Mysterious Revival-Chapter 606 - 603 Xiang Lan

Chapter 606 -603 Xiang Lan

After making up his mind, Yang Jian hesitated no longer, even if it meant continuing deep along the corridor carpeted in red, he needed to figure out what exactly happened in this room and why the cursed chime of an Eight-Tone Music Box would play.

Accompanied by the creak of a door opening.

red no interference. His ghost eye gave no warning, and he did not fall victim to any mysterious attacks. Even as he approached the woman in the cheongsam, he caught a faint yet distinct scent of fragrance.

The fragrance was that of a woman’s perfume, subtle but undeniably real.

“This is impossible.”

Soon, he saw the woman in the red cheongsam sitting at the piano, and as he looked at her face, his eyes narrowed with a hint of surprise.

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This woman was alive.

And not just any woman, but a healthy and beautiful one, with a fair complexion, dark hair coiled atop her head, and a perfect figure cloaked in a cheongsam—a beauty in any era.

However, the woman’s face seemed troubled.

It was nervousness.

The kind of tension that seeped through under extreme fear and panic.

Her lips pressed tightly together, her whole body appeared to tremble, yet she resisted the fear and panic, staunchly continuing to play the piano as if there was some compelling reason for her to do so.

Yang Jian just stood beside her, staring at her intently.

His ghost eye scanned over the woman, seemingly confirming something over and over again.

“How can there be a normal, living person here? There’s a ghost wandering in the corridor outside, ready to trigger its deadly pattern at a step on the footprint, and Caesar Hotel has long been sealed off. In this environment, it’s impossible for anyone to survive, let alone have the interest to sit here and play the piano.”

While still immersed in the Ghost Domain, Yang Jian stood beside the woman watching her play the piano, yet she did not notice him at all.

But from the look on her face, she knew he had entered the room.

The sound of a piano started to echo again from room 71 behind him.

But this time, the melody was no longer that of the Eight-Tone Music Box.

Was there a ghost in the room just now?