Yang Jian stared intently at the writing on the human skin paper in his hand for a long time.
This time, the human skin paper didn't seem to hold back on revealing information, sharing more than ever before, much of which Yang Jian hadn't even asked for.
Such voluntary disclosure of information hides a terrible trap beneath it.
"The human skin paper sees Tong Qian as the bait, trying to lure me into contacting the ghost again without enough information? Does it want to use another unknown ghost in the Caesar Hotel to kill me? Or does it think I can't defeat the ghost that can tamper with memories? Going there would be marching to my death?"
"However, this thing is good at guessing human thoughts, knowing that risks and rewards are proportional. If I succeed, according to its method I might really gain a perfect subordinate who has mastered two Ghost Faces, heh, truly insidious. The human skin paper's approach reminds me of a story."
The story of a hunter and a fox came to mind.
