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 everyone had left the room, Yang Jian looked at the ghost painting again.


There was no change in the painting, and the ghost inside did not follow them out. This was good news; he could temporarily lock the room and leave the ghost painting there.


Although it was dangerous, he felt that he needed to keep this exit for now because it was the only entrance to the world of the ghost painting that he had control over. There might be a chance to use it later.


"I need to go back and try to make a deal with the Ghost Cabinet," Yang Jian felt that having found the source of the ghost painting should count as fulfilling the trade.


But just to be safe, he reached out and touched the ghost painting.


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