Yang Jian stood motionless atop the deserted clock tower at this moment. At the top of the tower, there was a small compartment housing an antique wooden cabinet. The style of the cabinet was ancient and filled with a sense of the bygone era, yet its red paint looked as if it had just been applied, crimson and vivid, as though it had been soaked in fresh blood.
There was an indescribable eeriness about it.
Even in broad daylight, standing under the sun, one could still feel an abnormal chill when near the cabinet.
Having written his note, Yang Jian had already stuffed it inside the Ghost Cabinet, now staring motionlessly, awaiting the Ghost Cabinet's response.
He had roughly figured out the trading rules of the Ghost Cabinet from last time, simple yet terrifying.
The first time Yang Jian initiated the trade with the Ghost Cabinet, the rules were clear: both sides would propose conditions and fulfill each other's demands.