At this moment, Yang Jian took the initiative to lift the coffin lid.
He saw the corpse of the old man lying in the coffin.
The corpse was the same as before, without any change. The old man lay peacefully, motionless, as if the commotion in the coffin just now was merely an illusion.
But regardless of what abnormal changes had occurred in the coffin earlier.
Now, there was only one path laid out in front of Yang Jian.
At this moment.
The Ghost Shadow had already stood up. The tall, black Ghost Shadow's face had an image branded onto it, as if drawn with fresh blood — a face that was identical to Yang Jian's. This was the residue of the blood-stained old newspaper, now part of the Ghost Shadow Puzzle, granting it the ability to alter others' memories.
With the departure of the Ghost Shadow, Yang Jian's body had already lost sensation, and he collapsed to the ground like a corpse with a thud.
