After making up his mind, Yang Jian did not hesitate. Even though he had already gone deep down the red-carpeted corridor, he still had to find out what had happened in this room and why it was playing the cursed melody from the music box.
With a creak.
Yang Jian pushed the door open and entered the room. Within the third level of his Ghost Domain, he slipped inside as silently as a ghost.
Perhaps the sound of the door opening had alerted her, or perhaps the qipao woman playing the piano had sensed something entering the room. Her perfectly curved figure stiffened slightly, and the piano notes she played became halting and unstable.
Yang Jian watched his surroundings as he approached the qipao woman. He wanted to see the front of that figure and confirm whether she was really a ghost.
If she was a ghost, then what connection did she have with the music box?
Yang Jian encountered no interference as he approached. His Ghost Eye gave no warning, and he suffered no inexplicable attack. After getting close to the qipao woman, he even caught a faint, unfamiliar fragrance.
It was the scent of perfume coming from her body. It was very light, but undeniably real.
"That's impossible."
Soon, he saw the woman in the red qipao sitting on the stool and playing the piano. He saw her face as well, and Yang Jian's pupils contracted in surprise.
This woman was alive.
Moreover, she was a very healthy and beautiful woman. Her fair face, glossy black hair pinned atop her head, and perfect figure beneath the qipao would have made her a beauty in any era.
But her expression was not good.
She was nervous.
It was the tension revealed beneath extreme fear and terror.
The woman bit