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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Watching the middle-aged man named Sakai's head leave his neck and fly off, in that moment, everyone realized that true terror had already arrived at their side. Perhaps the ghost hadn't appeared yet, but it had already started killing.


Yang Jian even doubted himself; if the person who had just been attacked had been him, could he have withstood that kind of assault?


The blood began to flow from the severed neck of the body on the ground, quickly pooling around it. However, Sakai's bodily condition obviously wasn't very good, the blood was very thick, not like that of a healthy living person, but rather like that of a severely ill patient.


And without its head, Sakai's body didn't just die. On the contrary, there were signs of continued activity.


Chapter 656: The Lit Candle