Seeing the words appear, he hesitated for a while.
In the end, Yang Jian did not discard the brown piece of human skin.
The reason was simple: he did not want to follow Zhou Zheng's footsteps and die from the revival of a fierce ghost.
Although this parchment exudes a certain evil and eeriness, to Yang Jian, it is an unknown opportunity. Perhaps this parchment can really reveal some important news to him, or perhaps he can really know the future.
"I can feel that keeping this parchment will definitely not be a good thing... But I have no choice at all, the situation is bad at most, it's just death, better than the fierce ghost revival." Yang Jian's eyes flickered: "And if I am more careful and guard against it, maybe the situation will not be too bad."
He gritted his teeth, rolled up the piece of human skin, and stuffed it into his pocket.
He had already decided to keep it.
At this moment.
The phone in his hand, Zhang Wei's phone, suddenly rang again, and the name Fang Jing was displayed on the phone.
Yang Jian came to his senses at this time, and his eyes moved slightly when he saw the name Fang Jing.
He almost forgot that this Fang Jing was still nearby.
Thinking about it, he still chose to answer.
"Hey, Yang Jian, I've given you the thing, you can't hang up on me, come on, tell me quickly, how to get out of here, hurry up." Fang Jing's voice was very panicked, obviously he was very scared now.
Because now he is alone, there is no classmate walking with him.
Although he got rid of the footsteps behind him, he is still in the ghost domain, as long as he does not leave the ghost domain, the so-called safety is only temporary.
Yang Jian's eyes flickered at the moment, and his mind was thinking quickly.
He decided to use Fang Jing as an experiment.
Soon, he said, "Fang Jing, I will not take you out of here on my own, but I will teach you a method, I also survived through this method."
"What method, teach me quickly, come on." Fang Jing urged.
Yang Jian said, "Can your phone still connect to the Internet? Now I will send a URL, you open a forum, and find a post by a netizen called Thunder Law King."
After that, he sent the address of the ghost story forum he had seen before.
Fang Jing quickly received the message and said, "I found the post posted by the person called Thunder Law King, that post is hot."
"Open it, block others, and turn to the end." Yang Jian said.
Fang Jing's fingers were sweating, he opened the post on his phone screen, and turned to the end as instructed.
As soon as he opened it, he shuddered all over.
A photo.
The photo was of an old man wearing a long shirt, covered with necropsy spots, numb face, and the appearance of death ash.
This old man was standing outside the window, seemingly passing by.
Yes.
This is the old man who knocked on the door outside the classroom before.
"See the photo, save it." Yang Jian said.
"Okay, okay." Fang Jing swallowed his saliva, 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 didn't know where to go.
But Yang Jian knew that the ghost domain was still there, and the old man had not left.
It's just not in the field of view.
After all, the school is so big, it's not strange not to see that thing.
"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, speak, I've done what you said, but nothing happened." Fang Jing's voice came from the phone.
"Is the guess wrong, is that old man not because I looked at his photo and appeared outside the classroom?" Yang Jian frowned.
He had three hypotheses in his heart before.
The netizen Thunder Law King posted in the forum post was in a hospital in a certain city outside the province.
It is at least several hundred kilometers away from Dachang City.
What is the probability of hitting the same ghost from a certain city hospital in another province to the school?
Yang Jian thought it was very, very small.
Unless there is only one possibility, the old man was attracted by something.
A signal, a condition, or a person.
So, his first guess was related to Zhou Zheng.
The old man was looking for Zhou Zheng, after all, Zhou Zheng was a ghost tamer, and he must have dealt with ghosts.
But with Zhou Zheng's death, and he also saw the old man for the first time, so this hypothesis can be overthrown.
The second guess was related to Fang Jing.
But the old man has appeared until now, and Fang Jing has not died until now, so it can also be excluded.
So the third guess... the old man attracted himself.
If the hypothesis is established, then Yang Jian is related to the old man only by seeing this forum story, seeing his photo, and hearing the knocking sound recorded by the Thunder Law King...
"If it's not a photo, then it's the knocking sound."
Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued: "Fang Jing, see the audio file below, click on it, this is your chance to leave here."
"Okay." Fang Jing clicked on the audio file.
"Dong, dongdong..." The dull knocking sound, like beating on a person's heart, quickly spread in the dark environment.
Fang Jing took out his phone and illuminated it, and said, "Yang Jian, nothing happened..."
However, Yang Jian on the other end of the phone suddenly shrank his eyes, and his face showed a look of horror.
An old man, an old man wearing a long shirt, his face full of death ash, covered with necropsy spots, did not know when to appear on the path of the school's green belt, his steps were stiff, his actions were slow, and he walked towards Fang Jing step by step.
Sure enough, it appeared...
And it appeared to be unreasonable, as if the old man had always stood there.
"Damn it, my guess is not wrong, the old man is coming to me, because I heard the knocking sound..." Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.
"Yang Jian, hey, Yang Jian, speak."
Fang Jing did not know that the old man was walking towards himself and continued to ask.
Yang Jian slowly retreated, avoiding the old man's line of sight, and left carefully: "Continue to listen to that audio file, don't stop."
"Is this really useful?"
Fang Jing asked again by playing the audio file.
"Dong, dongdong."
He kept playing the strange knocking sound on his phone.
Although it seems to have no effect, Fang Jing found that there were no more footsteps around, although it seems useless, it can't be said to have no effect at all.
"Yang Jian's method should be useful." Thinking of this, Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief.
But he didn't know that behind him, the old man in the black long shirt, covered with necropsy spots, was getting closer and closer to him.
At this moment, Yang Jian immediately left the green tree and went far away from the old man, returning to the playground before.
The distance was at least several hundred meters, and he could no longer see Fang Jing and the green forest.
"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 puzzled.
"The old man who appeared outside the classroom and knocked on the door before was attracted by me, that thing came to find me."
Yang Jian said, "I didn't know before, but now I know, and the condition for attracting that old man appears to be related to that audio file, yes, it's the knocking sound you just heard."
"What?"
Fang Jing was scared and his heart suddenly shrank, and his face showed a look of horror.
This knocking sound can attract the old man, and he just clicked so many times...
Fear surged through his whole body again, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
"Bang~!"
It seemed that the body had hit something, cold and stiff.
Looking back, an old man with a face full of death ash and covered with necropsy spots looked numbly at Fang Jing.
The body... couldn't move.
An old, thin, cold palm slowly lifted, gradually covering Fang Jing's face... The strength was great, and he felt the bones on his face being crushed.
"Yang, Yang Jian..." Fang Jing's scream of fear and resentment came from the phone.
Yang Jian said into the phone, "You taught me that one cannot be too naive in this world."
With that, he hung up the call.