Seeing the words on it appear, he hesitated for a long time.
In the end, Yang Jian did not throw away this brown human skin.
The reason is very simple, because he doesn't want to follow Zhou Zheng's footsteps and dies from the resurrection of the evil ghost.
Although this parchment reveals a kind of evil nature and weirdness, it is an unknown opportunity for Yang Jian. Perhaps this parchment can really reveal some important news to him, and perhaps he can really know the future.
I could feel that leaving this parchment would definitely not be a good thing... but I have no choice at all now. No matter how bad the situation is, it is just a death, and it is better than a revival of the evil spirit.Yang Jian's eyes flashed: And if I were more careful and more careful, maybe the situation wouldn't be too bad.
Gripping his teeth, he rolled the human skin and stuffed it into his pocket.
It has been decided to leave it behind.
now.
Zhang Wei's cell phone in his hand suddenly rang again, and Fang Jing's name was displayed on the phone.
Yang Jian came to his senses at this time and his eyes moved slightly when he saw Fang Jing's name.
He almost forgot that this square mirror was still nearby.
After thinking about it, he still chose to connect.
Hello, Yang Jian, I have given you the stuff, you can't hang up my phone, Ah, hurry, tell me how to leave here, tell me quickly.Fang Jing's voice was very panicked, obviously he was very scared now.
Because now he is alone, and there is no classmate who is traveling with him next to him.
Although he got rid of the footsteps behind him, he was still in the ghost realm. As long as he did not leave the ghost realm, the safety he did was only temporary.
Yang Jian's eyes flashed at this moment, and his mind was thinking quickly.
He decided to use Fang Jing to do an experiment.
Soon, he said: Fang Jing, I will not take the initiative to take you away from here, but I will teach you a method. I survived through this method.
What method, teach me quickly, hurry up.Fang Jing urged.
Yang Jian said: Can you still connect to the Internet on your mobile phone?Now I will post a website address, and you open a forum and find a post posted by a netizen named Thunder and Lightning Dharma King.
After saying that, he sent the address of the forum ghost story he had read before.
Fang Jing quickly received the message and said: I found the post called Thunder and Lightning Dharma King, which is popular.
Open, block others, and turn to the end.Yang Jian said.
Fang Jing's fingers were sweating, he lit the screen of his phone, opened the post, and turned it to the end as he told him.
As soon as he opened it, he trembled all over.
A photo.
The photo shows an old man wearing a long gown, covered in corpse spots, numb and dead, and a dead ashes.
The old man stood outside the glass window, as if passing by.
That's right.
This is the old man knocking on the door outside the classroom before.
Save the photo if you see it or not.Yang Jian said.
OK, OK.Fang Jing swallowed and saved the photo with fear.
After he finished, Yang Jian immediately looked around and paid attention to the situation in all directions.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes... the old man did not show up. He seemed to have left here and didn't know where he went.
But Yang Jian knew that the ghost realm was still there and the old man had not left.
It's just not within the field of view.
After all, the school is so big, it is not surprising that you can't see that thing.
Yang Jian, Yang Jian, you say Ah, I have done what you said, but nothing happened.Fang Jing's voice came from the other side of the phone.
Is the guess wrong? The old man didn't appear outside the classroom because I saw his photo.Yang Jian frowned.
Three assumptions emerged in his mind before.
The Thunder and Lightning King posted in the forum post was in a hospital in a city in another province.
It is at least a few hundred kilometers away from Dachang City.
What is the chance of hitting the same ghost from a hospital in a city in another province to a school?
Yang Jian felt that it was very, very small.
Unless there is only one possibility, the old man was attracted by something.
A signal, a condition, or a person.
So, his first guess was that it was related to Zhou Zheng.
The old man was looking for Zhou Zheng. After all, Zhou Zheng is a ghost controller and must have dealt with ghosts.
But with Zhou Zheng's death, he also saw this old man for the first time, so this assumption can be overturned.
The second guess is that it is related to Fang Jing.
But the old man has not yet appeared and Fang Jing has not died, so it can be ruled out.
Then the third guess...that old man was attracted by himself.
If the assumption is true, then Yang Jian and the old man are involved with the only one who has read this forum story, seen his photos, and heard the knocking sound recorded by the Thunder and Lightning King...
If it isn't a photo, it's the knocking sound.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued to speak: Fang Jing, I saw that the audio file below is not there, click it, this is your chance to leave here.
good.Fang Jing opened the audio file.
Dong, Dongdong... It's dull, like a knock on the door knocking on a person's heart, and it quickly spread in the dark environment.
Fang Jing picked up his phone and illuminated it, and said: Yang Jian, nothing happened...
However, Yang Jian's eyes suddenly shrank and a look of horror appeared on his face.
An old man, an old man wearing a long gown, with a gray face and a corpse spot, appeared on the path of the school green belt. He was stiff and slow, and walked towards Fang Jing step by step.
Sure enough, it appeared...
And it was unreasonable, as if the old man had been standing there all the time.
Damn it, I guessed right. The old man came to me because I had heard the knock on the door... Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.
Yang Jian, hey, Yang Jian, you talk.
Fang Jing didn't know that the old man was walking towards him and continued to ask.
Yang Jian slowly retreated, avoided the old man's vision, and left carefully: Continue to listen to the audio file, don't stop.
Is this really useful?
Fang Jing repeatedly clicked on the audio file and asked.
Dong, Dongdong.
The strange knock on the door kept playing on the phone in his hand.
Although it didn't seem to have any effect, Fang Jing found that there were no more footsteps around him. Although it looked useless, it couldn't be said to be completely useless.
Yang Jian's method should be useful.Thinking of this, Fang Jing felt a little relieved.
But what he didn't know was that behind him, the old man in a black long gown and covered with corpse spots was gradually approaching him.
At this moment, Yang Jian immediately left the green tree, stayed away from the old man, and returned to the previous playground.
The distance is at least several hundred meters, and the square mirror is no longer visible, and the green forest is still there.
Fang Jing, are you still alive?Yang Jian asked suddenly.
Nonsense, of course I am still alive.Fang Jingdao.
Yang Jian said: I'm sorry, I apologize to you, I lied to you.
What did you lied to me?Fang Jing was stunned for a moment, very puzzled.
The old man who appeared outside the classroom and knocked on the door was attracted by me, and the thing was coming to me.
Yang Jian said: I didn’t know it before, but now I know it. The condition that led to the old man’s appearance is related to the audio file. Yes, it’s the knock on the door you just heard.
What?
Fang Jing's heart shrank suddenly, and a look of horror appeared on her face.
This knock on the door can attract the old man, so I just clicked so many times...
Fear surged throughout his body again, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
Bang~!
The body seemed to hit something, cold and stiff.
Looking back, an old man with a dead face and corpse spots looked at Fang Jing numbly.
The body...cannot move anymore.
An old, thin cold palm slowly raised up and gradually covered Fang Jing's face... It was very powerful, and he felt that the bones on his face were being crushed.
Yang, Yang Jian... Fang Jing screamed in horror and resentment from the other end of the phone.
Yang Jian was unmoved and said to the phone: What you taught me, you should not be too naive in life.
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
In the end, Yang Jian did not throw away this brown human skin.
The reason is very simple, because he doesn't want to follow Zhou Zheng's footsteps and dies from the resurrection of the evil ghost.
Although this parchment reveals a kind of evil nature and weirdness, it is an unknown opportunity for Yang Jian. Perhaps this parchment can really reveal some important news to him, and perhaps he can really know the future.
I could feel that leaving this parchment would definitely not be a good thing... but I have no choice at all now. No matter how bad the situation is, it is just a death, and it is better than a revival of the evil spirit.Yang Jian's eyes flashed: And if I were more careful and more careful, maybe the situation wouldn't be too bad.
Gripping his teeth, he rolled the human skin and stuffed it into his pocket.
It has been decided to leave it behind.
now.
Zhang Wei's cell phone in his hand suddenly rang again, and Fang Jing's name was displayed on the phone.
Yang Jian came to his senses at this time and his eyes moved slightly when he saw Fang Jing's name.
He almost forgot that this square mirror was still nearby.
After thinking about it, he still chose to connect.
Hello, Yang Jian, I have given you the stuff, you can't hang up my phone, Ah, hurry, tell me how to leave here, tell me quickly.Fang Jing's voice was very panicked, obviously he was very scared now.
Because now he is alone, and there is no classmate who is traveling with him next to him.
Although he got rid of the footsteps behind him, he was still in the ghost realm. As long as he did not leave the ghost realm, the safety he did was only temporary.
Yang Jian's eyes flashed at this moment, and his mind was thinking quickly.
He decided to use Fang Jing to do an experiment.
Soon, he said: Fang Jing, I will not take the initiative to take you away from here, but I will teach you a method. I survived through this method.
What method, teach me quickly, hurry up.Fang Jing urged.
Yang Jian said: Can you still connect to the Internet on your mobile phone?Now I will post a website address, and you open a forum and find a post posted by a netizen named Thunder and Lightning Dharma King.
After saying that, he sent the address of the forum ghost story he had read before.
Fang Jing quickly received the message and said: I found the post called Thunder and Lightning Dharma King, which is popular.
Open, block others, and turn to the end.Yang Jian said.
Fang Jing's fingers were sweating, he lit the screen of his phone, opened the post, and turned it to the end as he told him.
As soon as he opened it, he trembled all over.
A photo.
The photo shows an old man wearing a long gown, covered in corpse spots, numb and dead, and a dead ashes.
The old man stood outside the glass window, as if passing by.
That's right.
This is the old man knocking on the door outside the classroom before.
Save the photo if you see it or not.Yang Jian said.
OK, OK.Fang Jing swallowed and saved the photo with fear.
After he finished, Yang Jian immediately looked around and paid attention to the situation in all directions.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes... the old man did not show up. He seemed to have left here and didn't know where he went.
But Yang Jian knew that the ghost realm was still there and the old man had not left.
It's just not within the field of view.
After all, the school is so big, it is not surprising that you can't see that thing.
Yang Jian, Yang Jian, you say Ah, I have done what you said, but nothing happened.Fang Jing's voice came from the other side of the phone.
Is the guess wrong? The old man didn't appear outside the classroom because I saw his photo.Yang Jian frowned.
Three assumptions emerged in his mind before.
The Thunder and Lightning King posted in the forum post was in a hospital in a city in another province.
It is at least a few hundred kilometers away from Dachang City.
What is the chance of hitting the same ghost from a hospital in a city in another province to a school?
Yang Jian felt that it was very, very small.
Unless there is only one possibility, the old man was attracted by something.
A signal, a condition, or a person.
So, his first guess was that it was related to Zhou Zheng.
The old man was looking for Zhou Zheng. After all, Zhou Zheng is a ghost controller and must have dealt with ghosts.
But with Zhou Zheng's death, he also saw this old man for the first time, so this assumption can be overturned.
The second guess is that it is related to Fang Jing.
But the old man has not yet appeared and Fang Jing has not died, so it can be ruled out.
Then the third guess...that old man was attracted by himself.
If the assumption is true, then Yang Jian and the old man are involved with the only one who has read this forum story, seen his photos, and heard the knocking sound recorded by the Thunder and Lightning King...
If it isn't a photo, it's the knocking sound.
Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued to speak: Fang Jing, I saw that the audio file below is not there, click it, this is your chance to leave here.
good.Fang Jing opened the audio file.
Dong, Dongdong... It's dull, like a knock on the door knocking on a person's heart, and it quickly spread in the dark environment.
Fang Jing picked up his phone and illuminated it, and said: Yang Jian, nothing happened...
However, Yang Jian's eyes suddenly shrank and a look of horror appeared on his face.
An old man, an old man wearing a long gown, with a gray face and a corpse spot, appeared on the path of the school green belt. He was stiff and slow, and walked towards Fang Jing step by step.
Sure enough, it appeared...
And it was unreasonable, as if the old man had been standing there all the time.
Damn it, I guessed right. The old man came to me because I had heard the knock on the door... Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.
Yang Jian, hey, Yang Jian, you talk.
Fang Jing didn't know that the old man was walking towards him and continued to ask.
Yang Jian slowly retreated, avoided the old man's vision, and left carefully: Continue to listen to the audio file, don't stop.
Is this really useful?
Fang Jing repeatedly clicked on the audio file and asked.
Dong, Dongdong.
The strange knock on the door kept playing on the phone in his hand.
Although it didn't seem to have any effect, Fang Jing found that there were no more footsteps around him. Although it looked useless, it couldn't be said to be completely useless.
Yang Jian's method should be useful.Thinking of this, Fang Jing felt a little relieved.
But what he didn't know was that behind him, the old man in a black long gown and covered with corpse spots was gradually approaching him.
At this moment, Yang Jian immediately left the green tree, stayed away from the old man, and returned to the previous playground.
The distance is at least several hundred meters, and the square mirror is no longer visible, and the green forest is still there.
Fang Jing, are you still alive?Yang Jian asked suddenly.
Nonsense, of course I am still alive.Fang Jingdao.
Yang Jian said: I'm sorry, I apologize to you, I lied to you.
What did you lied to me?Fang Jing was stunned for a moment, very puzzled.
The old man who appeared outside the classroom and knocked on the door was attracted by me, and the thing was coming to me.
Yang Jian said: I didn’t know it before, but now I know it. The condition that led to the old man’s appearance is related to the audio file. Yes, it’s the knock on the door you just heard.
What?
Fang Jing's heart shrank suddenly, and a look of horror appeared on her face.
This knock on the door can attract the old man, so I just clicked so many times...
Fear surged throughout his body again, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
Bang~!
The body seemed to hit something, cold and stiff.
Looking back, an old man with a dead face and corpse spots looked at Fang Jing numbly.
The body...cannot move anymore.
An old, thin cold palm slowly raised up and gradually covered Fang Jing's face... It was very powerful, and he felt that the bones on his face were being crushed.
Yang, Yang Jian... Fang Jing screamed in horror and resentment from the other end of the phone.
Yang Jian was unmoved and said to the phone: What you taught me, you should not be too naive in life.
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
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