Chapter 13

Fang Jing indeed did not leave this school.

However, he also lost his way. Although he managed to escape from the terrifying teaching building with Zhou Zheng's help, he was still trapped here.

In order to avoid the old man, he ran into a small grove of trees outside the school playground in a panic.

These were the school's landscaping trees, and the area was not large at all.

But under the cover of darkness, the dozens of trees here seemed like an endless primeval forest, trapping Fang Jing and the few remaining classmates inside. No matter which direction they went, they were always in this grove, never able to get out.

"Damn it, why, why, why is that old ghost still following me? Shouldn't that thing be looking for Yang Jian?" Fang Jing's face was drenched in cold sweat: "Yang Jian must be dead. He's dead, so this old ghost has chosen me as his target. It must be so."

"The future has changed, so now I have replaced Yang Jian as the old ghost's target."

"But I'm not Yang Jian, how do I know how to survive from this old ghost?"

Fang Jing now deeply regretted it. If he had known this, he should have pretended with Yang Jian, letting him charge ahead while he hid behind.

He was too hasty, forgetting that at this moment, Yang Jian was not the biggest enemy; the old man was the most terrifying existence.

"Fang, Fang Jing, listen, those footsteps are coming again." Suddenly, a voice beside him said in fear, trembling.

"How so fast? One person should be able to hold off a ghost for several minutes." Fang Jing suddenly raised his head, then gritted his teeth and glanced at the few people beside him.

The remaining classmates now avoided Fang Jing as if avoiding a demon.

On the way, starting from pushing Yang Jian into the toilet, Fang Jing left Zhao Qiang, Wan Feng, He Qiuyan... Over a dozen classmates were abandoned by him using various means, all to use their lives to hold off the ghost behind him.

During this time, some chose to run away and disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen again.

Now, only five or six classmates remained by his side.

They were not unwilling to run, but they dared not run. Following Fang Jing at least kept them alive until now, while those who left earlier might already be dead.

Fang Jing, relying on the little knowledge he had, had become a tyrant among this group, instilling fear.

"Damn it, these people have learned, they won't let me stay behind anymore. If I force others to stay behind, they will immediately choose to run away." Fang Jing felt the others' vigilance and hostility and cursed in his heart.

"Let's go."

He no longer forced others to stay behind but continued to call out, fleeing in the dim, dark grove.

However, at this moment, the phone in Fang Jing's hand suddenly rang.

It showed Zhang Wei's call.

Fang Jing hesitated for a moment but finally chose to answer.

Zhang Wei and the others had been separated earlier, and perhaps there was some progress, so they were notifying him.

"Fang Jing, it's me, Yang Jian." Yang Jian's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ah~!"

Fang Jing almost jumped up, almost throwing his phone away.

"You, you're not dead? Are you a human or a ghost?"

"Thanks to you, I'm still alive." Yang Jian's voice in the phone was very cold.

Fang Jing's face changed. He had personally pushed Yang Jian into the ghost-infested toilet, and he didn't die. This should be impossible for any ordinary person. How did he manage it?

"Why are you calling me now?" He forced himself to calm down and asked.

"Do you want to live? Do you want to leave the school alive?" Yang Jian asked.

"Do you have a way?" Fang Jing asked, somewhat surprised.

"I have become a ghost tamer. Do you think I have a way?" Yang Jian said.

"That's great, save me quickly."

"Ha ha."

Yang Jian's laugh carried a hint of mockery.

"I didn't mean to do it before. I was just trying to survive. We are classmates, can't we resolve any misunderstandings? As long as you get me out of here, you can do whatever you want. I'll even let you beat me up for free." Fang Jing clutched his phone and said hurriedly.

"Don't say those useless things. If you want me to get you out, you have to satisfy me. Otherwise, you'll be trapped here to die."

"Then, what do you want?"

"I saw Zhou Zheng earlier. He said you are strange. I want to know why. And someone in the classroom said you know the future. Is that true?" Yang Jian asked.

"Yes, that's right. I do know the future. I have information about the future, knowing everything that will happen."

"I will tell you everything about the future if you get me out of here. You won't live long as a ghost tamer. I have a way to keep you alive. If you follow my method, you will not only have the power of a ghost but also avoid the risk of your body being possessed by a ghost. This is a method developed by the International Research Center, currently in a confidential experimental stage, and will be released in three months."

"You can get a head start over other ghost tamers and achieve greater success in the future."

"You're lying. Zhou Zheng said no one can come from the future. He also mentioned that the research institute has conducted such experiments, and time travelers do not exist." Yang Jian continued.

Fang Jing, hearing the footsteps behind him getting closer, felt a chill and ran faster. He panted, "I don't have memories of the future. The information I know comes from a piece of parchment. It was sent by my future self through some method. The content is written by me ten years from now. Yang Jian, save me quickly. If I die, you won't get any information."

A piece of parchment with future information?

Yang Jian's expression changed during the call.

If people cannot travel from the future to the present, objects might still be possible.

There is a possibility of this.

"I want that parchment." Yang Jian immediately said.

"No, I can't give it to you. It's mine." Fang Jing firmly refused.

"You have no choice. The thing behind you is very close. You won't live long. Knowing the future won't help if you die." Yang Jian said.

Fang Jing hesitated.

But the situation did not give him time to think, as the footsteps behind him grew closer.

"I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you."

Fang Jing was out of breath and could no longer run. The surroundings were dim, and his phone illuminated the area, revealing that he was still in the grove.

He couldn't get out.

He didn't want to die and had to compromise.

"But, Yang Jian, I can give you the item, but how do I know you can save me?" Fang Jing, though afraid of death, still kept a cautious mind.

Yang Jian said, "I can teach you how to get rid of the ghost following you, but you only have one chance. If you continue to play tricks, I will not hesitate to refuse this deal."

"Okay, what should I do?" Fang Jing asked.

"Go left." Yang Jian said.

Fang Jing gritted his teeth and immediately changed direction, running to the left.

"Then go right." Yang Jian continued.

Fang Jing followed the instructions, and a surge of joy welled up inside him.

The footsteps behind him gradually faded, and he was moving away from the ghost.

It worked.

This Yang Jian really has the ability to save him.

"Hand over the item." Yang Jian said.

Fang Jing's eyes flickered, "If I give it to you now, what if you don't save me? Get me out of here, and I'll give it to you as soon as we leave the school."

"Is that so? Then the deal is off. Be careful, the thing is catching up again." Yang Jian said.

"Beep beep..." The call ended.

At the same time, the footsteps behind Fang Jing sounded again, and he shuddered.

He looked around.

He didn't know when, but the few classmates beside him had all disappeared, leaving him alone.