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_

Yang Jian was chopped in half at the waist and clumsily collapsed onto the ground, his blood flowing everywhere.


At this moment, his body was rapidly cooling, and his heartbeat was gradually stopping. After sustaining such severe damage, his body was dying again quickly, but Yang Jian's consciousness still existed. He was alive in an incomprehensible way and hadn't died from the bizarre cut of the Firewood Knife.


"Sure enough, Xiong Wenwen's prediction was right. If I had rashly approached this ghost, I would have been killed on the spot," he muttered.


The remaining upper half of Yang Jian was struggling; he lifted his head to look in the direction where the tall male corpse was departing, his expression changing uncertainly.


Is it that touching this ghost is not allowed, or is it just because I got too close?


Chapter 605: The Identity of the Shadow