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_

A taxi came from the direction of the airport and dropped off two passengers near the Guanjiang Residential Complex. After the two got out, the taxi quickly departed.


The person leading was rather silent. He walked ahead, his pace neither fast nor slow, heading towards the direction of the Guanjiang Residential Complex.


It was difficult to clearly see the man's face; it was waxen, ashen, with strange wrinkles and devoid of any sign of life, emitting a coldness even in broad daylight, resembling a moving corpse. If it weren't for the fact that he could still speak, probably no one would dare approach such a being.


However, if Yang Jian were here, he would recognize him.


This man was none other than Leuk San, whom he had met several times before at the headquarters.


He had flown from the headquarters to Dachang City, and it seemed he was specifically looking for Yang Jian.


Chapter 720: The Two People Who Came Looking