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_

After Yang Jian had locked the out-of-control Wei Jing in the fourth sub-level of the laboratory, he didn't rush to leave.


He had Wang Xiaoming investigate the entire incident to understand what had happened after he'd been deprived of his consciousness.


"That's all I can tell you about the incident," Wang Xiaoming said, "If you have any questions, you can investigate them yourself. You're better at this than I am."


Wang Xiaoming added, "All right, you can leave now; I need to deal with Wei Jing's situation."


Yang Jian said, "I'm taking the Eight-Tone Music Box with me."


Even though he had almost died from the curse of the music box, he still planned to keep this dangerous item.


If one day he could find a way to break the curse of the music box, perhaps there might be some unexpected gains.


"Suit yourself," Wang Xiaoming didn't care.


Chapter 657: Chasing the Traces