Taboo Mage - Chapter 171 - A Strange Encounter in the Mirror

to the wall. I don’t believe anyone could dig him out!”

After saying this, the two bodyguards shakily ran downstairs and soon came back with a bucket of cement. It’s in situations like this that people’s morals are trampled underfoot.

Together, they sealed the man in camouflage pants into a wall. The scene was gruesomely cruel. Even though I have seen ghosts and demons, facing such evil in real life still filled me with undeniable fear.

The two worked quickly, and in less than half an hour, a wall was erected. The fatty’s gaze then turned to Li Zhiqiang, who was cowering in a corner.

I then noticed that Li Zhiqiang, limping on one leg, was hiding in the shadows. He saw the fatty’s gaze and seemed to realize what was coming next. Dragging his broken leg, he frantically crawled toward the stairs.

But he had moved less than half a meter when one of the bodyguards quickly approached and viciously twisted his broken leg.

Li Zhiqiang screamed in pain. The fatty, holding a wooden stick, slowly walked over and said something to Li Zhiqiang before bringing the stick down sharply.

Li Zhiqiang’s screams vanished into the emptiness of the large building.

I stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time, experiencing firsthand the fear and pain Li Zhiqiang felt before his death, as if I had lived through it myself, my body trembling, enveloped in a profound fear.

Suddenly, the surrounding scene shifted. I barely had time to regain my composure when the image flickered and I found myself in a familiar place.

I recognized this place-it was the Village Chief’s courtyard.

Li Zhiqiang continued to walk forward slowly, and I followed closely behind him, watching as he stepped through the gate and walked straight to the main house, pushing open the door.

I hurried to catch up. Inside the main room, I heard familiar sounds of commotion. Suzhen was sitting on the floor, crying and shouting. Beside her, Li Zhiqiang, dressed in camouflage, had rolled up his pant legs and was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head lowered, obscuring his expression.

“Where’s your money! You’ve been working outside for so long and you haven’t brought back a single cent! How am I supposed to live with the kids? How can we live!?”

The argument stemmed from a lack of money-a reason that applies to ninety percent of households.

There’s an old saying: money isn’t everything, but without it, you can’t do anything.

Suddenly, Li Zhiqiang grew furious, standing up from the bed and sweeping a teacup off the table. Suzhen paused momentarily, then her crying and shouting intensified. She accused Li Zhiqiang of having an affair and claimed that all the money he earned went to another woman.

Li Zhiqiang couldn’t tolerate this. He threw down a challenge: “I’ll go get the money now! If I can’t bring back any money, I won’t come home for the New Year!”

With that, he charged out of the room.

The scene lingered for a moment on Suzhen, sitting on the floor, her head lowered as she wiped her tears.

I rubbed my aching forehead; it seemed that it was this moment that marked the last time Li Zhiqiang ever returned.

Eventually, the surroundings gradually faded away, and I found myself back on the street, with Li Zhiqiang beside me, lost deep in thought, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

For a moment, I almost forgot that I was standing next to a man who was already dead.

My gaze instinctively drifted toward the end of the street, where I suddenly noticed that the white candle had burned down significantly, and it looked like it was about to extinguish. I widened my eyes and dashed toward the end.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept in, causing the candle’s flame to flicker wildly before it eventually went out…

“Damn it! Let me out! Let me out!”

I pounded frantically on the mirror, but there was not a hint of a response.

Suddenly, the street behind me began to warp. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but I was very clear that if I couldn’t escape from here, I would be trapped forever.

Standing behind me, Li Zhiqiang’s suit seemed to ignite, gradually turning to ash. His face grew paler and paler, and his eyes turned blood-red.

I stared wide-eyed at the sudden change. It seemed that Li Zhiqiang’s memories had come to an end, and now he… he wanted to…

He wanted to trap me here, to keep me with him for all eternity!

Damn it! The moment I realized this, it was already too late. Li Zhiqiang’s hands reached out toward me like iron claws.

In a panic, I fumbled around my body and suddenly felt the compass in my pocket. A wave of joy washed over me!

I quickly retrieved the compass, bit my finger to draw blood, and smeared it across the center of the compass. Then I pointed the compass directly at the approaching Li Zhiqiang.

The compass radiated a golden light, and Li Zhiqiang was forced back several steps, hesitating to come any closer.

Seizing this opportunity, I turned and shouted, “Village Chief! Uncle Li! Don’t sleep! I’m going to be killed by him!”

Outside the mirror, the Village Chief lay still, unmoving. The white candle had fallen to the side, and the red string that had been tied around the candle was now lying on the ground.

It seemed that placing my hopes on the Village Chief was no longer an option. Moreover, the compass in my hand could only hold out for so long. Was I really going to die here this time? I had escaped Du Jun’s murder, only to perish like this!

As I was thinking, Li Zhiqiang suddenly darted behind me, his hands tightening around my throat.

The sensation of suffocation washed over me again. Without the strength to fight back, the compass clattered to the ground.

“Stay with me… just stay here, and keep me company…”

Li Zhiqiang finally spoke, and those chilling words sent a shiver down my spine.