Just as the human skin paper had described, the Music Box Curse within Yang Jian would erupt precisely at midnight tonight.
It was now 11:50 p.m.
There were ten minutes left until the final deadline, yet incomprehensible abnormalities had already appeared several hours earlier on the fifth underground level of this laboratory.
The ghost coffin shook incessantly. It seemed that a ghost inside was reviving, struggling within the coffin and trying to escape.
Without the Ghost Messenger, the ghost coffin seemed unable to completely suppress the thing inside with only its residual supernatural power. After repeated tremors and impacts, the coffin became increasingly damaged. By now, its body was badly broken, with more than a dozen gaps in it.
Yet it was impossible to see inside the ghost coffin through those gaps. Each opening was plugged by blackened palms, one after another, looking bizarre and terrifying.
Meanwhile, the portrait belonging to Yang Jian on the memorial tablet that had fallen beside the ghost coffin continued to seep blood.
The black, filthy old memorial tablet had been completely dyed red, as though it had been soaked in blood. Thick blood clung to its surface like a coat of bright red paint, vivid in an unnatural way.
Blood continued to seep out, covering the black portrait and dripping onto the floor, where it formed a small, strange pool.
The pool gradually spread and deepened. The portrait seemed to float upon it, rising and falling as if it could sink at any moment.
Wang Xiaoming watched this phenomenon, his brows furrowing as a grave look appeared in his eyes.
Even he could not understand what was happening. There was no basis for it, no precedent. Everything had occurred suddenly, completely exceeding the expectations of the experimental plan.
"Eight minutes left." He checked the