Yang Jian brought the ghost child back to the suburban villa. He felt that he should get some proper rest. Although the music box's curse had not lasted long, it had tormented him for several days. Listening to the notes of death every day was not pleasant.
More than physical exhaustion, it was mental torment.
An ordinary person would probably have suffered an emotional breakdown and gone mad long ago.
"Looks like Liu Xiaoyu has already left." After Yang Jian opened the door and entered, he found the villa empty.
A pile of gleaming gold bars still sat on the coffee table in the main hall. They were the compensation He Tianxiong had given him back then, but they had been left there without being put away, giving off a rather mindless display-of-wealth feeling.
"I remember the basement in this house is a small workshop." Yang Jian recalled something, picked up several gold bars, and headed downstairs.
The basement contained all kinds of smelting tools as well as many molds. It had been where He Tianxiong used to make tools for himself. With melted gold and ready-made molds, anyone could create some rather special implements, which were used to contain fierce ghosts.
After all, the people from the Friends Circle were different from Headquarters. They did not have Headquarters' logistical support, so they had to figure out more things themselves. Unlike Yang Jian in the past, who only needed to make a phone call for Headquarters to immediately deliver a box for imprisoning ghosts.
Yang Jian fiddled around on his own for a while.
When he came back out, he had an empty golden sphere in his hand, somewhat like a gold bell.
Putting the human skin paper inside it was no simple matter. Yang Jian also made a fairly