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_

"I've had someone bring over your roommate; once they arrive, I'll leave."


Returning to the dormitory, Yang Jian found that the room had already been cleared out, with many items taken away, especially books and illustrations of that sort.


Although many items were gone, it didn't affect much.


"Do you really have to go? After all, it's already quite late." Miao Xiaoshan said.


Yang Jian didn't say much, just responded, somewhat silently, "As of today, many things are out of our control, you saw what happened earlier."


In the silent dormitory, the atmosphere seemed heavy, utterly devoid of joy for a reunion or having escaped from death.


Breaking the silence was Yang Jian's cell phone.


At this moment, his satellite-positioned phone rang.


Yang Jian thought for a moment but decided to answer the call, wondering if it might be information about the ghost drawings.


"Yang Jian, it's me." Liu Xiaoyu's voice came through.


Chapter 563 Departure