Before the Music Box Curse arrived, Yang Jian had already made preparations to deal with it.
Whether it was the plan, the coffin, or the weapons, everything had been arranged in a short time.
He had rushed because he could not be certain whether the time of the curse's outbreak revealed by the human-skin paper was accurate. What if something unexpected happened if he waited until the exact moment to respond?
Any joke could be made, except one concerning life.
Especially his own life.
Yang Jian dealt with the curse's outbreak a day early. He had the coffin moved into the safe house's sealed room, then brought the newly forged spear, the bloodstained old newspaper, and one of his phones inside. After locking the door, he lay down in the coffin.
To keep the phone from running out of power, he had specifically brought a power bank.
Then he lifted the heavy metal coffin lid beside him and slowly closed it.
Yang Jian had designed the coffin lid with sliding tracks. This was also meant to prevent him from easily escaping from the coffin if he lost control.
Click!
The heavy metal latch snapped into place, sealing the coffin.
In such an enclosed environment, a living person would soon suffocate to death.
But Yang Jian did not care. If he could endure this trial, then when he woke up, he would no longer count as a living person. He would not need to breathe or require oxygen.
A familiar yet unfamiliar sense of oppression washed over him.
It was as if he had returned to the time when he hid inside a body bag in Huanggang Village.
The coffin was not dark. A layer of red light shrouded the cramped space.
Yang Jian used his Ghost Domain to check the