The white mist poured into the white paper umbrella in Jiang Xiaobai's hand.

The village of Tsukishita is gone.

The ground was flat and smooth, as if it had been specially made by a ten-ton roller, and there was not half a pit to be found.

White mist was blowing, and the faint moonlight was sprinkled on an open white paper umbrella, Jiang Xiaobai looked around, there was yellow mud all around, and only a white coffin existed.

Turning off the white paper umbrella in his hand, his body regained a little temperature, but the exhalation was still a visible white mist.

Turn on the phone, the time displays: 10:9 p.m.

The battery level of the mobile phone has been kept at 48%, and there is a signal, and the alarm can be called.

Call the police.

"Hey, hello, I'm experiencing a supernatural event here."

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Dachang City, an old community, Yang Jian's house.

A high school student lay in bed unable to move, sweating the size of a bean on his forehead, chest, and arms, dull, depressed, and breathing almost nonexistently.

It's like a ghost pressing a bed, obviously conscious, but he can't move up and down.

The dim room seemed to have become a dark cage at this moment, and Yang Jian was a prisoner in this cage, unable to break free, unable to escape, and seemed to sink forever, living forever

Suddenly.

On the pitch-black ceiling, the darkness gradually condensed, as if it had changed into the shape of an eye.

This eye was very large, occupying the entire ceiling, although it was not opened, Yang Jian could feel that the huge eye was peeking at him, and a strange gaze always stayed on his body.

"Gollum~!"

Yang Jian felt the flesh on his cheeks cold, as if he had been forced open by something, and a red eye was revealed in the flesh and blood.

A strange perspective came to mind.

At the same time, there seemed to be something in the body that was drilling around, wandering, and the thing was about to stretch the flesh apart, almost tearing the skin, and a sharp pain spread, as if it had been tortured, and it was unbearable.

However, Yang Jian was conscious, but he still couldn't move.

I can only let the ghost thing in my body move unscrupulously, and I want to wail in pain, but my mouth only moves slightly, I can't open it, and I can't make any sound.

This lasted only a short time before he regained control of his limbs.

Jingle bell~

The cell phone next to the bed rang, it was long, not wide, and thick, like a brick.

Yang Jian wiped the sweat from his face, and on his forehead, one eye peeked uneasily from side to side, turned, and stopped on an old, yellowed parchment next to the computer.

"Hey, who's that?"

Yang Jian's voice was low, vaguely unhappy.

"Your name is not Zhang Wei at all, your name is Yang Jian, a native of Meishan Village, Dachang City, Yang Town, a certain province, born on January 1, now nineteen years old, twenty .....years old"

On the other side of the phone, Liu Xiaoyu, his exclusive operator gritted his teeth.

Yang Jian got out of bed, walked towards the human skin, and said, "So you have already found Zhang Wei to investigate?" It's very fast, I thought you would have found out four hours ago, don't get me wrong, I was so able to trust a stranger's phone call at first? What if it's a mobile phone scam? Giving you fake news is also for your own safety. ”

"Because of how much time and how much time has been delayed by one of your lies...... Calm down, calm down! ”

Liu Xiaoyu exhaled; "Dachang City, Yuexia Village, there is a supernatural event, our people have passed, the supernatural event there has been solved, you go over and look at him for a while, the person in charge of the headquarters 'Zhao Kaiming' has set off here, and there are still eight hours to Dachang City."

"The new Ghost Rider?" Yang Jian squinted slightly, didn't take it to heart, and said, "What's the benefit?" I do things for you for no reason, and I can't give nothing. There is also a salary from the boss, not to mention that it is 10 o'clock in the evening, overtime pay, subsidies, I will calculate it here. ”

"You're ......!"

On the other end of the phone, Liu Xiaoyu gritted his teeth.

Yang Jian didn't care so much, came to the computer, reached out and picked up the vellum paper, the ghost eye on his forehead could see in the dark, and he clearly saw the words on the vellum paper.

The text is crooked, like a ghost drawing, but it is understandable.

My name is Yang Jian, and by the time you read this, I was already dead......

After reading it, Yang Jian didn't react, every time he looked at the beginning of the parchment, it was this sentence, and he was almost immune.

The handwriting on the vellum disappears, and new writing appears.

1. I am from you ten years later, and I am passing on the message of the future to you through some kind of supernatural power.

2. Remember, be careful of 'Jiang Bai', I was killed by him.

3, Dachang City, Yuexia Village, he came out and came out with a white paper ghost umbrella.

"That's it?" Yang Jian sneered, he didn't believe the ghost words on the human skin paper at all, after all, the human skin paper was really a ghost!

The above nonsense can be referenced, but it is absolutely not credible.

"What are you laughing at?"

The sound of Liu Xiaoyu gritting his teeth came from the mobile phone.

"I didn't laugh at anything, I remembered something funny, can't I laugh?" Yang Jian shook his head, looked at the newly emerged handwriting on the vellum paper, and continued to speak: "1 million, give me 1 million on the card, and I will go for you." ”

The handwriting on the vellum disappeared, and new handwriting emerged, crookedly, as if written in a panic, and like a child's ghost drawing.

4, Jiang Bai, he walked out alive in the ghost village of ghosts, hanged ghosts, umbrella ghosts, ghost hugging people, white paper ghost umbrellas, withered hands ghosts, white ghost coffins, white paper umbrellas, a total of eight ghosts!

5. He came out!

"Eight ghosts came out of the ghost village alive?" Yang Jian frowned slightly, there was a hint of solemnity on his face, although the human skin paper was not credible, and the news revealed may be false, but it was better to believe it than not to believe it.

"Liu Xiaoyu, let me ask you, can anyone in your headquarters, the International Ghost Rider, come out alive in the ghost village of eight ghosts?"

Yang Jian put away his joking temperament, the headquarters is very mysterious, and he also knows some news that ordinary people can't know, such as people like him, who can control the supernatural, are managed by the International Ghost Master.

"Eight ghosts? What are you kidding, the killing laws of the eight ghosts are completely different, if you trigger one, you may die, not to mention the ghost village like the eight ghosts, you have to die as soon as you enter, by the way, why are you asking this. ”

Yang Jian looked at the handwriting that had disappeared from the human plum, and there was no sign of it coming out again, and frowned slightly: "What are you not doing, ask curiously." ”

On the other end of the phone, Liu Xiaoyu spoke: "1 million has been reported to you, but there is little hope for approval, and I will try my best to meet your ......requirements." ”

Without waiting for Liu Xiaoyu to finish speaking, Yang Jian spoke: "I'll take a trip here." ”

The phone hangs up.