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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Wang Shanshan was still so aloof, and beneath the nighttime lights, her skin appeared so pale it was almost transparent, bloodless yet not ghastly. Having studied dance since she was young, her every step seemed to carry a grace and lightness, making it hard to imagine that such a special girl could exist in this world.


But who could possibly imagine what she had gone through to become this way.


"I didn't see you at the gathering today," Yang Jian said, walking beside her, suddenly breaking the silence.


"My dad called me to go, but I wasn't interested, so I didn't. Plus, I don't like crowded places. I prefer to come out for a stroll at night; I rarely go out during the daytime," Wang Shanshan explained.


Yang Jian replied, "That's not good, you should get out more and not see yourself as an outsider."


"I like it this way, and I think it's quite nice," Wang Shanshan retorted.


Chapter 733: The Mutation of the Corpse