Koboji Temple, basement.

A black shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air, and Yang Jian walked out of the black shadow to the end of the basement.

Yang Jian stood in the basement with a deep groan on his face.

A trip home just now, the harvest was beyond his expectations.

Originally, Yang Jian just planned to borrow the hand of the mirror to lure the newspaper ghost, and then imprison the thing to solve the supernatural hidden around him.

Unexpectedly, I unexpectedly found out the origin of the human skin paper.

The vellum paper comes from Koboji Temple.

This is indeed something that Yang Jian did not expect.

At the end of the basement is an old wooden door.

Since Yang Jian did not flee here to avoid the knocker as in his dream, there was no trace of the wooden door being opened.

The door was covered with gold leaf, and it was shut, with a rusty copper lock hanging from it.

Looking at the copper lock, Yang Jian's eyes shrank suddenly.

Yang Jian has been to this basement twice in his dreams.

The first time was to escape here from the knocking ghost, and then he mastered the ghost eye and became a ghost rider.

The second time was when the starving ghost incident broke out, and Yang Jian came here to take the coffin nails.

Both times they came and went, and he didn't know much about supernatural events at the time, so he didn't notice anything abnormal.

However, looking at it again at this time, Yang Jian immediately recognized it.

This copper lock is exactly the same as the copper lock style on the new house that Yang Jian saw in the ghost house!

"Could it be that this basement was built by ghost riders from the same period as the haunted mansion?"

The red light in Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and the superhuman eye instantly took in all the traces in the basement.

The basement style does not look like it was built in modern times, and the floor and walls are made of green bricks that look very old and have long been eliminated, and the shape is somewhat similar to the dilapidated house in the Republic of China in the Guanjiang community.

"No one has been here for a long time."

Yang Jian didn't see any traces of the living, and turned his head to look at the old wooden door.

There was gold leaf on the door, and the Yang Ghost Domain couldn't influence it.

But this is not difficult for Yang Jian.

Behind Yang Jian, a shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air, and then turned into a black shadow and wrapped Yang Jian in it.

In the next second, the black shadow disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, Yang Jian had already come to the inside of the old wooden door.

Gold can block the ghost's supernatural power, but it can't stop the shadow's own strange ability.

Shadows can appear anywhere around Yang Jian.

After entering the door, Yang Jian suddenly became vigilant.

What appeared in front of Yang Jian was a desolate, lifeless dark space.

Behind Yang Jian is not an old wooden door, but a moldy, moss-covered blue brick wall.

Tick, tick......

In the dark space, there was a sudden sound of dripping water.

The voice was soft, small, but very clear, and stood out in the dark.

Yang Jian's superhuman eyes scanned around, and his invincible super vision was limited by supernatural powers, and he could only see things within three meters, and he couldn't see anything beyond this distance.

"The ghost eye is hated less when it is used!"

The ghost's supernatural power is simply an artifact in this situation.

Following his memory, Yang Jian soon came to the White Bone Tree.

Familiar place.

Everything is still the same as I remember.

In front of Yang Jian, a big tree with white bones took root on the ground.

There were many strange and terrible things hanging from the treetops, with withered palms, rotten human heads, blood-stained rags, and filthy old clothes......

Yang Jian didn't look at those things, but stared at the trunk of the white bone tree.

A huge black figure three meters tall was pinned to the trunk of the tree.

The black shadow has the outline of a human, but there is no human facial features, like a mass of black shadows condensed, a bit like a headless ghost.

But it's not the same as a headless ghost.

This thing is physical.

A rusty coffin nail pierced its body and pinned it to the tree.

Tick, tick......

A faint dripping sound reappears.

Yang Jian followed the prestige, and saw a drop of black blood flowing out of the wound where the black shadow was pierced by the coffin nail.

The blood fell on the blue bricks on the ground with a "ticking" sound.

"What kind of being are you?"

Yang Jian looked at the black shadow solemnly, and finally looked at the position of the black shadow's eyebrows.

There's a scarlet eerie eye there.

Ghosteye turned restlessly.

looked at Yang Jian strangely.

Yang Jian did not directly take away the ghost eye, but analyzed what Fang Jing had said before.

The parchment paper was picked up by the square mirror at the basement door.

The next day, the knocker came to Yang Jian.

Then Yang Jian was attracted by the sound of water droplets in the toilet, so he took away the ghost eye and became a ghost handler.

Then Yang Jian would find the square mirror and take the human skin paper from his hand.

In the end, Yang Jian fell deeper and deeper on the road of ghost recovery, and even became an outlier who was neither human nor ghost!

"Coincidence?"

Yang Jian sneered and scoffed at this conclusion.

How can there be so many coincidences in this world?

There should be only one real coincidence, and that is that Yang Jian suffered the curse of the knocker.

Wrong!

Yang Jian suddenly became alert.

He wasn't sure if he had opened the forum by accident, or if he had been guided by some kind of supernatural force.

You must know that the newspaper ghost was next door to Yang Jian at that time.

With the ability of the newspaper ghost, he can completely influence Yang Jian to do anything quietly.

Including opening that forum!

The thoughts in Yang Jian's mind turned sharply, and he quickly sorted out all the information

"Three days ago, the manager of the sixth floor of the ghost post office, that is, the old man surnamed Luo, fell from the fifth floor of the ghost post office and fell to his death!"

"Also three days ago, Fang Jing picked up the human skin paper at the door of the basement of Hongfa Temple, and began to be affected by supernatural powers."

"Last night, I boarded that forum and was cursed by the knocker."

"This afternoon, Zhou Zheng received a call from Zhao Kaiming, asking him to come to my class to give a lecture in the evening."

"Tonight, the knocker struck, and the square mirror exposed the human skin."

Thinking of this, Yang Jian felt that a certain thought in his mind was becoming clearer and clearer.

"According to the normal trajectory, that is, the situation in the dream, after the knocking ghost attacked, Zhou Zheng quickly died of the resurgence of the ghost, and I was framed by Fang Jing and pushed into the toilet on the third floor!"

"At that time, the test on the third floor had actually been affected by some kind of supernatural power, and the door of the toilet was directly connected to the basement of Kohoji Temple."

"Then, just as I was about to be killed by the ghost in the toilet, the sound of black blood dripping scared the ghost away, and it led me here."

"If it wasn't for some kind of calculation in the dark, how could you explain the way this ghost looked at the time?"

Thinking of this, Yang Jian saw the scarlet ghost eyes in the center of the black shadow's eyebrows.

Ghosteyes are still the same.

Restlessly turning, looking at Yang Jian strangely and evilly.

The only difference from that night was that the ghost's eyes, though still eerie, were quiet, and did not emit an evil red light.

Even though Yang Jian was attracted by the red light at that time, he was invaded by the ghost eye, and thus became a ghost master.

If Yang Jian hadn't become a ghost handler, he would definitely have died in the "starving ghost" incident half a month later.

The wishing ghost can't get the pieces from the starving ghost, and there is nothing that comes after!

Thinking of this, Yang Jian's eyes lit up, and he finally filled in the last piece of the puzzle.

"From the very beginning, there were people behind the scenes who designed the whole bureau!"

"He has great ambitions, because in the process of layout, he has either released or cultivated many S-class ghosts!"

"This game is perfect, if I hadn't deduced all this in my dream, I'm afraid that until I die, I will be a pawn played by others!"

"But now that I've got an eye on everything, it's easy to find the people behind it!"

"The first step in this game of chess is the person behind the scenes!"

"Everything started with the knocking ghost incident, so the source is the death of an old man surnamed Luo!"

"Whoever pushes the old man surnamed Luo down from the fifth floor is the person behind the scenes!"

"Besides, this man knows my father!"

"Because everything I deduced in my dream was probably arranged by my father!"

"Father may have sensed the man's calculations, and the dream was his counterattack against the man!"