Death and Conflict

Most people in this world were probably curious about what their own deaths would look like. Yang Jian was no exception.

But he was rational.

Because Yang Jian worried that this so-called foresight was actually a curse released by this strange hand-cranked projector. The so-called scenes of death might have been caused by this machine. It was the source of death, and the images of the future had all been fabricated—false.

However, after watching those people use it earlier and making his own observations, some of his doubts had been dispelled.

A curse was possible, but unlikely.

Besides, even if there was a curse, Yang Jian was still within the term of his deal with the Ghost Cabinet.

As Yang Jian used it.

The strange hand-cranked projector began playing footage again. Once the image was projected onto the wall, something incomprehensible happened. The footage was no longer black and white, but entirely crimson, as if it had been dyed red with blood. And that red was actually beginning to seep out of the image.

Blood dripped onto the floor.

"What?"

Everyone was shocked by the sight. Some could not help standing up.

President Mishima was stunned as well. He was familiar with this machine, yet such an anomaly had never occurred before. It had always shown perfectly normal black-and-white scenes of death.

"This has never happened before. It is clearly just blood in the footage, yet it has appeared in reality. What is going on?"

"Is this an unusual image?"

"There's more and more blood."

The quiet banquet hall became somewhat noisy. More and more blood seeped from the wall, staining both the screen and the floor red as it spread outward.

"Blood again."

Yang Jian frowned. This blood felt familiar.

It resembled the ghost blood left behind after his