Although Yang Jian had never used the burial shroud before, he believed it would not disappoint him. After all, it was a supernatural item collected by Headquarters.
"So, how should I wrap this ghost up?"
Yang Jian did not rashly touch the burial shroud. He first put on gloves before taking it out.
The gloves were made of gold and could block supernatural influence. He did not want to touch the burial shroud directly without caution. What if this thing suddenly attacked him and wrapped him up instead?
"Nothing unusual." Yang Jian held the light, weightless burial shroud in his hand, and nothing unexpected happened.
But then, he had a bold idea.
If he wore gloves and directly snatched the strange hatchet from the ghost's hand, could he avoid being attacked?
It sounded rather reckless, but perhaps it might actually work.
After all, there was a good chance it would.
"Forget it. What if the corpse and that strange hatchet are two separate ghosts? If I take the hatchet and break some kind of balance, things might get even worse. It's safer to wrap up the corpse first, then put on the gloves and take the hatchet afterward. It would be the same."
Yang Jian quickly dismissed those immature ideas.
Although the Eight Tones Music Box curse allowed him to make certain mistakes, he could not guarantee that he would survive every mistake.
Having thought it through, Yang Jian no longer hesitated.
Holding the burial shroud, he continued approaching the corpse. This time, he was bolder and walked to within one meter behind the tall, rotting corpse.
The stench of decay washed over him, making Yang Jian slightly uncomfortable.
The corpse continued trudging forward with heavy, stiff steps, showing no reaction at all to Yang Jian's proximity.
"So it really