Chapter 15

Seeing the handwriting appear above, he hesitated for a long while.

In the end, Yang Jian did not throw away the brown human skin.

The reason was simple: he did not want to follow in Zhou Zheng's footsteps and die from the ghost's revival.

Although the parchment exuded an evil and eerie aura, to Yang Jian, it was an unknown opportunity. Perhaps this parchment could reveal some important information to him, or perhaps it could truly foretell the future.

"I can feel that keeping this parchment is definitely not a good thing... but I have no choice now. No matter how bad the situation gets, the worst that can happen is death, which is better than the ghost's revival." Yang Jian's eyes flickered. "And if I am more careful and take more precautions, perhaps the situation won't be too bad."

Biting his lip, he rolled up the human skin and stuffed it into his pocket.

He had already decided to keep it.

At this moment,

The phone in his hand, which belonged to Zhang Wei, suddenly rang again. The caller ID displayed Fang Jing's name.

Yang Jian snapped back to reality and his eyes moved slightly when he saw Fang Jing's name.

He almost forgot that Fang Jing was still nearby.

After some thought, he decided to answer the call.

"Hey, Yang Jian, I've already given you the item, you can't just hang up on me. Quickly, tell me how to leave here, hurry up and tell me," Fang Jing's voice was very panicked, clearly he was very afraid.

Because he was now alone, with no classmates around him.

Although he had managed to escape the footsteps behind him, he was still in the ghost domain. As long as he didn't leave the ghost domain, any sense of safety was only temporary.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and his mind was working quickly.

He decided to use Fang Jing as an experiment.

Soon, he said, "Fang Jing, I won't take you out of here myself, but I will teach you a method. I survived through this method."

"What method? Teach me quickly, hurry up," Fang Jing urged.

Yang Jian said, "Can your phone still access the internet? Now, I'll send you a URL. Open a forum and find a post by a netizen called 'Lightning King.'"

After saying that, he sent the URL of the ghost story he had read earlier.

Fang Jing quickly received the message and said, "I found the post by 'Lightning King.' It's a popular one."

"Open it, block out everyone else, and scroll to the end," Yang Jian said.

Fang Jing's fingers were sweating. He tapped the screen of his phone, opened the post, and followed the instructions to scroll to the end.

As soon as he did, he shuddered all over.

A photo.

The photo showed an old man in a long robe, covered in corpse spots, with a numb, ashen face.

This old man was standing outside a glass window, as if passing by.

That's right.

This was the old man who had knocked on the door outside the classroom earlier.

"Did you see the photo? Save it," Yang Jian said.

"Okay, okay," Fang Jing swallowed hard, and with fear, he saved the photo.

After he finished, Yang Jian immediately looked around, paying attention to the surroundings.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes... the old man did not appear. It seemed he had left, but Yang Jian knew the ghost domain was still there, and the old man had not left.

He was just out of sight.

After all, the school was so large; it wasn't strange that he couldn't see the old man.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, speak up. I've done what you said, but nothing has happened," Fang Jing's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Was my guess wrong? The old man didn't appear outside the classroom because I saw his photo," Yang Jian frowned.

Earlier, he had three hypotheses.

The post by 'Lightning King' was from a hospital in a city in another province.

It was at least a few hundred kilometers away from Dachang City.

What were the chances of encountering the same ghost in a hospital in another province and at the school?

Yang Jian thought the chances were very, very small.

Unless there was only one possibility: the old man was lured here by something.

A signal, a condition, or someone.

So, his first guess was that it was related to Zhou Zheng.

The old man was looking for Zhou Zheng, after all. Zhou Zheng was a ghost tamer and had definitely dealt with ghosts.

But with Zhou Zheng's death and the fact that he had never seen the old man before, this hypothesis could be ruled out.

The second guess was that it was related to Fang Jing.

But since the old man had appeared and Fang Jing was still alive, this could also be ruled out.

So, the third guess... the old man was lured by him.

If this hypothesis was correct, then the only connection between Yang Jian and the old man was that he had read the forum story, seen his photo, and heard the knocking sound recorded by 'Lightning King'...

"If it's not the photo, then it must be the knocking sound."

Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued, "Fang Jing, do you see the audio file below? Open it. This is your chance to leave here."

"Okay," Fang Jing opened the audio file.

"Knock, knock knock..." A dull, heart-pounding knocking sound echoed in the dark environment.

Fang Jing shone his phone around and said, "Yang Jian, nothing is happening..."

But on the other end of the line, Yang Jian's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his face showed a look of horror.

An old man, dressed in a long robe, with an ashen, corpse-spotted face, had appeared on the path in the school's green belt. His steps were stiff and slow, and he was walking towards Fang Jing.

Sure enough, he appeared...

And his appearance was illogical, as if he had been standing there all along.

"Damn it, my guess was right. The old man is looking for me because I heard the knocking sound..." A chill enveloped Yang Jian.

"Yang Jian, hey, Yang Jian, speak up."

Fang Jing, unaware that the old man was approaching him, continued to ask.

Yang Jian slowly backed away, avoiding the old man's line of sight, and carefully left: "Keep listening to the audio file, don't stop."

"Is this really going to work?"

Fang Jing repeated, opening the audio file again.

"Knock, knock knock."

The eerie knocking sound played continuously on his phone.

Although it seemed to have no effect, Fang Jing noticed that the footsteps had stopped. Even though it seemed ineffective, it couldn't be said to have no effect at all.

"Yang Jian's method should work." Thinking this, Fang Jing felt a slight relief.

But he didn't know that behind him, the old man in the black long robe, covered in corpse spots, was gradually approaching.

At this moment, Yang Jian immediately left the green belt, moved away from the old man, and returned to the previous playground.

He was at least a few hundred meters away, out of sight of Fang Jing and the green belt.

"Is Fang Jing still alive?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

"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 about?" Fang Jing was stunned, very confused.

"The old man who appeared outside the classroom and knocked on the door was lured by me. That thing is looking for me."

Yang Jian said, "I didn't know before, but now I do. The condition that lured the old man was related to the audio file, yes, the knocking sound you just heard."

"What?"

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

If the knocking sound could lure the old man, then he had opened it so many times...

Fear surged through him again, and he instinctively took a few steps back.

"Bang~!"

His body seemed to hit something, cold and stiff.

Turning around, he saw the old man with an ashen, corpse-spotted face looking at him numbly.

His body... couldn't move.

An old, withered, cold hand slowly lifted and gradually covered Fang Jing's face... the force was great, and he felt his facial bones being crushed.

"Yang, Yang Jian..." came Fang Jing's terrified and resentful scream from the other end of the line.

Yang Jian remained unmoved and said into the phone, "You taught me, don't be too naive."

After saying that, he hung up.