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_

"Hello? Hello, Yang Jian, are you going to talk? What were you trying to say just now? Hello..."


At the headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was on the call, discovered that suddenly there was no sound coming from Yang Jian's side. The conversation had cut off mid-sentence, and the phone line had not disconnected, nor had the signal been affected in any way.


"Yang Jian, are you still there? Hello."


Cao Yanhua called out several times, but there was still no sound from Yang Jian on the other end of the phone.


He frowned and subconsciously assumed that Yang Jian had deliberately moved the phone away, not wanting to continue the conversation with him, especially since he hadn't been satisfied with what had been said just before.


Chapter 575: The Released Curse