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.

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Mysterious Revival

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Huang Ziya looked at Yang Jian, who was motionless, seemingly lost in thought, and couldn't help but speak, "If you can't think of any reason, stop trying. At this point, surviving is what's most important. And are you really okay like this? After all, you're left with only half a head; will it always be like this?"


Even the most tolerant people couldn't bear to have someone with half a head moving around them.


Yang Jian's stiff, icy corpse moved slightly, but he was analyzing the situation before him, "The attack I suffered earlier doesn't seem like a supernatural event; it felt like a targeted assault. I was walking in the street and talking on the phone when suddenly, I suffered a bizarre attack. The attack happened in two stages: first, it moved my head, and then it split my head in two."


"The purpose of this attack was clear, to kill me in one blow without giving me any chance to survive."


Chapter 585 Speculation