Yang Jian looked at the newly appearing words on the human-skin paper and immediately became more alert, his expression turning exceptionally serious.
This time, the information on the human-skin paper had not declared him doomed. In other words, the Music Box Curse was not inevitably fatal; there was a way to break it.
The bus plan had now been ruled out.
The Caesar Hotel plan had been ruled out.
If the human-skin paper's plan was too difficult and too dangerous, then Yang Jian would have to consider the Ghost Cabinet again.
Sitting on the sofa, Yang Jian looked at the human-skin paper in his hand. Black writing emerged upon it, forming a new message.
"The Music Box Curse is terrifying. I tried many methods, but none of them worked. I felt despair and had even prepared myself to die. Yet just as my life fell into its darkest moment, someone appeared."
"His name was Wang Xiaoming."
".Yes, it was him who saved me and helped me escape the Music Box Curse."
"What kind of joke is this? After going in circles, you've kicked the ball over to Wang Xiaoming?" Yang Jian's face immediately darkened.
Yet the writing stopped there, and no new words appeared.
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. He sensed that this seemingly simple information revealed something extraordinarily complicated and unsettling.
This message from the human-skin paper confirmed that Wang Xiaoming had a way to resolve the Music Box Curse, trying to make him trust Wang Xiaoming.
However, Yang Jian had always known that some traps existed within the human-skin paper's messages.
But this message pointed toward Wang Xiaoming. It seemed there was no trap—or perhaps the trap still existed, only not on the human-skin paper's side, but on Wang Xiaoming's. Perhaps Wang Xiaoming intended to use this opportunity