Chapter 617: Chapter 614 The Wrong Plan
Setting aside Wang Xiaoming’s plan, Yang Jian currently had only three methods to deal with the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box. .
Board that supernaturally haunted bus once again. Fresh chapters posted on novｅlfire.net
Make his own demands after completing a trade with the Ghost Cabinet.
Information on human skin paper.
Besides these three, Yang Jian felt that the method of returning to Caesar Hotel to pursue Xiang Lan and the secret of the Eight-Tone Music Box was too elusive. Not to mention the high level of danger, he didn’t know how much time it would take, or if he might even end up trapped in that ghostly place. Once the curse erupted, he would undoubtedly die.
In a villa complex on the outskirts of the city, Yang Jian sat alone in Villa Number Eight, contemplating.
In front of him was still the large amount of compensation He Tianxiong had left when he departed… It was a pile of gold, along with some asset contracts.
"The three plans, in order, should be to put the Ghost Cabinet’s plan first, the human skin paper second, and the bus last,” Yang Jian considered for a while before making his arrangements.
As for why the bus plan was the last option, it was because he also felt that the probability of dying upon boarding the bus was very high.
Wang Xiaoming’s words were somewhat credible after all.
The plan involving the Ghost Cabinet was the most secure because Yang Jian knew the trading rules of the Ghost Cabinet. As long as the Ghost Cabinet could fulfill its part, the matter would be settled, though, of course, it was a bit of a hassle.
"Find the person in the photograph? The deadline is one year.” Yang Jian was still holding the photograph in his hand.
"A year’s deadline to find the person in the photograph… ample time, seemingly a simple task, yet now that I think it through, it hides a deep trap. What if this person doesn’t exist at all in the world? How would I search? Am I expected to conjure a person out of thin air to offer to the Ghost Cabinet?”
"And the person in the photo is suspected to be the same as in the ghost painting, but the ghost painting isn’t completely her, just a painting after all. Is she the Ghost Bride I encountered on the bus last time? Or do I need to collect all the puzzle pieces to reach my goal?”
Yang Jian’s gaze flickered: “That shouldn’t be possible. The request I made last time was to find Zhao Lei, which was a simple task. The Ghost Cabinet wouldn’t suddenly escalate the difficulty of the task so much, so I don’t need to collect all the puzzle pieces. It’s very likely that finding the puzzle pieces would be enough. As long as I relay the positions of the puzzle pieces to the Ghost Cabinet, the task would be considered complete.”
He figured that the task was quite challenging because he did not know if the person in the photograph was indeed the ghost in the ghost painting. If so, he had no idea how many puzzle pieces of the ghost existed.
Therefore, the only help he could seek up to this point was one thing.
Yang Jian put down the photograph, his gaze shifted, and he looked back at the gold box.
Truth be told, he was quite wary of it; within the information hid terrifying traps that one could easily fall into with a single careless step. And if one did fall into a trap, it meant death.
The only time there wasn’t a trap might have been during the Ghost Coffin incident in Huanggang Village.
Could the human skin paper be afraid of the Ghost Envoy, worrying about being consumed by them? Or is it afraid of being permanently suppressed by the Ghost Envoy, losing this bizarre ability completely?
"I can’t trust Wang Xiaoming, nor can I trust the human skin paper, but to survive, I have to make a choice,” Yang Jian put on his gloves.
The specially made gloves could isolate the supernatural; he was always this cautious.
After opening the box, he took out the human skin paper.
The dark brown human skin paper still showed no change, folded in a way that it was inconspicuous.
But a strange, chilly aura was always perceptible.
This thing was indeed somewhat sinister.
"My name is Yang Jian, and by the time you read this, I’m already dead…” On the human skin parchment, eerie black script emerged, forming a complete sentence that appeared before Yang Jian. But that was all there was.
Normally, the human skin parchment didn’t require questioning, and not even threats were needed, it would always seemingly reveal future information on its own.
The following black traces appeared on the human skin, but they didn’t form words. Instead, they resembled a music score, with musical notes on it.
"The melody of the Eight-Tone Music Box?” Yang Jian thought for a moment and took a photo with his phone, which might be useful.
Even though he had no clue about music scores.
"Today is the twenty-fourth. I tried to replay the melody of the Eight-Tone Music Box using different instruments and consulted some people. I concluded that this melody is most likely played on the piano. I’m wondering if the curse comes from the music box? Or a particular piano?”
Yang Jian’s gaze flickered slightly. Caesar Hotel room 71?
But the script on the human skin continued to emerge, “On the evening of the twenty-fourth, I tried to enter a place I had visited before, looking for a certain room’s piano. I encountered some perils and almost died, but I eventually found it. However, I heard two other distinct melodies coming from that piano at the room’s door.”
"Two melodies?” Yang Jian paid attention to this information.
He had heard the piano piece from room 71. The first melody was the Eight-Tone Music Box tune played by the mysterious woman, Xiang Lan. The second was a strange lullaby played by the ghost in the room. Could there be a third melody?
"But I failed. I didn’t lift the curse, yet it seemed I had grasped a trick. Maybe combining the three different melodies into one piece of music could produce an unexpected effect.”
"The reason for my failure wasn’t because I didn’t dare to play the piano in that room, it was that I simply couldn’t play.”
“…” At this moment, Yang Jian felt like he was being played by the human skin parchment.
In other words, a possibility to survive had emerged.