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Mysterious Revival

"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.

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I love you

After exploring for so long, Li Jun and the others had thought that although they hadn't successfully completed the plan, they had still created some hope.

In this village with only so many households, as long as their luck wasn't too bad, it wouldn't be difficult to find the Ghost Envoy by simply groping their way forward—of course, that was assuming nothing unexpected happened with the ghost paintings.

But what none of them had expected to find inside this house, suspected of being haunted, were many incredibly bizarre and inexplicable things.

One after another, paper effigies, each incomplete.

Every paper effigy bore the likeness of Leuk San, with a sickly yellow pallor and a lifeless gaze. On what remained of their expressions were traces of terror mingled with disbelief, creating an especially eerie scene under the greenish glow of Li Jun's Ghost Flame.

One, two, three... a total of five paper effigies.

Leuk San's face grew grave as he counted them.