Mysterious resurgence

Seeing the writing on it, he hesitated for a while.

In the end, Yang Jian did not throw away the brown human skin.

The reason is simple, because he doesn't want to follow Zhou Zheng's footsteps and die from the resurrection of the evil ghost.

Although this parchment reveals an evil and strange nature, it is an unknown opportunity for Yang Jian. Maybe this parchment can really reveal some important information to himself, and maybe it can really know the future. .

"I can feel that leaving this parchment will definitely not be a good thing. But I have no choice now. No matter how bad the situation is, the worst is death, which is better than the resurrection of the evil ghost." Yang Jian's eyes flickered: "And If I were more careful and took more precautions, maybe the situation wouldn't be so bad."

Gritting his teeth, he rolled up 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 back to his senses at this time, and his eyes moved slightly when he saw Fang Jing's name.

He almost forgot that the square mirror was still nearby.

After thinking for a moment, he still chose to answer the call.

"Hey, Yang Jian, I've already given you the stuff. You can't hang up on me. Come on, tell me how to get out of here." Fang Jing's voice was panicked, and he was obviously very scared now.

Because now he is alone, without any classmates beside him.

Although he got rid of the footsteps behind him, he was still in the ghost realm. As long as he didn't step out of the ghost realm, his safety was only temporary.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered at this moment, and his mind was thinking quickly.

He decided to do an experiment with a square mirror.

Soon, he said: "Fang Jing, I will not take you out of here, but I will teach you a method. I also survived through this method."

"What method, teach me quickly, quickly." Fang Jing urged.

Yang Jian said: "Can your mobile phone still connect to the Internet? Now I will send you a URL. You can open a forum and find a post posted by a netizen named Thunder King."

After speaking, he sent the address of the forum ghost story he had read before.

Fang Jing received the message quickly, and then said: "I found the post by King Thunder and Lightning. That post is popular,"

"Open it, block others, and turn to the end." Yang Jian said.

Fang Jing's fingers were sweating. He tapped the screen of his phone, opened the post, and scrolled to the end as instructed.

As soon as he opened it, he trembled all over.

a photo.

The photo showed an old man wearing a long gown, his body covered with corpse spots, his face numb and ashen.

The old man stood outside the glass window and seemed to be passing by.

That's right.

This is the old man who knocked on the door outside the classroom before.

"If you see the photo, save the photo." Yang Jian said.

"Okay, okay." Fang Jing swallowed and saved the photo with fear.

After he finished, Yang Jian immediately looked around, paying attention to the situation in all directions.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes the old man did not appear. He seemed to have left here and went somewhere unknown.

But Yang Jian knew that the ghost realm was still there and the old man had not left.

It's just out of sight.

After all, the school is so big, it's not surprising that that thing can't be seen.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, please speak. I have done as you asked, but nothing happened." Fang Jing's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Is your guess wrong? The old man didn't appear outside the classroom because I saw his photo." Yang Jian frowned.

Three hypotheses had emerged in his mind before.

The Thunder King in the forum post posted it from a hospital in a city in another province.

It is at least several hundred kilometers away from Dachang City.

What are the chances of bumping into the same ghost from a hospital in a certain city in another province to 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 someone.

Therefore, his first guess was that it was related to Zhou Zheng.

The old man was looking for Zhou Zheng. After all, Zhou Zheng was the master of ghosts and must have dealt with ghosts.

But with Zhou Zheng's death and the fact that he saw this old man for the first time, this assumption can be overturned.

The second guess is related to Fang Jing.

But the old man appeared until now, and Fang Jing has not died until now, so it can be ruled out.

Then the third guess is that the old man caused it himself.

If the hypothesis is true, then the only people involved between Yang Jian and the old man are those who have read this forum story, seen his photo, and heard the knock on the door recorded by the Thunder King.

"If it's not a photo, it's the sound of knocking on the door."

Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued: "Fang Jing, if you see that there is no audio file below, click on it. This is your chance to get out of here."

"Okay." Fang Jing clicked on the audio file.

"Dong, dong dong." A dull knock sounded, like a knock on one's heart, and spread quickly in the dark environment.

Fang Jing picked up the phone and illuminated it in a circle, then said, "Yang Jian, nothing happened."

However, Yang Jian on the other end of the phone suddenly shrank his eyes, with a look of horror on his face.

An old man, an old man wearing a long gown, his face covered with deathly ashen and covered with corpse spots, appeared on the path in the green belt of the school at some time. He walked stiffly and slowly towards Fang Jing step by step.

Sure enough, it appeared

And it appeared out of character, as if the old man had been standing there all along.

"Damn, my guess was correct. The old man came to see me because I heard the knock on the door." Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.

"Yang Jian, hey, Yang Jian, talk."

Fang Jing still didn't know that the old man was walking towards him, so he continued to ask.

Yang Jian slowly backed away, avoiding the old man's sight, and left cautiously: "Continue listening to that audio file, don't stop."

"Does this really work?"

Fang Jing asked repeatedly clicking on the audio file.

"Dong, dong dong."

The strange knock on the door was playing continuously on the mobile phone in his hand.

Although it seemed to have no effect, Fang Jing found that there were no more footsteps around him. Although it seemed useless, it could not be said that it had no effect at all.

"Yang Jian's method should be useful." Thinking of this, Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

But what he didn't know was that behind him, the old man wearing a black 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.

It was at least several hundred meters away, and the square mirror and the green woods were no longer visible.

"Fang Jing, are you still alive?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

"Nonsense, of course I'm still alive." Fang Jing said.

Yang Jian said; "I'm sorry, I apologize to you, I lied to you."

"What did you lie to me about?" Fang Jing was stunned for a moment, confused.

"I attracted the old man who appeared outside the classroom and knocked on the door. That thing came to find me."

Yang Jian said: "I didn't know it before, but I know it now. And I think the conditions that led to the old man's appearance are related to the audio file. Yes, it's the knock on the door you heard just now."

"What?"

Fang Jing's heart suddenly shrank in fear, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

This knock on the door could attract the old man, who had just opened it so many times.

Fear surged through his body again, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Bang~!"

The body seemed to have hit something, it was cold and stiff.

Looking back, an old man with a lifeless face and body spots looked numbly at Fang Jing.

The body cannot move.

An old, thin, cold hand slowly lifted up and gradually covered Fang Jing's face. The force was so strong that he felt that the bones on his face were being crushed.

"Yang, Yang Jian." Fang Jing's frightened and resentful scream came from the other end of the phone.

Yang Jian was unmoved and said into the phone: "You taught me not to be too naive."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.