The shadow kept moving closer to Yang Xiao's shadow, clearly aiming to repeat the trick and strangle him to death. Yang Xiao couldn't understand why it didn't just use the nearby gun and crossbow arrow, which would be more straightforward.
Even taking out the Ghost Lantern to disperse the ghostly shadow was useless now; the middle-aged man in front of him would kill him too. Suddenly feeling an ice-cold sensation from his pocket, Yang Xiao seemed to remember something, and at the instant the ghostly shadow reached for his neck, he pulled out the copper mirror from his pocket. The next second, the middle-aged man only saw a blur, and Yang Xiao's figure vanished instantly.
"You might escape, but can your friends do the same?"