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.

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Mysterious Revival

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In Dachang City's new district, nestled within a commercial and residential complex called Guanjiang Residential Complex, stood a luxurious five-story villa.


It was only dusk, the sky had not yet completely darkened, but the villa had already turned on all its lights, illuminating the vicinity like daylight, and could be seen from a distance, strikingly conspicuous.


A woman slowly descended the stairs. She appeared to be in her late twenties, wearing a long sweater dress and black high heels, with a curvaceous figure and an impressive curve outlined at her front, exuding a full-fledged femininity, her beautiful face sporting a smile.


"Jiang Yan, did you get a message from President Yang just now?" Zhang Liqin asked while walking.


Seated on the sofa, watching TV and snacking, Jiang Yan immediately checked her phone, "No, I didn't get a message from Yang Jian."


Chapter 640: Picking Someone Up