Yang Jian stood motionless atop the deserted clock tower. At its peak was a small compartment containing an old wooden cabinet. Its style was antiquated and steeped in age, yet the red paint on it looked freshly applied—scarlet and vivid, as if it had been soaked in blood.
An indescribable sense of eeriness surrounded it.
Even in broad daylight, standing beneath the sun, one could still feel an unusual chill near the cabinet.
The note he had written had already been stuffed into the Ghost Cabinet. Yang Jian stared at it without moving, waiting for its reply.
He had more or less figured out the Ghost Cabinet's trading rules during their last encounter. They were simple, yet terrifying.
Yang Jian's first attempt had initiated this trading game with the Ghost Cabinet. The rules were simple: both sides made demands, then fulfilled them.
It sounded mutually beneficial, almost like friendly cooperation.
But in reality, living people simply could not afford to trade with the Ghost Cabinet. After every transaction, it raised the stakes, and the demands became increasingly difficult until the trader died and the next trader appeared.
There was a way to stop the transaction: after completing the task assigned by the Ghost Cabinet, one simply gave up the right to make a request.
It was equivalent to exchanging two conditions for one condition and taking a loss.
Yang Jian had not known that when he first traded with the Ghost Cabinet, so he suffered a loss. He had interrupted a trade and paid an extra condition.
He felt it was best not to interrupt trades with the Ghost Cabinet early on. It would be better to stop decisively after two or three transactions. However, the previous user of the Ghost Cabinet had left no information regarding this.
Perhaps that