On the wall diagonally opposite the bed, about two meters high next to the door, there is a 12-inch black and white photo, in which Yang Jian is wearing a black suit and expressionless, looking very much like a posthumous portrait!

Jiang Xiaobai walked over and looked at it carefully, frowning slightly, Yang Jian in the photo had a little mustache, short hair, a wrinkle on his forehead, and his face was pale, looking indescribably weird.

"Hello uncle."

The bedroom door opened slightly, and the person who was immersed in reading the newspaper entered the room, looked at Jiang Xiaobai with a faceless facial features, turned his head to look at Yang Jian's back, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed close to Yang Jian's side.

"Yang Jian, you are all popular to take black and white photos now?"

Jiang Xiaobai asked suspiciously, for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say the specifics.

"Dad, don't sleep yet." Yang Jian glanced back, turned his head again, tore open a bag of bread, and said while gnawing: "That's my father's portrait, he was killed a few years ago." ”

“？？ Your father's portrait, and who is sitting behind you! ”

"My dad ......!"

Yang Jian reacted violently, his father was hit by a car a few years ago, and now it is impossible for his father to be sitting behind him!

can fool the ghosts in the bodies of the two ghost handlers, and there is only one possibility for those sitting behind them!

Another ghost!

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead opened violently, and the white mist in Jiang Xiaobai's hand gathered into a white paper umbrella, and before the two of them could make any response, the bedroom environment turned scarlet as blood.

The old red newspapers were flying all over the sky, and a person sat on the corridor, burying his head in the old newspapers, slowly raising his stiff neck, revealing a face with no facial features.

The two old newspapers were glued to Jiang Xiaobai and Yang Jian's faces, breathing was difficult, breathless, and the body could not move, and the newspapers seemed to be stained with thick blood, sticky and fishy.

The people on the corridor slowly stood up straight, and took the lead in walking towards Jiang Xiaobai step by step, and the old newspaper in his hand was slowly raised and slowly pasted on Jiang Xiaobai's face.

The two old newspapers were superimposed, and a strange memory poured into his mind, and before he could occupy Jiang Xiaobai's entire consciousness, the newspaper on Jiang Xiaobai's face automatically fell off, his body also regained consciousness, and the white paper umbrella in his hand was opened.

The white mist spread, and the newspaper in the ghost's hand seemed to be shattered by an invisible spirit, scattered all over the ground, and the scarlet world turned back into the bedroom, and Jiang Xiaobai disappeared in place with Yang Jian.

The ghost stood there and waited for a long time, bent down to pick up the broken newspapers, and stitched them together, but a few were missing.

Looking at an unfamiliar face on the old newspaper, the ghost slowly stuck it in his face.

The face was neatly pasted, and the ghost put down the newspaper, revealing an unfamiliar face that only Jiang Xiaobai had seen a few times.

It was Yuexia Village, lying in the morgue, the first group of ghost riders who came into contact with the supernatural, named Chen Yuan, codenamed Ghost Umbrella!

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Somewhere in the alley of a barbecue stall, the white fog dissipated, Jiang Xiaobai wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and appeared, on the white paper in his hand, several pieces of old newspaper fragments were stuck to it, as if they were integrated.

"Huh? Sweating, the feeling of revival is gone? ”

Jiang Xiaobai looked at the white paper umbrella in his hand suspiciously, and beside him, Yang Jian had an old newspaper on his face, standing in place, motionless.

But around his neck, a ghost eye turned restlessly from side to side, peeping, and a faint red light faintly appeared.

"It's not that it's gone, but it's suppressed by old newspapers?!"

Jiang Xiaobai scratched his head, the analysis should be right, but it is not right, closed the white paper umbrella in his hand, reached out and tore off the old newspaper on Yang Jian's face, and said, "You are awesome, dare to recognize ghosts as fathers." ”

"Why save me?" Yang Jian frowned slightly.

"Then I'll stick the newspaper back for you and send you back?"

“…… Thank you. ”

Yang Jian thanked indifferently, checked his body, and his whole body was fine, the five eyes under the skin and flesh were squirming, and he also carried his mobile phone, and the human skin paper was also in his pocket.

Jiang Xiaobai tore off half of the old newspaper, the white mist in his hand appeared, and he pasted it on the white paper umbrella, his body temperature began to warm up, and he completely recovered into an ordinary person, and the white paper umbrella disappeared.

Yang Jian looked at this scene indifferently, the second ghost eye on his forehead turned restlessly from side to side, peeping, thought about it and didn't grab it, and said: "Give me this half of the newspaper, I'll show you something, you can ask him to solve the problem of ghost recovery, just refer to it, but don't believe it." ”

Yang Jian took out the parchment paper from his pocket.

A moment later, on the barbecue stall seat, Yang Jian called Liu Xiaoyu, explained the general situation at home, hung up the phone, ate barbecue, and looked at the old newspaper on half of his arm.

The revival of the ghost is temporarily gone, or it is suppressed by the spirit on the old newspaper.

Jiang Xiaobai sat opposite, looking at the handwriting that appeared on the human parchment, the handwriting was crooked, even ugly.

My name is Jiang Xiaobai (江白), and by the time you see this, I am already dead.

"Jiang Bai is me?"

Jiang Xiaobai was slightly puzzled, a little puzzled, why was there one word missing from his name, maybe the human skin paper was deceiving people.

Yang Jian glanced at it, turned on his mobile phone, ate barbecue, and said, "Just refer to it, don't believe the nonsense above." ”

He can't go back to his home now, so he has to find a place to live first, and then find a job to earn a sum of money to leave to his mother.

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

I'm from you ten years later, and I'm telling you through some kind of supernatural means, remember, be careful of Yang Jian, I was killed by him......

Jiang Xiaobai ate the barbecue speechlessly, and said: "Yang Jian, if you don't give me money, the old newspaper will cost you 1 million yuan, the motorcycle parked downstairs in your house, and the snacks bought downstairs in your house will be 1006333 yuan in total." ”

"No money." Yang Jian swiped his mobile phone and didn't raise his head.

"Slam the door." Jiang Xiaobai took a sip of beer and looked down at the handwriting that disappeared and reappeared on the parchment.

"Take me, I can help you navigate the second ghost."

"Give me that white coffin, and I'll show you how to control the second ghost."

Method 1: Let the white paper ghost umbrella crash.

Method 2: Take me with you into the white coffin.

Method 3: Go to Shanhe Village and find and hold a ghost.

Method 4: Become an outlier.

Method 5: Go to the island country of Broken Bridge.

Method 6: My name is Jiang Xiaobai (Jiang Bai), I just escaped from the hands of the ghost, and I was surprised to find that the old newspaper in the other party's hand can suppress the revival of the ghost in the body, but this is not a long-term solution, I decided to find it and take the old newspaper in its hand!

The human skin paper gives six plans, but the first five only reveal a little information, whether it is true or false, we have to go to verify.

Jiang Xiaobai frowned slightly, looked at the sixth piece of information given by the piece of paper, and thoughtfully pushed it to Yang Jian.

Belief is naturally unbelief.

But it's worth referencing, maybe it works!

After reading it, Yang Jian was also thoughtful, but shook his head: "It's too late for the ghost to hide, you still have to look for it, but this method is worth trying, but I won't go." ”