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_

"Why did Yang Jian suddenly release the Ghost Domain out of the blue?"


Huang Ziya, inside her hotel room, wasn't panicked; instead, she was somewhat puzzled. At this moment, she hadn't heard any news about a supernatural event. Although the ghost painting event was severe, it was still in the exploration and searching phase, with no real contact having been made yet.


"Could it be that he got into a fight with someone again?"


Huang Ziya couldn't help but suspect this, knowing a bit about Yang Jian's temperament—he wasn't the easiest person to get along with. There were always some fearless folks who ended up clashing with him, and she wondered what they were thinking.


Probably that their brains weren't working right.


She walked over to the window and looked outside the building.


Chapter 581 Huang Ziya's Move