"Who... am I?"
Eerie and tranquil, a confused and slightly stiff voice eerily wafted through the Guanjiang Residential Complex.
This voice came from a youth standing inside a metallic coffin.
Strictly speaking, this was no longer a living person, but a dead one, someone who had been dead for quite some time. It was unknown why he had awakened today, and he still possessed some degree of consciousness, but whether this consciousness belonged to a living person was not known.
"Who am I?"
Again, a low murmur rose, filled with confusion and bewilderment.
"He woke up…"
Yet such activity caused Xu Feng to feel a heart-racing terror, and even Gu Cheng's face was full of grave concern, which surged with intense unease.
Without a doubt, Yang Jian was not dead; he was still alive.
But how could this be possible?
