Offering flowers before the Buddha

"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.

Nyoi-Bo Studio

Mysterious Revival

Vicky_

When Yang Jian left the dormitory and returned to the basketball hall, the once-empty space was now crowded with students huddled in small groups, seemingly discussing the day's events, which added a certain clamor to the otherwise quiet basketball hall.


He frowned slightly, "Why arrange for other students to come here?"


A staff member in charge of staying behind approached Yang Jian immediately, "Mister Yang, it's like this—these students have all had some form of contact with the Ghost Hand painting, and for safety reasons, we've temporarily gathered them together. This way, if anything happens, it will be easier to manage."


"If we let these students wander about, they might bring about a greater impact. After all, we also need to ensure the safety of other personnel."


Yang Jian fixed his gaze on him, "Gather them together to trigger a paranormal event and then die together?"


Chapter 562: Petty Cleverness