishy stench of the water went straight to one's head.

Not only that, those dead koi were not lying on their sides; instead, they stood vertically in the turbid water with their heads down and tails up.

Each fish's eyes abruptly protruded, staring fixedly in the direction of the villa's main door.

As Lin Ye and the others approached, those dead fishes actually moved along with the subtle fluctuations of the current, turning their bodies in unison to aim those countless pale fish eyes at everyone's ankles.

The stone lions on both sides of the villa's steps appeared ferocious and distorted under the shroud of shadows.

When Lin Ye passed by, he keenly noticed that something seemed to be stuffed into the mouths of the stone lions.

He stopped to take a look; they were the carcasses of several air-dried small birds.

Their heads had been neatly severed, and their bodies were violently crammed into the throats of the stone lions, leaving only a charred section of claws exposed outside.

Lin Ye instructed the fat man behind him in a low voice:

"This place has been completely enclosed into a hunting ground by the thing inside the mirror. In its eyes, the people of the Shen family are already cured bacon laid out on a cutting board."

The fat man shivered. He always felt a chilly sensation at the back of his neck, as if a pair of long legs covered in barbs were slowly sliding down his collar into his spine.

Without panicking, Lin Ye drew out a Sanyuan Fengshui compass from his tactical backpack.

The compass was held flat in his palm, and the magnetic needle inside the heavenly pool vibrated violently like it had gone mad, pointing rigidly toward a certain room on the first floor of the villa.

"The main hall's White Tiger position, the baleful aura is locking the formation."

Lin Ye put away the compass and strode toward the main entrance of the villa.

The main door was ajar.

Pushing the door open and entering, no lights were turned on in the spacious living room.

Heavy curtains completely blocked out the light.

On the genuine leather sofa in the living room sat an elderly man with graying hair and a Tang suit.

The elderly man's eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his complexion displayed an alarming bluish-gray.

He held a string of little-leaf sandalwood Buddhist prayer beads in his hand, and his fingers trembled incessantly.

This was none other than the leading figure of Jiangzhou's antique circle, Mr. Shen.

Hearing the footsteps, Mr. Shen lifted his head with difficulty.

Seeing Lin Ye and his party behind Su Qinghan, a faint glimmer of hope ignited in the elderly man's eyes.

"Qinghan... Is this the expert you invited?"

Mr. Shen's voice was hoarse, accompanied by a fit of violent coughing.

He took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth, and when he pulled it away, a shocking pool of dark black blood was abruptly left on the white handkerchief.

"Mr. Shen, don't speak, save this breath."

Lin Ye strode to the front of the sofa, pressed his sword fingers together, and pointed a finger right at the center of Mr. Shen's eyebrows, the Yintang acupoint.

A trace of pure Pure Yang True Qi was forcibly instilled.

The elderly man's entire body trembled, and a long-lost ruddy complexion surfaced on his bluish-gray face. His violently heaving chest finally calmed down a bit.

Lin Ye withdrew his finger and surveyed the gloomy space around him.

"Where is that Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix bronze mirror?"

Mr. Shen caught his breath, tremblingly raised his right hand, and pointed toward a mahogany door at the end of the first-floor hallway.

"It's... it's in the collection room. Ever since the incident last night, I had people lock the door tightly with iron chains. There is something inside... something is knocking on the door!"

The fat man tightened his grip on the pig-slaughtering saber at his waist and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Ye-zi, this old man's Yintang is so dark it's about to drip ink. The evil spirit in that mirror is probably already fully formed."

"Fully formed is just right, saving me the trouble of searching everywhere for clues about the Yinshan Sect."

Lin Ye strode toward that mahogany door.

Several circles of thick iron chains were wrapped around the door, hanging with a large brass lock.

From the bottom of the door crack, a viscous dark red liquid was slowly oozing outward, emitting a pungent rust odor.

Lin Ye didn't touch that lock.

He withdrew his right leg half a step back, and his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force.

The formidable power of the Pure Yang Dao Body was infused into his leg, and he kicked fiercely right at the center of the mahogany door.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar.

The sturdy mahogany door, along with those circles of iron chains, was kicked into pieces by this violent force.

Pieces of wood and the lock splashed into the collection room, knocking over several antique display shelves.

The scene inside the collection room was completely exposed to everyone's eyes.

There were no windows, and several dim wall lamps were lit around the room.

On the red sandalwood base in the very center, an ancient bronze mirror standing as tall as half a person stood quietly.

The back of the mirror was carved with intricate Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix totems.

However, the eyes of those flying birds were entirely filled with a dark red substance.

The mirror surface was extremely turbid, exuding a demonic bluish-gray glow.

Lin Ye stood outside the door, his gaze piercing directly at the mirror surface.

In his field of vision, what that mirror reflected was not the room's reflection at all.

Deep within the mirror surface, a sea of blood rolled and churned.

Countless headless, broken corpses struggled and sank in the bloody water.

And right in the center of the mirror surface.

A massive black spider with a distorted woman's face was sprawled on the inner side of the mirror.

That Human-faced Spider had its eyes tightly closed, and the corners of its mouth split into an eerie arc.

Eight long legs covered in barbs tightly clasped the edge of the mirror surface, and black spider silk continuously spewed from its mouthparts.

This Human-faced Spider was frantically devouring the remaining living Qi of the living people inside this villa of the Shen family.

"How audacious. To use such a baleful entity that gathers resentment to harm human lives, these lackeys of the Zheng family deserve to be killed."

Lin Ye backhanded and drew the lightning-struck peach wood sword from behind his back.

One hundred and eight ancient copper coins burst forth with a crisp dragon roar in the gloomy room.

Scarlet-golden Pure Yang firelight flowed along the sword groove, instantly illuminating the entire collection room.

The Human-faced Spider inside the mirror seemed to sense this fatal threat.

It suddenly opened those pale-white eyes, piercing through the bronze mirror surface to stare fixedly at Lin Ye standing at the doorway.

"Hisss!"

A sharp, miserable scream emanated from inside the mirror.

The bronze mirror surface vibrated violently.

A visible crimson ripple gushed out from the mirror, transforming into countless sharp crimson threads that came strangling toward Lin Ye's face from all directions, covering the sky and earth.

"Insignificant tricks."

Lin Ye stood in place, advancing instead of retreating.

His left hand pinched a Three Yang Subtle Fire Talisman, and with a light flick of his wrist, the talisman paper spontaneously ignited in the wind.

"Jade Purity primal azure, the true talisman proclaims the alliance. Break for me!"

The burning talisman transformed into a crimson fireball, smashing fiercely against that sky-filling web of blood threads.

Pure Yang karmic fire and the baleful Qi of blood collided fiercely in mid-air, erupting with a deafening roar.

Fire sparks splashed everywhere, and the blood threads broke inch by inch, dissipating into foul-smelling black smoke.

Treading the Nine Purple Gang Steps, Lin Ye's figure transformed into a black lightning bolt, instantly piercing through the dissipating black smoke and approaching that ancient bronze mirror.

He held the lightning-struck peach wood sword high, aiming at the Human-faced Spider sprawled on the inner side of the mirror, and brought it down fiercely from the air with the momentum of a thunderbolt!