"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.
The surroundings and buildings were just as familiar as the shopping mall.
But the entire world here seemed to be stained with fresh blood, everything draped in a faint red hue.
Though the Ghost Domain appears small, once inside, the space can expand infinitely. It's like a different dimension, suspended between reality and illusion. Even Yang Jian, who possessed the Ghost Domain, could not deduce in what form it truly existed.
However, at this moment, there was a corpse standing in front of Yang Jian.
A corpse missing an arm, its head twisted in a 180-degree posture.
He recognized this corpse.
It was one of the disciples who had followed Master Luo.
In his thirties, he looked quite young.