Yang Jian's current state was very peculiar.
His body had completely died, becoming a headless corpse lying on the ground, yet his consciousness remained clear. He could think, retained all his memories, and was certain of his identity, but that seemed to be the extent of it.
Other than being able to think, he was like someone in a vegetative state, unable to make any movement whatsoever.
Even his eyes could no longer see. Everything around him was pitch-black.
This was not a bad thing. On the contrary, it was a good thing.
At least this meant Yang Jian did not have to worry about someone taking away his corpse, nor did he have to worry about the Music Box Curse in his hand or the ghost candle beside him being stolen.
Anyone who was not a Ghost Tamer simply would not know the value of those things. No one would care about a bit of worn-out rubbish by the roadside.
But this state absolutely could not continue forever.
"I have to think of something." Yang Jian began to think calmly.
The first thing he could be sure of was that the sudden, terrifying attack from earlier would not happen again. Even if it really did happen again, he did not need to worry.
Because Yang Jian had already proven with his life that the Music Box Curse could ensure that he did not die under those circumstances.
Besides that, the Music Box Curse would temporarily take effect as well, so he did not need to worry about that problem for now.
There was only one thing he needed to do.
Find a way to recover.
Yang Jian tried to control his mouth and speak. He remembered that there should be a satellite positioning phone by his side. If he