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

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As midnight approached, Yang Jian had already arrived next to the Ghost Cabinet in advance.


He didn't want any accidents to happen, so it was better to be cautious.


He checked the time, half an hour to go.


Yang Jian didn't go anywhere and just sat on the bell tower watching the unchanged red cabinet in front of him, waiting for the moment to arrive. This time, he came with a knife, prepared for any eventuality. If the task given by the Ghost Cabinet wasn't too demanding, then he could try to complete it, to give himself a chance to survive in the future.


If it was too demanding, he planned to use the eerie Firewood Knife to split the cabinet tonight.


He wasn't sure if the Firewood Knife could actually split the cabinet that easily.


But under normal circumstances, a knife should be harder than wood and ought to work.


Yang Jian watched the time, and soon, midnight struck.


Chapter 676: A Key