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_

"Captain Zang, the situation here has been confirmed..."


In the lobby of the first floor of Shangtong Tower, a staff member was reporting the situation through a walkie-talkie.


Several special operatives in suits waited nearby, surrounding a safe that seemingly contained something particularly valuable.


After communicating with Zang Hua, the staff member received confirmation.


"You may go up, but this private encounter is your own initiative--we take no responsibility for any consequences," the staff member said with utmost seriousness.


"Thank you for your trouble, much appreciated," the leader replied, bowing deeply.


Zang Hua put down the walkie-talkie; "Yang Jian, the identities of the people downstairs have been confirmed."


"Who are they?" Yang Jian asked while eating his breakfast.


Chapter 644: Bizarre Porcelain