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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After making up his mind, Yang Jian hesitated no longer, even if it meant continuing deep along the corridor carpeted in red, he needed to figure out what exactly happened in this room and why the cursed chime of an Eight-Tone Music Box would play.


Accompanied by the creak of a door opening.


Yang Jian pushed the door open and entered, moving as quietly as a specter into the room while within the third layer of the Ghost Domain.


Perhaps alerted by the sound of the door, or because the woman playing the piano had noticed something entering, her body, with its perfect curves, stiffened slightly, and the piano music she was playing became intermittent and unstable.


Yang Jian surveyed his surroundings while approaching the woman in the cheongsam, intending to see her face and determine whether she was indeed a ghost.


If she was a ghost, what connection might she have with the Eight-Tone Music Box?


Chapter 603 Xiang Lan