Mysterious Revival

Setting aside Wang Xiaoming's plan, Yang Jian currently had only three methods to deal with the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box. Board that supernaturally haunted bus once again. Make his own demands after completing a trade with the Ghost Cabinet. Information on human skin paper. Besides these three, Yang Jian felt that the method of returning to Caesar Hotel to pursue Xiang Lan and the secret of the Eight-Tone Music Box was too elusive. Not to mention the high level of danger, he didn't know how much time it would take, or if he might even end up trapped in that ghostly place. Once the curse erupted, he would undoubtedly die. At this very moment. In a villa complex on the outskirts of the city, Yang Jian sat alone in Villa Number Eight, contemplating. In front of him was still the large amount of compensation He Tianxiong had left when he departed... It was a pile of gold, along with some asset contracts. But now Yang Jian had lost interest in these things, after all, originally he had wanted money just to take care of some affairs after his death. Now that everything had been arranged properly, additional assets seemed superfluous; he didn't have a life left to spend and enjoy them anyway. "The three plans, in order, should be to put the Ghost Cabinet's plan first, the human skin paper second, and the bus last," Yang Jian considered for a while before making his arrangements. As for why the bus plan was the last option, it was because he also felt that the probability of dying upon boarding the bus was very high. Wang Xiaoming's words were somewhat credible after all. The plan involving the Ghost Cabinet was the most secure because Yang Jian knew the trading rules of the Ghost Cabinet. As long as the Ghost Cabinet could fulfill its part, the matter would be settled, though, of course, it was a bit of a hassle. "Find the person in the photograph? The deadline is one year." Yang Jian was still holding the photograph in his hand. "A year's deadline to find the person in the photograph... ample time, seemingly a simple task, yet now that I think it through, it hides a deep trap. What if this person doesn't exist at all in the world? How would I search? Am I expected to conjure a person out of thin air to offer to the Ghost Cabinet?" "And the person in the photo is suspected to be the same as in the ghost painting, but the ghost painting isn't completely her, just a painting after all. Is she the Ghost Bride I encountered on the bus last time? Or do I need to collect all the puzzle pieces to reach my goal?" Yang Jian's gaze flickered: "That shouldn't be possible. The request I made last time was to find Zhao Lei, which was a simple task. The Ghost Cabinet wouldn't suddenly escalate the difficulty of the task so much, so I don't need to collect all the puzzle pieces. It's very likely that finding the puzzle pieces would be enough. As long as I relay the positions of the puzzle pieces to the Ghost Cabinet, the task would be considered complete." After some thought. He figured that the task was quite challenging because he did not know if the person in the photograph was indeed the ghost in the ghost painting. If so, he had no idea how many puzzle pieces of the ghost existed. Therefore, the only help he could seek up to this point was one thing. Human skin paper. Yang Jian put down the photograph, his gaze shifted, and he looked back at the gold box. Truth be told, he was quite wary of it; within the information hid terrifying traps that one could easily fall into with a single careless step. And if one did fall into a trap, it meant death. The only time there wasn't a trap might have been during the Ghost Coffin incident in Huanggang Village. Could the human skin paper be afraid of the Ghost Envoy, worrying about being consumed by them? Or is it afraid of being permanently suppressed by the Ghost Envoy, losing this bizarre ability completely? "I can't trust Wang Xiaoming, nor can I trust the human skin paper, but to survive, I have to make a choice," Yang Jian put on his gloves. The specially made gloves could isolate the supernatural; he was always this cautious. After opening the box, he took out the human skin paper. The dark brown human skin paper still showed no change, folded in a way that it was inconspicuous. But a strange, chilly aura was always perceptible. This thing was indeed somewhat sinister. "My name is Yang Jian, and by the time you read this, I'm already dead..." On the human skin parchment, eerie black script emerged, forming a complete sentence that appeared before Yang Jian. But that was all there was. Normally, the human skin parchment didn't require questioning, and not even threats were needed, it would always seemingly reveal future information on its own. The key was whether it was willing to divulge that information. "Don't give useless information; I need to know how to break the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box. Spare me the threats, I don't have many chances to choose from this time. If I can't find answers from you, then you will have completely lost your value to me," Yang Jian spoke as if he was conversing with an unknown supernatural entity or questioning a ghost that dwelled within the human skin. Whether his words had any effect was unknown, but the script on the human skin continued to emerge. Following the previous sentence, new script surfaced on the human skin, "The reason I died was that I was cursed by the Eight-Tone Music Box at a certain moment. At twelve o'clock on the night of the twenty-fifth, the curse will erupt on time. I couldn't dispel the curse. If you can see this, remember not to open that music box, don't ever do it." Yang Jian's expression darkened. It seemed to be an outdated piece of information since he had already opened the Eight-Tone Music Box. However, based on the date, he would die from the curse of the music box at twelve o'clock on the night of the twenty-fifth. Calculating from now, he had three days left to live. The time was not ample but not short, either. It was an average number of days among those who had been cursed before. His luck hadn't been so bad that he couldn't survive even two days. But quickly, new content surfaced beneath this outdated piece of information. The black script was eerie, as if a vengeful ghost had written it, "I tried to use various methods to resolve the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box in my last period of time, but unfortunately, they all failed. Nevertheless, I acquired some information related to the curse of the music box; I had analyzed the melody of the music box." Quickly. The following black traces appeared on the human skin, but they didn't form words. Instead, they resembled a music score, with musical notes on it. "The melody of the Eight-Tone Music Box?" Yang Jian thought for a moment and took a photo with his phone, which might be useful. Even though he had no clue about music scores. "Today is the twenty-fourth. I tried to replay the melody of the Eight-Tone Music Box using different instruments and consulted some people. I concluded that this melody is most likely played on the piano. I'm wondering if the curse comes from the music box? Or a particular piano?" A piano? Yang Jian's gaze flickered slightly. Caesar Hotel room 71? But the script on the human skin continued to emerge, "On the evening of the twenty-fourth, I tried to enter a place I had visited before, looking for a certain room's piano. I encountered some perils and almost died, but I eventually found it. However, I heard two other distinct melodies coming from that piano at the room's door." "Two melodies?" Yang Jian paid attention to this information. He had heard the piano piece from room 71. The first melody was the Eight-Tone Music Box tune played by the mysterious woman, Xiang Lan. The second was a strange lullaby played by the ghost in the room. Could there be a third melody? "But I failed. I didn't lift the curse, yet it seemed I had grasped a trick. Maybe combining the three different melodies into one piece of music could produce an unexpected effect." "The reason for my failure wasn't because I didn't dare to play the piano in that room, it was that I simply couldn't play." "..." At this moment, Yang Jian felt like he was being played by the human skin parchment. The script continued to emerge, "This plan failed, but I inadvertently discovered some terrifying secrets about that place. I'm about to die, with no time left. I left there, seeking new methods... On the twenty-fifth at midnight, I failed and died from the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box." All the script then began fading away swiftly, as if Yang Jian in that future moment truly did as the human skin described, searching for the secrets of room 71 at Caesar Hotel, only to choose the wrong plan, wasting time and ultimately dying under the curse. However, after all the script vanished, new script emerged, "My name is Yang Jian, and by the time you read this, I'm already dead... I faced many dangers and endured terrifying events. Most of all, beware the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box; I nearly died from that curse once." "Hmm?" At this moment, Yang Jian's expression tensed because the information on the human skin parchment had changed, it didn't say he was dead, but that he had nearly died from the curse. In other words, a possibility to survive had emerged.