Mysterious resurgence

Fang Jing didn't expect Yang Jian to hang up the phone so decisively, leaving him no room for negotiation.

He just wanted to deal with Yang Jian first, and after he left the school and was safe, he turned his back without hesitation and refused to hand over the parchment.

However, Yang Jian's decisiveness and straightforwardness made him panic.

And what's even more deadly is that the footsteps behind him appear again.

Yang Jian's previous guidance only temporarily allowed him to get rid of the ghost behind him.

"What should I do, what should I do? What should I do? Without Yang Jian's help, I will definitely not be able to get out of here. I will definitely die in the hands of the ghost. I don't want to die. My future has just begun. With the help of parchment I will definitely be able to become a master in this world. How can I be willing to just do this?

Die here? "

Fang Jing was panicking in his heart. He broke into a cold sweat and subconsciously continued to run, hoping to be farther away from the footsteps behind him.

But it still didn't help, the footsteps behind him got closer and closer.

The surrounding darkness seems to be getting thicker and thicker, capable of engulfing people.

"No, no, I can't die. Give him the parchment. Yang Jian is right. If I die, no matter how much I know, it will be useless. Moreover, I have a general understanding of the future information. The parchment is of no use to me. The value is not as great as imagined.”

Under the threat of death, there is nothing that cannot be given up.

Fang Jing picked up the phone with trembling palms and called Zhang Wei back.

"Dudu, dudu."

The call was connected.

"I'll give you the parchment, I'll give it to you, as long as you promise to take me out of here." He said before the other person could say anything.

Yang Jian's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Throw the parchment on the ground and I'll get it."

Fang Jing stopped playing tricks at this moment. He took out a stack of dark brown paper from his pocket without hesitation and threw it on the ground.

"I've already done as I was told. Please help me quickly. Please help me quickly. I don't want to die."

Yang Jian said, "I'll teach you how to get rid of the ghost behind you first. You go to the right."

"Okay, thank you, thank you, thank you." Fang Jing panicked and hurriedly followed Yang Jian's instructions.

"More to the right." Yang Jian continued.

Fang Jing followed suit again, and the effect was immediately apparent.

The footsteps behind him gradually spread out, and finally disappeared completely. Fang Jing was surprised and happy, knowing that he was safe for the time being.

"madness."

Yang Jian put down his cell phone with a sneer on his lips. He stopped and looked at Fang Jing spinning around like a headless fly in the woods in front of him. He looked surprised and happy and couldn't help but find it ridiculous.

The footsteps following Fang Jing were not ghosts at all.

But him.

Yes, no ghost followed Fang Jing, only Yang Jian followed him.

Fang Jing was frightened by ghosts, but Fang Jing couldn't see through the ghost realm. Who knew that there was actually a person following him?

"Is this the parchment that records future information?" Yang Jian picked up the things on the ground.

The brown leather is soft and a bit cold, as if it was taken out of the freezer, giving off a somewhat ominous and strange atmosphere.

As soon as he took it, the eyes on the back of his hand couldn't help but open, emitting a faint red light.

"This is not parchment. It is human skin, and something is very wrong." Yang Jian was startled, and this thought came to his mind.

Open it and take a look.

There was a line written on the parchment.

"My name is Fang Jing. When you read this letter, I am already dead. Don't be surprised. I am yours ten years from now. I am telling you the future information through some special method. Please also ask the former You must remember the following content firmly."

"Ghosts have appeared in this world. It's no joke. By the time you know the news, it's already very late. You're already at least half a year behind other ghost masters."

"Be careful of your classmate Yang Jian. He is very scary in the future. I was killed by him, so you must kill Yang Jian in advance, otherwise you will definitely die in his hands in the future. Remember to kill Yang Jian. .”

"On June 20th of a certain year, you will meet Zhou Zheng. This is very important. Zhou Zheng is a ghost controller belonging to the Asian Division, codenamed Ghost Infant Zhou Zheng, but he is just a passer-by, so don't take it too seriously."

"Be careful of the ghost baby that escapes from his body. That thing will grow. In a few months, the ghost baby will grow into a baby. It is recommended to stay away or you will die."

"Must join headquarters as soon as possible"

"Remember. The gold paper."

"Stay away. Run away."

".ghost."

When Yang Jian saw this information, he found that the writing on the parchment was quickly becoming blurry and dim.

Key information was constantly being erased by some force, completely disappearing from sight. What was originally a dense sheet of notes had now turned into a large piece of blank parchment.

Just like the characters on the computer, they disappear one by one.

Before Yang Jian even saw anything useful, all the fonts on the parchment recording future information had disappeared.

"What exactly is going on?"

He frowned deeply and looked around at the parchment.

Indeed, the writing has disappeared, leaving no trace at all.

Faced with this phenomenon, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of a movie he had watched before. If the past changes, the future will also change.

Could it be that he took away Fang Jing's parchment recording future information, so he in the future erased the traces?

However, before Yang Jian could think about it for a long time, he saw himself appearing on the parchment again.

One stroke after another appears in front of my eyes, as if there is an invisible person holding a pen and writing continuously.

"My name is Yang Jian. I am already dead when you read this letter. I am you ten years later and I am telling you the future information through a special method."

Yang Jian felt a chill all over his body when he saw this. He looked at the parchment in his hand and couldn't help but shrink slightly: "What the hell is this?"

This is definitely not a parchment containing information about the future.

He could feel the strangeness and evil nature of this human skin. The words that appeared on it just now were not erased by the square mirror of the future at all, but were erased by this human skin independently.

It has changed its owner and wants to erase the previous owner's information, so it is currently generating Yang Jian's information.

"You absolutely cannot believe what you see above, and you cannot have this thing."

Yang Jian's eyes flashed, feeling an unknown fear.

He looked around, wanting to throw the human skin into the sewer and let it disappear forever.

But a series of words appeared on the parchment: Don't throw it away, don't throw it away. I can help you.

You will die without me

Soon all the writing disappeared, leaving only two words: stay, stay.

The two words were repeated over and over again, twisting and turning, without any structure, in different sizes, covering the entire human skin.

There was a power outage and no internet, so sorry for the delay.