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

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Having just left the room — confirmed empty — the sound of a piano began to play once again.


The melody differed from that of an Eight-Tone Music Box; it was a piece of music Yang Jian had never heard before. His unfamiliarity with Western piano music left him unable to recognize the tune, yet it was soothing in its ethereal reverberations. It somewhat resembled a foreign lullaby, albeit slightly altered upon the lullaby's framework, casting an eerie and darkly oppressive sensation.


"Is there something wrong with that piano, or is there actually a ghost in the room?"


At this moment, Yang Jian felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine. He had entered the room just a short while ago and hadn't detected any anomalies, not even a reaction from the ghost within his body; everything seemed perfectly normal.


Chapter 604: Incomprehensible Peril