"Who am I?"
In the eerie, silent Guangjiang Residential Area, a confused, somewhat stiff voice drifted faintly through the air.
The voice came from a young man standing inside a metal coffin.
Strictly speaking, he was no longer a living person, but a dead man—a man who had been dead for quite some time. Yet for some reason, he had awakened today and still possessed a certain degree of consciousness. Whether that consciousness belonged to a living person, however, was impossible to say.
"Who... am I?"
Another murmur sounded, filled with confusion and bewilderment.
"He woke up."
But this disturbance made Xu Feng's heart pound in terror. Even Gu Cheng's face darkened as intense unease surged within him.
There was no doubt about it. Yang Jian was not dead. He was still alive.
But how was that possible?
There had clearly been no sign of life just now. And the fact that he had sealed himself inside the coffin was enough to prove that something had gone terribly wrong with him and that he had needed to end himself.
But why?
Why could Yang Jian still wake up?
Shouldn't it have been a case of a ghost reviving?
Gu Cheng's expression was grim. He felt that things had suddenly become troublesome. He should have left by now, taking advantage of Yang Jian's abnormal state.
But now, it seemed he could no longer leave.
He was currently inside Yang Jian's Ghost Domain. It was no longer a matter of simply leaving whenever he wanted.
"Who am I?"
"Who am I?"
Yang Jian stood motionless inside the coffin, still murmuring. It was as though he had lost all his memories, his mind reduced to blankness. He seemed to be trying to recall something, but the moment he did, countless memories surfaced in