Mysterious Recovery

　　 He hesitated for a while when he saw the writing above.

　　 In the end, Yang Jian did not lose this brown human skin.

　　The reason is very simple, because he didn't want to follow in Zhou Zheng's footsteps and die because of Li Gui's resuscitation.

Although this parchment reveals an evil and weird nature, it is an unknown opportunity for Yang Jian. Maybe this parchment can really reveal some important news to himself, and maybe it can really know the future. .

"I can feel that leaving this parchment is definitely not a good thing... but I don't have a choice at all now. No matter how bad the situation is, the big deal is death. It's better than a ghost recovery." Yang His eyes flickered: "And if I were to be more careful and take precautions, maybe the situation would not be too bad."

　　 gritted his teeth, he rolled the human skin and stuffed it into his pocket.

　　 has decided to keep it.

　　 this moment.

　　 Zhang Wei’s cell phone in his hand rang again, and Fang Jing’s name was displayed on the phone.

　　 Yang Jian recovered at this time, his eyes moved slightly when he saw Fang Jing's name.

　　 He almost forgot, the square mirror is still nearby.

　　 After thinking about it, he still chose to connect.

　　 "Hey, Yang Jian, I have already given you things. You can't hang up my phone. Hurry up, tell me how to get out of here. Hurry up." Fang Jing's voice was panicked, obviously he was scared now.

　　Because he is alone now, and there is no fellow classmate next to him.

　　 Although he got rid of the footsteps behind him, he was still in the ghost domain. As long as he didn't leave the ghost domain, the safety he did was only temporary.

　　 Yang Jian's eyes flickered at this moment, and his mind was thinking quickly.

　　 He decided to do an experiment with the square mirror.

　　 Soon, he opened his mouth and said: "Fang Jing, I won't take you away from here, but I will teach you a method. I also survived through this method."

　　 "What method, teach me quickly, quickly." Fang Jing urged.

　　 Yang Jian said: "You can still connect to the Internet on your mobile phone? Now I post a website. You open a forum and find a post by a netizen named Raiden Karmapa."

　　 After finishing speaking, he posted the address of the ghost story on the forum he had read before.

　　 Fang Jing quickly received the message, and then said: "I found that post called Raiden Karmapa, that post is popular,"

　　 "Open, block other people, turn to the end." Yang Jian said.

　　 Fang Jing's fingers were sweating, he tapped the phone screen, opened the post, and flipped to the end as instructed.

As soon as 　　 opened, he trembled all over.

a photo.

　　The picture shows an old man wearing a long gown, covered with corpses, numb and dead gray on his face.

　　 The old man was standing outside the glass window, seeming to be passing by.

　　 That's right.

　　 This is the old man knocking on the door outside the classroom before.

　　 "I don't see the photo, save the photo." Yang Jian said.

　　 "Okay, okay." Fang Jing swallowed and 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 show up, he seemed to have left here, and he didn't know where he was going.

　　 But Yang Jian knew that the ghost domain was still there, and the old man had not left.

　　 is just out of sight.

　　 After all, the school is so big, it's not surprising that you can't see that thing.

　　 "Yang Jian, Yang Jian, you speak, I have done what you said, but nothing happened." Fang Jing's voice came over the phone.

　　 "Is the guess wrong? The old man did not appear outside the classroom because I saw his photo." Yang Jian frowned.

　　 He had three assumptions in his mind before.

　　 The Raiden Karmapa posted in a forum post in a hospital in a certain city in another province.

　　 is at least a few hundred kilometers away from Dachang City.

　　How likely is it to bump into the same ghost from the hospital to the school in a certain city in another province?

　　 Yang Jian felt that it was very, very small.

　　 Unless there is only one possibility, the old man was attracted to him by something.

　　 A signal, a condition, or someone.

　　 Therefore, his first guess was related to Zhou Zheng.

　　 The old man is looking for Zhou Zheng, after all, Zhou is a ghost master, he must have dealt with ghosts

　　 But with Zhou Zheng's death, it was also the first time he saw this old man, so this hypothesis can be overturned.

　　 The second guess is related to Fang Jing.

　　 But Fang Jing hasn't died since the old man appeared, so it can be ruled out.

　　 Then the third guess... the old man brought it by himself.

　　 If the hypothesis is true, then the only people Yang Jian and the old man have involved in are reading the forum story, seeing his photos, and hearing the knock on the door recorded by the Thunder King...

　　 "If it's not a photo, it's the sound of knocking on the door."

　　 Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued to speak: "Fang Jing, see that the audio file below is not there, click on it, this is your chance to leave here."

　　 "Okay." Fang Jing clicked on the audio file.

　　 "Boom, boom..." dull, like a knock on the human heart, quickly spread in the dark environment.

　　 Fang Jing picked up the phone to light up a circle, and then said; "Yang Jian, nothing happened..."

　　 However, Yang Jian on the other end of the phone suddenly shrank his eyes, with a look of horror on his face.

　　 An old man, an old man wearing a long gown with a gray face and corpse spots, did not know when he appeared on the path of the school's green belt. His steps were stiff and slow, and he walked towards Fang Jing step by step.

　　 Sure enough, it appeared...

　　 and it appeared unreasonable, as if the old man had been standing there.

　　 "Damn it, my guess is correct. The old man came to me because I heard the knock on the door..." Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.

　　 "Yang Jian, hello, Yang Jian, you speak."

　　 Fang Jing didn't know that the old man was walking towards him, and continued to ask.

　　 Yang Jian stepped back slowly, avoiding the old man’s vision, and carefully left: "Keep listening to that audio file, don’t stop."

　　 "Does this really work?"

　　 Fang Jing repeatedly clicked on the audio file and asked.

　　 "咚, 咚咚."

　　 The strange knock on the door was constantly playing on the phone in his hand.

　　 Although it didn't seem to have any effect, Fang Jing found that there were no more footsteps around. Although it looked useless, it could not be said that it was completely ineffective.

　　 "Yang Jian's method should be useful." Thinking of this, Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 But what he didn't know was that behind him, the old man wearing a black gown and covered in corpses was gradually approaching him.

　　At this moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yang Jian immediately left the greening tree, away from the old man, and returned to the previous playground.

　　 The distance is at least several hundred meters, and the square mirror and the green woods are no longer visible.

　　 "Fang Jing, are you still alive?" Yang Jian asked suddenly.

　　 "Nonsense, of course I am 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?" Fang Jing was taken aback for a moment, very puzzled.

　　 "The old man who appeared before knocking on the door outside the classroom was attracted by me, and that thing came to me."

　　 Yang Jian said: "I didn't know before, but now I know, and the conditions that led the old man to appear I think are related to the audio file, yes, it is the knock on the door you just heard."

"what?"

　　 Fang Jing's scared heart shrank suddenly, and his face showed a look of horror.

　　 The knock on the door can draw the old man over, so I clicked so many times just now...

　　 Fear filled his body again, and he subconsciously stepped back a few steps.

　　 "Boom~!"

　　 The body seemed to hit something, cold and stiff.

　　 Looking back, an old man with a gray face and corpse spots looked at Fang Jing numbly.

　　The body...can't move.

　　 An old, thin, icy palm slowly lifted up, and gradually covered Fang Jing’s face... It was powerful, and he felt that the bones on his face were being crushed.

　　 "Yang, Yang Jian..." Fang Jing screamed in horror and resentment on the other end of the phone.

　　 Yang Jian was unmoved, and said to the phone: "You taught me, you can't be too naive."

　　 After speaking, he hung up the phone.