As described on the human-skin parchment, the Eight-Tone Music Box curse on Yang Jian would erupt precisely at midnight tonight.
The current time was eleven fifty.
Ten more minutes until the final deadline, but in the fifth sublevel of this laboratory, incomprehensible anomalies had already begun to surface several hours before.
The Ghost Coffin vibrated incessantly, seemingly indicating the resurrection of a malevolent spirit within, a spectral entity struggling in the coffin, attempting to break free.
Without the Ghost Envoy, the Ghost Coffin was merely relying on a faint remnant of Supernatural Power, which seemed incapable of fully suppressing whatever was inside. As the coffin shuddered and jarred, it became increasingly fractured, and by now, it was severely damaged with over a dozen gaps.
Yet through these gaps, one couldn't discern the interior of the Ghost Coffin; they were plugged by blackened hands, freakish and terrifying to behold.