Chapter 14

Fang Jing did not expect Yang Jian to hang up the phone so decisively, giving him no room for negotiation.

He only intended to temporarily placate Yang Jian, and once he was safe after leaving the school, he would unhesitatingly turn his back and refuse to hand over the parchment.

However, Yang Jian's decisiveness and straightforwardness made him panic completely.

Moreover, the footsteps behind him reappeared, which was even more fatal.

Yang Jian's guidance had only temporarily allowed him to escape the ghost following him.

"What should I do, what should I do? What should I do? Without Yang Jian's help, I definitely can't get out of here. I will surely die at the hands of the ghost. I don't want to die. My future has just begun. With the help of the parchment, I will definitely become a top person in this world. How can I be content to die here?"

Fang Jing was in a panic, cold sweat pouring down his face. He subconsciously continued running, hoping to get further away from the footsteps behind him.

But it was all in vain. The footsteps behind him grew closer.

The surrounding darkness seemed to grow thicker, as if it could swallow a person whole.

"No, no, I can't die. I'll give him the parchment. Yang Jian is right. If I die, knowing more won't help. Besides, I have a general understanding of the future information, so the value of the parchment to me is not as great as I imagined."

Under the threat of death, there was nothing he couldn't give up.

Fang Jing's hand trembled as he picked up his phone and called Zhang Wei back.

"Beep, beep, beep."

The call was connected.

"I'll give you the parchment, I'll give it to you, just promise to help me get out of here." He spoke before the other side could even open their mouth.

Yang Jian's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Throw the parchment on the ground, I'll pick it up."

At this moment, Fang Jing no longer tried to trick him. He unhesitatingly took out a stack of dark brown paper from his pocket and threw it on the ground.

"I've done it, help me, help me, I don't want to die."

Yang Jian said, "I'll teach you how to get rid of the ghost behind you. Go to the right."

"Okay, thank you, thank you." Fang Jing, in a panic, hurriedly followed Yang Jian's instructions.

"Go further to the right." Yang Jian continued.

Fang Jing did as he was told, and the effect was immediate.

The footsteps behind him gradually fell behind and finally disappeared completely. Fang Jing was both surprised and delighted, knowing he was temporarily safe.

"Stupid."

Yang Jian put down his phone, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. He stopped walking and watched Fang Jing run around in the woods like a headless fly, both surprised and delighted, finding it amusing.

The footsteps following Fang Jing were not a ghost.

It was him.

Yes, there was no ghost following Fang Jing, only Yang Jian.

Frightened by the ghost, Fang Jing couldn't see through the ghost realm. Who would have known that the one following him was a person?

"This is the parchment that records future information?" Yang Jian picked up the object on the ground.

The brown leather was soft and slightly cold, as if taken out of a freezer, exuding an ominous and eerie aura.

As soon as he touched it, the eye on the back of his hand opened, emitting a faint red light.

"This isn't parchment... it's human skin, and something is very wrong." Yang Jian felt a chill, this thought popping into his mind.

He opened it.

The parchment had a line of writing.

"My name is Fang Jing. When you read this letter, I am already dead. Don't be surprised. I am you from ten years in the future, using a special method to tell you about the future. Please remember the following content well."

"Ghosts have already appeared in this world. This is not a joke. By the time you know this, it is already too late. You are at least half a year behind other ghost masters."

"Be careful of your classmate Yang Jian. He will be very scary in the future... I was killed by him, so you must kill Yang Jian in advance. Otherwise, your future self will surely die at his hands. Remember to kill Yang Jian."

"On a certain June 20th, during evening self-study, you will meet an international police officer named Zhou Zheng, who will explain some special knowledge to you. This is very important. Zhou Zheng is a ghost master in the Asian region, code-named Ghost Baby Zhou Zheng. However, he is just a passerby, so don't take him too seriously."

"Be careful of the ghost baby that comes out of his body. It will grow. In a few months, the ghost baby will grow into... I suggest you stay away... or you will die."

"You must join the international police organization as soon as possible..."

"Remember... gold... paper."

"Stay away... run."

"...ghost..."

As Yang Jian read these words, he noticed that the writing on the parchment was rapidly becoming blurry and fading.

Key information was being erased by some force, completely disappearing from sight. The originally densely written notes had now become a large blank parchment.

It was as if the characters on a computer screen were disappearing one by one.

Yang Jian had not even seen anything useful before all the writing on the parchment recording future information had vanished.

"What is going on?"

He frowned deeply, flipping the parchment over.

Indeed, all the writing had disappeared, leaving no trace.

Faced with this phenomenon, Yang Jian couldn't help but recall a movie he had seen before. If the past changes, the future will also change.

Could it be that by taking Fang Jing's parchment recording future information, the future him erased the traces?

However, before Yang Jian could think much further, the parchment began to show writing again.

The strokes appeared one by one, as if an invisible hand was writing with a pen.

"My name is Yang Jian. When you read this letter, I am already dead. I am you from ten years in the future, using a special method to tell you about the future..."

Yang Jian felt a chill, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the parchment in his hand: "What the hell is this thing..."

This was definitely not a parchment recording future information.

He could feel the eerie and evil nature of the human skin. The writing that appeared earlier was not erased by the future Fang Jing but by the human skin itself.

It had changed owners and was now erasing the previous owner's information, generating Yang Jian's information.

"You absolutely cannot believe what is written here. This thing cannot be kept."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, feeling an unknown fear.

He looked around, wanting to throw the human skin into the sewer to make 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: "Keep, keep."

The two words repeated, twisted and crooked, of varying sizes, covering the entire human skin.