After several attempts, Yang Jian's plan to use the Ghost Cabinet to resolve the Music Box Curse had fallen through.
Of his three backup plans, only one remained: trust Wang Xiaoming and let him find a way to lift the curse. Although Headquarters had already agreed to handle the matter, Yang Jian had never truly trusted Wang Xiaoming.
If I have to try Wang Xiaoming's plan, then at the very least, I need the Ghost Cabinet to help me deal with the traps in it, Yang Jian thought.
Using the Ghost Cabinet to foresee danger in advance and avoid it accordingly was currently the most feasible method.
He thought for quite a while.
Only then did Yang Jian realize that this seemingly simple problem was actually very difficult. He had already wasted several sheets of paper.
For example: Help me resolve the traps in Wang Xiaoming's plan.
If he wrote that, the Ghost Cabinet might indeed do it. But what if the plan itself failed? What if he did not die in a trap, only to die from the Music Box Curse instead?
He wrote another line: Help me survive tomorrow's plan.
If he wrote that, Yang Jian might survive in the end, but perhaps only as a consciousness preserved by the Ghost Cabinet's curse, turned into some strange aberration.
"Dealing with the Ghost Cabinet isn't as simple as it seems. You never know exactly how it will affect you, so perfection is impossible. No matter what request you make, you still have to bear the risks yourself."
Yang Jian shook his head slightly, irritably crumpled the note in his hand, and threw it away.
Soon.
His gaze shifted, and he directly wrote a sentence on the paper: "I want to be alive in one month to make our next