Taking advantage of this break before heading to Dadong City, Yang Jian checked his current condition again.
He had awakened today, and after dealing with several Ghost Tamers in such a rush, although he had revived, he did not know exactly what form his revival had taken.
He did not understand his own condition thoroughly enough.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the shadow beneath his feet.
The tall black shadow was cold and eerie. On the Ghost Shadow's face was the outline of a blood-red human face.
That facial outline was identical to Yang Jian's, like a lifelike portrait. It looked as though someone had ripped off a person's face and pasted it on.
"The bloodstained old newspaper?" Yang Jian pondered.
After he awakened, the bloodstained old newspaper had shattered. Its supernatural power had not disappeared; instead, it had been inherited by the Ghost Shadow.
The music box had shattered as well.
Yet the music from that music box had settled deep in his mind instead of vanishing. Yang Jian could feel that terrifying, eerie cursed melody.
Moreover, Yang Jian seemed able to release that melody.
There was no need to pay a price.
Because the Ghost Shadow had already borne that price. Even if the curse erupted in the future, it would kill others instead of him.
"So my body has become the carrier of the Music Box Curse. I can spread the music box's curse to other people. Once they die and the curse finishes erupting, the melody will return to my body."
Yang Jian considered it.
That should be correct.
He had become a human-shaped music box, carrying that cursed music.
That was precisely why the music box had been destroyed. Without supernatural power sustaining it, it was merely a very old object that