Before the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box arrived, Yang Jian had already made preparations to deal with it.
Whether it was the plan, the coffin, or the weapons, everything had been sorted out in a short period of time.
The reason for such a rush was that Yang Jian could not be certain if the curse outbreak time revealed by the human skin paper was accurate. If he were to respond just in time and some accident occurred halfway through, what then?
Any joke can be made, except for those concerning life.
Especially one's own life.
Yang Jian dealt with the curse outbreak a day in advance, and now he had moved the coffin into the safe house's secret chamber. Then, with his newly fashioned spear, the blood-stained newspaper, and his mobile phone, he closed the door and lay down inside the coffin.
To prevent the phone from running out of battery, he also specially brought a power bank.
Afterward, he lifted the heavy metal coffin lid that was beside him and slowly closed it.
