Mysterious resurgence

A middle-aged man whose face was invisible sat upright and stiffly on Yang Jian's bed. He raised his hand and held the first newspaper, motionless, as if he was really reading the newspaper seriously. news.

This all seems normal and there is nothing strange about it.

However, the darkness in the room was not suitable for reading the newspaper at all.

Moreover, this person has maintained this posture since Yang Jian went online until now, and has never changed. This would be impossible for ordinary people to do.

The only change was that this person moved from the sofa in the living room to sitting at the head of the bed in the room.

Just the location has moved.

From far away to close.

This close distance does not make people feel at ease. On the contrary, it feels like an inexplicable threat and fear.

Why does his father sit next to him and read the newspaper?

Have you had this habit before?

Looking at the portrait hanging on the cabinet in the room, he listened to Liu Xiaoyu's urgent urging.

Yang Jian realized that something was very wrong.

If the file Liu Xiaoyu mentioned is true, is this person still his father?

It seems so. But it seems not.

Did his father really die in a car accident when he was a child?

In Yang Jian's mind, he clearly thought that the man in front of him was his father. Everything seemed so natural, without any falsehood.

"Even so, something is still wrong."

Yang Jian immediately retracted his palm and did not move the newspaper blocking the man. Instead, he immediately picked up the phone, stood up suddenly, and stepped back.

Try to stay away from the man reading the newspaper.

In the end, he was affected by something and had memory problems.

Or is it that all this is just a dream and not real?

Or maybe the whole residential building is weird?

"No matter what, let's get out of here first, and then we can figure out what's going on." Yang Jian was not sure whether there was something wrong with him, his father, or something around him.

He cautiously retreated from the room to the living room.

He didn't bother his father who was reading the newspaper.

When exiting the room, he tried to see the person's appearance with some curiosity.

However, before Yang Jian could see clearly, he discovered that the corner of the newspaper was scarlet, as if it was soaked in blood, and the rich scarlet seemed to turn into blood and drip down.

Newspaper stained with blood~!

Would a normal person read a newspaper like this?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he completely believed it at this moment. What Liu Xiaoyu said was true. His father had died in a car accident when he was in elementary school. The file she had there was true, so this so-called The father simply cannot exist because the dead cannot be resurrected.

And if the father does not exist, then there is only one possibility for the man sitting on the bed reading the newspaper in front of him, and that is a ghost.

Immediately his heart trembled.

when?

When did this ghost sneak into the house, when did it appear in the house, and when was his memory tampered with?

Or are you saying that you have been living with this ghost for the past few years?

If it weren't for Liu Xiaoyu's phone call, would he never be able to wake up?

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Jian felt creepy.

The moment he stepped out of the room.

The man who was reading the newspaper suddenly made a move. His head turned at a strange speed and faced Yang Jian.

Immediately, Yang Jian backed away in fright.

This man has no face, no facial features, just a layer of flesh.

"Walk."

Yang Jian growled in his heart, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

It's completely determined.

This man is a ghost.

However, the moment he turned his head, his vision immediately went dark, as if he had hit something.

A newspaper.

It was sticky and smelly, as if it was stained with thick blood.

The newspaper stuck to his face and immediately stuck to it. He subconsciously wanted to tear it apart, but the blood-stained newspaper seemed to turn into the skin on his face. As soon as he tore it, his face It was extremely painful, and it couldn't be torn apart easily.

"Is this ghost starting to attack me?" Yang Jian immediately realized this in his heart.

He had already encountered two waves of evil ghost attacks when he was at school.

"The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts."

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly an eye popped out of the skin on the back of his hand and emitted a faint red light.

When the palm with this eye tore open the newspaper covering his face, it had an effect.

The newspaper gradually separated from his face, like a piece of plaster being slowly torn off.

But at this time.

The ghost didn't seem to want to let him go so easily.

Yang Jian felt the ghost approaching, as if pulling the newspaper behind him.

Terrifying power came.

The newspaper wrapped around his face shrank again, sticking tightly to his face, and a strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness came quickly.

If this goes on, you don't need to be killed by ghosts, you will be suffocated to death by this weird newspaper.

"Since you want to play, then I will play with you. You are a ghost, but I am not a human either." Yang Jian let out a beast-like growl from his throat.

Two red eyes suddenly appeared on his face.

The newspaper where the eyes grew out immediately made a sound like tearing paper and was torn open immediately.

The moment the newspaper was torn apart, the terrifying pulling force behind it was immediately reduced a lot.

"Come again." Yang Jian gritted his teeth secretly.

The power of this eye cannot be used many times. If he uses it once, he will be one step closer to death, but he can't use it now. If he doesn't use the power of the ghost in his body, he will die now.

An eye popped up on his forehead again.

"Tsk~!"

The bloody newspaper attached to his forehead was torn open again.

The pulling force behind him became lighter again, and at this moment, his feeling of suffocation and dizziness quickly faded away.

"continue."

Yang Jian knew that the ghost in his body was not strong enough.

A fifth eye popped up on his neck.

There was another cut at the eye where the neck was strangled.

At this time, Yang Jian pressed his hands hard, and the newspaper wrapped around his face was torn to pieces in an instant because of too many tears.

The suffocation and dullness disappeared completely.

Great gulps of air came in.

Four eyes sprouted from Yang Jian's face, glowing faintly red.

He looked back.

There was no one behind him, only the broken newspapers stained with blood scattered on the ground.

"Get out of here."

Yang Jian was frightened and did not dare to stay for a long time. He immediately opened the door and left the house quickly without taking anything.

And not long after he left here.

In the room where he had been before, a man came out.

This man picked up the torn and scattered newspapers on the ground and pieced them back together.

Soon the newspaper returned to its previous appearance. It was still stained with scarlet blood, but there was an outline of a human face on top of the scarlet newspaper.

That face is Yang Jian.

The man picked up the newspaper, then walked to the sofa next to him and sat down as if nothing happened. He continued to raise his arms and looked at the newspaper in front of him motionlessly, exactly the same as before.

Until many hours later.

Suddenly, this person moved.

He slowly lowered his arm. He no longer had no facial features or face.

At this moment, he showed Yang Jian's face.

However, on this "Yang Jian's" face, the place where the eyes had grown was completely blank, as if a clear photo had been cut out in several places.

The face is not perfect.