Reading the writing that appeared, he hesitated for a while.
In the end, Yang Jian did not throw away the darkened human skin.
The reason was very simple, he didn't want to follow in Zhou Zheng’s footsteps and die from the awakening of his ghost.
Although this parchment had already revealed its eeriness and evil nature, it may become an unknown opportunity for Yang Jian. Maybe this parchment can actually reveal some important information to him, it may even have information about the future.
"I know that keeping this parchment is definitely not a good idea... but I have no other choices at all now. Cause no matter how bad the situation gets, the worst thing that could happen is me dying. And that’s still better than my ghost awakening." Yang Jian Eyes gleamed: "And if I am careful about this and take precautions, maybe the situation would not be so bad."
He gritted his teeth, then he rolled the human skin, stuffing it into his pocket.
He decided to keep it.
Right then.
Zhang Wei's cell phone which he was holding suddenly rang, and Fang Jing's name was displayed on its screen.
Yang Jian snapped back to reality, his pupils shifted slightly when he saw Fang Jing's name.
He almost forgot that Fang Jing was still nearby.
After some thought, he still chose to answer it.
“Hey, Yang Jian, I’ve already given you what you asked for, you can't hang up on me like that, now quick, tell me how to get out of here." Fang Jing's voice growing maniacal, it was obvious he was scared now.
That is because he is alone now, there are no classmates beside him anymore.
Although he got rid of the footsteps behind him, he was still in the ghost’s domain. And as long as he still is, his own safety was only temporary.
Yang Jian's eyes gleamed, his mind was going a thousand miles an hour.
He decided to use Fang Jing for an experiment.
After a short pause, he opened his mouth and said: "Fang Jing, I won't get you out of here myself, but I will teach you a method to do so. I’ve also survived using this method."
"What is it, teach me now, quick." Fang Jing urged.
　　 Yang Jian said: "Your phone still has a connection right? I’ll send you a website now. Open its forum and find a post from a user called raiden_karmapa."
After he finished, he posted the url of the ghost story on the forum he had read before.
Fang Jing quickly received the message, then said: "I’ve found that post by raiden_karmapa, that post is on the trending page,"
“Open it, block other people’s replies, and scroll to the end." Yang Jian said.
Fang Jing's fingers were sweating, he tapped the screen of the phone, opened the post, and flipped to the end as instructed.
When he reached the end of the post, his body tensed up to the point of shaking.
There was a photo.
The photo showed an old man wearing a long shirt, covered in blood clots, his face numb and deathly gray.
The old man stood outside the glass window, and seemed to be passing by.
That's right.
It is the same old man knocking on the door outside the classroom before.
"Did you see the photo yet? Now save the photo." Yang Jian said.
"Okay, okay." Fang Jing audibly gulped and saved the photo with fear.
After he finished, Yang Jian immediately looked around, paying attention to all directions.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes have passed...The old man still hasn’t shown up, he seems to have already left here, without anyone knowing where he went.
But Yang Jian knew that the ghost’s domain was still present, the old man hadn't completely left yet.
He's just out of sight.
After all, the school is so big that it's not surprising that he couldn’t see it.
"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, speak, I’ve done what you said, nothings happening." Fang Jing's voice came over the phone.
"So my hypothesis was wrong? The old man didn’t appear outside the classroom because I saw a photo of him." Yang Jian frowned.
He had come up with three assumptions before conducting this experiment.
The poster, raiden_karmapa works in a hospital in a certain city in another province.
That’s at least a few hundred kilometers away from Dachang City.
How likely is it for him to encounter the ghost who came from the hospital of a certain city in another province at his school?
Yang Jian knows it was very, very unlikely.
There is only one possibility, something led the old man to him.
A signal, a condition, or someone.
His first hypothesis was that it’s related to Zhou Zheng.
The old man is looking for Zhou Zheng, after all, Zhou Zheng is a ghost user, he must have dealt with ghosts before.
But with Zhou Zheng's death, and the fact that this is his first time seeing the old man, so this hypothesis can be overturned.
The second hypothesis that it’s related to Fang Jing.
But Fang Jing hasn't died since that old man first appeared, so that can be ruled out too.
The third hypothesis... the old man was led here by himself.
If the hypothesis is true, then the only connection Yang Jian had with the old man is that he had read the ghost story on the forum, seen his photo, and heard the door knocking recorded by raidan_karamapa...
"If it is not the photo, it’s the door knocking."
Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued to speak: "Fang Jing, you see that the audio file below? Click on it, this is your chance to leave here."
"Okay." Fang Jing clicked on the audio file.
"Knock, knock-knock..." The dull door knocking that seemed to exert weight on his heart quickly spread in the dark environment.
Fang Jing held his phone up to light up his surroundings, and then said; "Yang Jian, nothing happened..."
However, on the other end of the call, Yang Jian’s pupils shrank, his face showed a look of horror.
There was an old man, an old man wearing a long gown with ashened grey face and blood clots all over had appeared on the jogging path of the green area. His steps were stiff and slow, and he walked towards Fang Jing a step at a time.
As expected, it appeared...
And the way he appeared was illogical, as if the old man had been standing there all this time.
"Damn it, my guess isn’t wrong. The old man came for me because I heard the door knocking before..." A chill starting from his heart froze him to his spot.
"Yang Jian, hey, Yang Jian, speak up."
Fang Jing didn't know that the old man was walking towards him, and continued to talk.
Yang Jian stepped back slowly, avoiding the old man’s field of vision, and carefully left the scene: "Keep listening to the audio file, don’t stop."
"Does this really work?"
Fang Jing opened the audio file and asked.
"Kock, knock-knock."
The strange door knocking was being looped on the phone he was holding.
Although it didn't look like it had any effect, Fang Jing found that there were no more footsteps around. So although it looked useless, it could not be said that it was completely ineffective.
"Yang Jian's method should be working." Thinking of this, Fang Jing let out a sigh of relief.
But what he didn't know was that behind him, the old man wearing a black gown, covered with blood pools was gradually approaching him.
Yang Jian immediately left the greening tree, distancing himself from the old man, and returned to the previous sportsground.
He is at least several hundred meters away from him now, Fang Jing and the green woods were no longer visible.
"Fang Jing, are you still alive?" Yang Jian asked suddenly.
"Nonsense, of course I am." Fang Jing said.
Yang Jian said; "Sorry, I need to apologize to you, I lied to you."
"What did you lie to me about?" Fang Jing was taken aback, puzzled.
"The old man who appeared outside the classroom and knocked on the door was led here by me, that thing came for me."
Yang Jian continued: "I didn't know that before, but now I do, and I think the conditions for the appearance of the old man is related to that audio file, yes, it’s the door knocking you just listened to."
"What!"
Fang Jing's heart constricted in fear, and his face showed horror.
The door knocking can draw the old man over, then since I listened to it so many times just now...
Fear filled his body once again, he subconsciously stepped back.
"Bang~!"
His body seemed to hit something that was cold and stiff.
Looking back, an old man with a gray face and blood pools dotting his skin looked back at Fang Jing numbly.
My body... I can't move.
An old, boney hand was slowly lifted up, gradually covering Fang Jing’s face... It was strong, he could feel that the bones in his face were being crushed.
"Yang, Yang Jian..." Fang Jing screams of horror and resentment was conveyed over the phone.
Yang Jian was unmoved, he said to the phone: "You taught me this, people shouldn't be too naive."
After speaking, he hung up.