Chapter 618: Chapter 615: A New Trap
Yang Jian looked at the new characters that erged on the skin parchnt and imdiately perked up, becoming especially serious.
Because this ti, the information on the skin parchnt didn’t spell death for him, which ant that the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box was not necessarily fatal; there was a way to break it.
Now, the plan involving the bus had been dismissed.
The plan involving Caesar Hotel had been dismissed.
If the skin parchnt’s plan was too difficult or too dangerous, then Yang Jian would have to reconsider the Ghost Cabinet.
Sitting on the sofa, Yang Jian looked at the skin parchnt in his hands, where the black characters surfaced, forming a new ssage.
"The curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box is terrifying. I tried many thods, but in the end, none of them worked. I felt despair and had even prepared for death. However, just when my life fell into the darkest pit, soone appeared.”
"His na was Wang Xiaoming.”
“…Yes, it was him who saved , who helped escape the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box.”
"What a joke, after all that, you’re passing the buck to Wang Xiaoming?” Yang Jian’s face instantly darkened.
However, the characters stopped here and no new ssage erged.
Yang Jian’s gaze flickered as he felt that this seemingly simple information was actually very complicated and unsettling.
The ssage on the skin parchnt confird that Wang Xiaoming had a way to resolve the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box, convincing him to believe in Wang Xiaoming.
However, he was always aware that there were certain traps within the ssages of the skin parchnt.
But this ssage from the skin parchnt pointed to Wang Xiaoming, as if there were no traps, or perhaps the traps still existed, not on the skin parchnt’s side, but on Wang Xiaoming’s side—the Wang Xiaoming who might be trying to exploit this opportunity for plans and calculations unknown to him.
As a result, Yang Jian beca even more wary of Wang Xiaoming.
"But what if the skin parchnt did it on purpose?” Yang Jian had another thought.
If Wang Xiaoming was not the problem, its ssage only served to increase his doubts and guard against him, indirectly leading him to abandon Wang Xiaoming’s plan, then make other arrangents, which in the end could get him killed…
Besides, other plans could also be useful.
Like continuing the trade with the Ghost Cabinet, or as previously revealed by the skin parchnt, going to room 71 of Caesar Hotel to confirm the three different musical lodies, and trying to combine them into a complete song.
After all, he now had the music score of the Eight-Tone Music Box.
If he started to learn the piano now, it should still be possible, not resulting in death from not being able to play the piano, as the skin parchnt had stated.
Yang Jian gradually fell into silence.
He felt that the problem he faced this ti was more serious than the previous ones, because this ti the skin parchnt had brought Wang Xiaoming into the picture, adding an uncertainty that made choosing even harder, and it involved the gambits between people.
In other words,
The skin parchnt, Yang Jian, and Wang Xiaoming had ford so complex interconnections.
Yang Jian did not trust the skin parchnt, nor did he trust Wang Xiaoming.
Likewise, Wang Xiaoming certainly didn’t trust the skin parchnt, nor did he trust Yang Jian.
Although the skin parchnt was not trusted, it had value, and this value was certainly useful to Yang Jian and definitely to Wang Xiaoming as well.
"That day at headquarters, I lent the skin parchnt to Wang Xiaoming for half an hour in exchange for a Ghost Candle. What information did the skin parchnt reveal to him in that half hour? What did Wang Xiaoming see during that ti?”
Yang Jian was certain that Wang Xiaoming must have seen so very special information during that half an hour with the skin parchnt.
That kind of information would be impossible for a smart person to believe, so back then, Yang Jian didn’t care much, thinking it wouldn’t matter if Wang Xiaoming had contact with the skin parchnt.
Just like the parchnt saying a friend you know will die tomorrow.
For soone who had just co into contact with the skin parchnt, they would find it laughable and would hardly believe it. Even if they did believe it sowhat, it would be with deep skepticism.
Wang Xiaoming’s situation was certainly the sa, so at that ti, he promptly returned the skin parchnt without any intention to keep it for himself.
But what if… Your friend really dies the next day?
Then the person who had been in contact with the skin parchnt would start to take its ssages very seriously.
Wei Jing’s experint failure, the release of the Ghost Envoy, these were his miscalculations.
"Would confronting Wang Xiaoming in person help clarify things?” Yang Jian pondered this question again.
But he quickly shook his head slightly.
Because he simply didn’t trust Wang Xiaoming; even if he was telling the truth, Yang Jian might take it as a lie to dismiss it. And Wang Xiaoming was very clever, and clever people have one major flaw — they never let others know their true thoughts.
After all, the human heart is impenetrable; no one can truly place their life in soone else’s hands, especially not Yang Jian.
"Having only showed the human skin manuscript to Wang Xiaoming for half an hour, has it already set a trap? Even though the human skin manuscript has already returned to my hands, the trap it set still exists. Even if I’m not afflicted by the curse of the Eight-Tone Music Box this ti, the next ti I encounter sothing else, the information on the human skin manuscript will similarly leave the problem with Wang Xiaoming.”
Yang Jian furrowed his brows deeply.
In other words, there’s trouble brewing with Wang Xiaoming, and I’m bound to encounter it sooner or later.
The car carrying Wang Xiaoming sped away, vanishing at another intersection.
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