Yang Jian was already prepared to deal with the music box curse before it came.

Whether it was the plan, the coffin, or the weapons, everything was completed in a short period of time.

The reason why he is in such a hurry is because Yang Jian is not sure whether the time of the curse revealed by the human skin paper is accurate. If he really responds according to the time, what if something unexpected happens midway?

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You can make any kind of joke, but you can't make jokes about life.

Especially your own life.

Yang Jian was prepared to deal with the outbreak of the curse a day early. He now transported the coffin into the secret room of the safe house, then took the newly made spear, the old blood-stained newspaper, and his mobile phone switch

Good door, lying in the coffin.

In order to prevent his mobile phone from running out of power, he also brought a power bank with him.

Then, he lifted up the heavy metal coffin board next to it and slowly closed it.

Yang Jian designed the coffin lid into a chute style, which was also an arrangement to prevent him from losing control and easily escaping from the coffin.

"Crack!"

The sound of a heavy metal slot sounded, and the coffin lid was sealed.

In such a closed environment, a living person would quickly suffocate to death.

But Yang Jian didn't care. If he could get through this, he wouldn't be considered alive when he woke up and wouldn't need breathing or oxygen at all.

A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of depression came over me.

It seemed like I was back to the time when I was hiding in a body bag in Huanggang Village.

There was no darkness in the coffin; a layer of red light shrouded the small space.

Yang Jian used the ghost domain to check the sealing of the coffin.

My craftsmanship is pretty good.

Once this metal coffin is covered, it can even isolate the ghost realm. After all, the interfaces are made of gold, and no corners are cut. There is no problem in being used to imprison evil ghosts.

"Since everything is OK, then everything begins."

After Yang Jian lay down, he took a slight breath and picked up the old blood-stained newspaper with both hands.

The strange newspaper is densely filled with lines of handwriting of different sizes.

"I am Yang Jian."

He wanted to use the supernatural power contained in the blood-stained old newspaper to remind him of his identity, so that he could retrieve his own memories in a few days, instead of his consciousness dissipating and his memories becoming someone else's memories.

Just like people who were punished in ancient times.

Yang Jian covered his face with the old newspaper.

The old newspaper with blood was very strange. It stuck to Yang Jian's skin in an instant, directly covering his eyes, nose, and mouth, leaving only the outline of his facial features.

I couldn't breathe, it was very uncomfortable.

Feeling like he was suffocating, Yang Jian opened his mouth and subconsciously tried to take a breath of air. As a result, the newspaper was dented and stuck tighter.

Although this bloody old newspaper looks fragile, it is actually very difficult to tear.

Yang Jian's entire face was covered with no gaps left.

But he is not suffocated yet, he is still conscious, and even if he is really suffocated, he will not die, because the curse of the music box is still echoing in his mind. No matter how serious Yang Jian is until this curse stops,

He will not die even if he is injured, even if his head is cut in half, he will still survive.

"let's start."

Yang Jian thought for the last time and checked it again. After making sure there was no problem, he reached out and pulled out the coffin nails that had been nailing the ghost shadow.

No.

Now it is not a nail in the coffin, but a spear full of cracks.

Once removed.

The suppressed complete ghost figure immediately resumed action.

soon.

Yang Jian's body control was taken away, and he returned to the state he had in Mingyue Community. His body was out of control, but his consciousness was awake.

At the same time, the situation of ghosts invading consciousness appeared again.

Yang Jian felt a cold and strange thing trying to engulf his consciousness, but all this was blocked by the ringing of the music box.

Just as expected.

Supernatural confrontation creates a fragile balance.

This process will continue until the curse of the music box ends. Until the curse breaks out, everything will change dramatically.

that's all.

Yang Jian, whose face was covered with blood-stained old newspapers, lay cold and stiff in the coffin he made himself, like a corpse, waiting for time to simmer and slowly rot.

No one can imagine it.

This seemingly ordinary corpse actually still has consciousness. If the plan succeeds, the consciousness will return and replace the ghost, becoming a ghost with the consciousness of a living person.

Time passed little by little.

Yang Jian's body remained motionless, and everything fell into deathly silence.

But the next morning.

There was a faint light in the dark and cold coffin.

The light came from a mobile phone next to Yang Jian's body.

There is a text message on the phone.

The person who sent the text message is...Feng Quan.

But by that time Yang Jian didn't know all this and couldn't pay attention to it.

Feng Quan's text message was not sent to just one person, Yang Jian, but to a group of people. The target of this group message was the entire team members of Yang Jian, and the content of the text message only had two words.

"Help!"

This is actually a distress message.

Inside the Shangtong Building in the early morning.

The ones on duty today are Tong Qian and Zhang Han.

"What's going on? Tong Qian, did you receive it? It's a text message from Feng Quan. He actually sent a distress message." Zhang Han was very shocked. He looked at the message on his phone and checked it repeatedly, and found that it was indeed correct.

It's not a spam message, nor was it sent by mistake on purpose.

"I also received."

Tong Qian frowned. He was using the headquarters' satellite positioning mobile phone, which could directly confirm the identity of the person who sent the text message.

"It does belong to Feng Quan, and he is in Dachang City, but the location information shows that he is still moving and has not reached the city yet."

Zhang Han's expression changed: "The captain is not here now, what should we do now?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Only Tong Qian knew about Yang Jian hiding in safe house No. 1, but he would not be stupid enough to leak such intelligence information everywhere, so he only told Zhang Hanyang

I have to go on a business trip for a few days and won't be back for a while.

"Yang Jian is not here, I will be in charge here. Since Feng Quan sent a distress message, I naturally wanted to go over and have a look." After Tong Qian finished speaking, she stood up and prepared to leave.

Zhang Han was startled for a moment: "But we don't have a ghost domain. It's not easy to provide support from such a long distance."

Tong Qian said: "What is the ghost realm and not the ghost realm? We are human beings, don't we know how to drive there? Yang Jian uses the ghost realm indiscriminately because he is special. How can ordinary ghost controllers withstand such unscrupulous behavior?

Don’t you think you’ll die quickly enough when you use supernatural powers?”

"But I remember that the company was equipped with a helicopter some time ago, so I went to Zhang Hua to ask."

Zhang Hua is the liaison officer sent from the headquarters.

He is responsible for coordinating Yang Jian's handling of supernatural events, and is also responsible for providing support in all aspects.

"There is indeed a helicopter, do you need to use it?" Zhang Hua heard Tong Qian said she wanted to travel and immediately confirmed the situation.

"Yes, I need to use it now. The situation may be urgent." Tong Qian said.

Zhang Hua nodded and said: "No problem, I will arrange it immediately. The helicopter will take off immediately in three minutes. Please rush to the apron."

"Thank you."

After Tong Qian finished speaking, she immediately took the exclusive elevator and headed to the apron on the top floor.

Zhang Hua also immediately informed the pilot to prepare for takeoff.

"Is it just the two of us? Huang Ziya, Li Yang, don't you need to call them over?" Zhang Han said with some worry on the way to the helicopter.

"Don't worry too much. Let's go over and check the situation first. It's unlikely that there will be a large-scale supernatural event near Dachang City. Feng Quan's positioning signal has been moving. I tried to send him a message, but he didn't reply, so I haven't confirmed the authenticity.
To be continued...