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_

"Damn Yang Jian, stabbing his own girlfriend like that, do you have to be so vicious, I was just kindly reminding you."


At this moment, Jiang Yan lay alone on the ground, on the verge of tears. She had just barely escaped a ghost attack, only to be wounded by the person she loved most. Perhaps this was her fate.


Blood was flowing from her abdomen, with every movement bringing tear-like pain.


But Jiang Yan didn't blame Yang Jian, because he had already said he couldn't tell who the ghost was.


"You have to succeed. Otherwise, my pain would be for nothing." Jiang Yan watched as Yang Jian chased into the ancestral hall, anxious but hopeful at the same time.


As long as this nightmare was over, everything else could be discussed.


Yang Jian locked the door to the ancestral hall, trapping the ghost that had just run inside. He didn't intend to let any escape.


But there were quite a few people in the hall as well.


Chapter 708: Inconspicuous Places