Fang Jing didn't expect Yang Jian to hang up the phone so decisively, leaving no room for negotiation at all.
He only wanted to appease Yang Jian for the time being, and once he was out of the school and safe, he would unhesitatingly turn his back and refuse to hand over the parchment.
However, Yang Jian's decisiveness and straightforwardness directly panicked him.
And what's more deadly is that the footsteps behind him appeared again.
Yang Jian's guidance before was just a temporary relief from the ghost behind him.
"What should I do, what should I do? What the hell should I do? Without Yang Jian's help, I definitely can't get out of here, I will definitely die in the hands of the fierce ghost, I don't want to die, my future has just begun, with the help of the parchment, I can definitely become a person above others in this world, how can I be willing to die here?"
Fang Jing was panicked in his heart, his cold sweat was pouring down, and he subconsciously continued to run, hoping to be farther away from the footsteps behind him.
But it was still useless, the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.
The darkness around him seemed to be getting thicker, capable of swallowing people.
"No, it's not okay, I can't die, give him the parchment, Yang Jian is right, if I die, knowing more is useless, and I have a rough understanding and control of the future information, the value of the parchment to me is not as great as I imagined."
Under the threat of death, there is nothing that cannot be given up.
Fang Jing's hand trembled as he picked up his phone and called Zhang Wei back.
"Du, dudu."
The phone 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." Before the other party could speak, he said first.
Yang Jian's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Drop the parchment on the ground, and I will pick it up."
At this moment, Fang Jing didn't play tricks anymore, he unhesitatingly took out a stack of dark brown paper from his pocket and dropped it on the ground.
"I have done as you said, please help, please help, I don't want to die."
Yang Jian said: "I will first teach you how to get rid of the ghost behind you, go to the right."
"Okay, thank, thank you, thank you." Fang Jing was panicked and hurriedly followed Yang Jian's instructions.
"Go further to the right." Yang Jian continued.
Fang Jing did as he was told, and the effect immediately showed.
The footsteps behind were gradually pulled away, and finally disappeared completely. Fang Jing was both surprised and delighted, knowing he was temporarily safe.
"Foolish."
Yang Jian put down his phone, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he stopped and watched Fang Jing in front of him in the woods, turning around like a headless fly, and couldn't help but find it funny.
The footsteps following Fang Jing were not from a ghost.
It was him.
Yes, there was no ghost following Fang Jing, only Yang Jian was behind him.
Frightened by the ghost, Fang Jing couldn't see through the ghost domain, who would know that the one following behind him was actually a person?
"Is this the parchment that records the future information?" Yang Jian picked up the thing on the ground.
The brown leather was soft and a bit cold, as if it was taken out of a refrigerator, revealing a bit of ominous and eerie 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's human skin, and it's very wrong." Yang Jian was shocked, and this thought emerged in his mind.
Upon opening it.
There was a line written on the parchment.
"My name is Fang Jing, when you see this letter, I am already dead, don't be surprised, I am you from ten years later, and I am telling you the future information through some special method, please remember the following content firmly."
"Ghosts have already appeared in this world, it's not a joke, when you know this news, it's already late, and you are at least half a year behind other ghost tamers."
"Be careful of your classmate Yang Jian, he is very terrible in the future... I was killed by him, so you must kill Yang Jian in advance, otherwise you will definitely die at his hands in the future, remember to kill Yang Jian."
"On a certain June 20th, you will encounter an international police officer named Zhou Zheng during your evening study, who will explain some special knowledge to you, which is very important. That Zhou Zheng is a ghost tamer affiliated with the Asian region, code-named Ghost Baby Zhou Zheng, but he is a passerby and doesn't need to be taken too seriously."
"Be careful of the ghost baby that comes out of his body, that thing will grow, and in a few months, the ghost baby will grow into... it is recommended to stay away... otherwise you will die."
"You must join the International Police Organization as soon as possible..."
"Remember... Gold... Paper."
"Stay away... Run."
"... Ghost..."
When Yang Jian saw this information, he found that the handwriting on the parchment was rapidly becoming blurred and dim.
The key information was continuously erased by some force, completely disappearing in front of him. Originally, a piece of paper full of notes had now become a parchment with a large blank space.
Just like the characters on the computer, they disappeared one by one.
Yang Jian didn't even have time to see anything useful, and the fonts on the parchment that recorded the future information had all disappeared.
"What exactly is going on?"
He frowned deeply and looked around the parchment.
Indeed, the handwriting had disappeared, without a trace.
Faced with this phenomenon, Yang Jian couldn't help but think of a movie he had seen before. If the past changes, the future will also change.
Did he take away Fang Jing's parchment that recorded the future information, so the future him erased the traces?
However, before Yang Jian could think much, he saw the words appearing on the parchment again.
A stroke at a time appeared in front of him, as if there was an invisible person holding a pen and writing continuously.
"My name is Yang Jian, when you see this letter, I am already dead, I am you from ten years later, and I am telling you the future information through some special method..."
Yang Jian saw this and felt a chill all over, looking at the parchment in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly: "What the hell is this thing..."
This is definitely not a parchment that records future information.
He could feel the eeriness and evilness of this human skin. The words that just appeared on it were not erased by the future Fang Jing, but erased by this human skin on its own.
It changed to a new owner and wanted to erase the information of the previous owner, so it is now generating Yang Jian's information.
"The information on it absolutely cannot be believed, this thing cannot be kept."
Yang Jian's eyes flickered, feeling an unknown fear.
He looked around, wanting to throw this human skin into the sewer and let it disappear forever.
But the parchment showed a series of words: Don't throw it away, don't throw it away... I can help you.
... Without me, you will die... you will die.
Soon, all the writing disappeared, leaving only two words: Stay, Stay.
These two words kept repeating, twisted and uneven, with no discernible pattern, varying in size, covering the entire piece of parchment.