Under the awning.

Wang Xiaoming sat there motionless, and on the table in front of him was the first pitch-black, diamond-shaped awl.

As for Yang Jian, he left.

"He refused?" Li Jun suddenly appeared next to him.

Wang Xiaoming said, "He will agree, it just takes a little time, and I like to deal with people who reject me, because when he rejects you, he knows in his heart what kind of price he will have to bear and what kind of consequences it will bring, this kind of person who can clearly realize himself is often more trustworthy than those who are impulsive when they see a little benefit." ”

"All I have to do now is wait, I've given him a little bit of a subtle reminder that he shouldn't dare to use that thing's plan anymore, and in the case of losing the last hole card, all he can do is trade with me, and my chips are high enough. ”

"Let's go, there are more important things to deal with, Yang Jian will let it go for the time being, let him spend seven days of training first. Wang Xiaoming stood up and said.

Now.

Yang Jian walked alone on the road to the training base.

His thoughts were complicated.

Because Wang Xiaoming already knew about the existence of human skin paper, although Wang Xiaoming had never seen human skin paper, it did not prevent this guy from guessing it, after all, he hanged himself last time and gave him enough information.

"He wanted to get the human skin paper because the research on the ghost coffin failed, and he had to find another way to control the ghosts, and my success case gave him enough confidence, he felt that my way was right, and the terrifying existence that could suppress the ability of the three ghosts without a brain was also successfully broken by Wang Xiaoming, and it crashed directly and became a coffin nail. ”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly.

So, should you trade with him?

He is very clear of the peculiarities of the human skin paper, and the plan to resurrect Tong Qian has begun to appear in the recent formidable traps.

If he hadn't accidentally discovered that Tong Qian's identity was a ghost, the crying face and smiling face would have been replaced by the ghost's body, and then he was perfectly controlled by the ghost, and finally ushered in a group annihilation.

Even if he thinks about it now, Yang Jian feels a little afraid.

Therefore, some of Wang Xiaoming's words are actually not wrong, and the plan of the human skin paper is no longer credible.

Although the plan is right, there is some kind of trap hidden that you can't detect, and Yang Jian doesn't dare to bet that he will be equally lucky next time to see through the trap of the human skin paper and successfully survive.

But even if it succeeds next time, what about next time?

As long as the trap in the parchment paper scheme succeeds once, Yang Jian is finished.

"I can't afford to gamble, I stud every time, sooner or later, I will lose all my money, and I will even have to lose my life. He shook his head helplessly.

As a matter of fact.

Yang Jian has another alternative. In addition to the skin paper, he also has an alternative such as a ghost cabinet in his hand.

If he exchanged two conditions for the help of the ghost cupboard, he could also solve his own problems.

It's just that there is a clear price to pay, but there is no trading trap, it depends on whether you can fulfill the requirements of the ghost cupboard.

It's just that there are no pitfalls in the process of trading, and what about the result after trading?

Once the ghost cabinet uses Yang Jian to accomplish all its purposes, no one can predict what the consequences will be.

"Whether it's skin paper or ghost cupboard, it's not a good thing, and if you're not careful, you'll be finished, and it's not so easy to deal with ghosts. Yang Jian sighed, revealing his helplessness.

This kind of helplessness is like the light swallowed up by darkness, so that you can't see any way of hope to live.

And every ghost handler is the same as Yang Jian, moving forward in the dark in this darkness, walking the same path with the ghosts, and taking a wrong step is a catastrophe.

"Young people, don't sigh all day long, be positive, there are still many beautiful things waiting for you in this world. At this time, Zhao Jianguo's voice sounded, but he saw him striding over from behind, with a hint of a smile on his face.

Yang Jian was a little surprised: "Aren't you shot?"

"......" Zhao Jianguo's smile suddenly froze.

How does this guy talk?

If you're not a ghost rider, you're bound to break your leg if you say that out there.

It's so offensive.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm just dismissed, and I'm currently working at the training base and being in charge of receiving you. Zhao Jianguo said.

"It turns out that you have changed from the captain of the communications department of the headquarters to a waiter, and you are miserable, and you are still used to running errands with tea and water, right? What about the salary? Yang Jian asked a series of questions.

Zhao Jianguo was not annoyed, and snorted: "It's not bad, it's okay, it's quite leisurely, just read the newspaper if it's okay." ”

"It's still going to be okay if you look at the newspapers. Yang Jian said.

"Although you still have this temper, I'm still very happy to see you alive to tell the truth, how about it? Have you seen Liu Xiaoyu?" Zhao Jianguo asked.

Yang Jian said: "That short guy who likes to play Lori?"

"Don't all young people like this style?" said Zhao Jianguo.

"Do you think I still like that word in my life?" Yang said.

Zhao Jianguo smiled: "You can try, it's the worst thing to make a friend, she cares about you." ”

"A lot of people care about me, but not that kind of care, they all care about whether I'm dead or not. Yang Jian said.

"Forget it, don't talk about this, I, a semi-retired person, can't take care of your young people's affairs, you're on the wrong track, the first day of training is over there, you really should listen to the first class well, it will inspire you a lot, at least it will allow you to eliminate some of your fear of ghosts. Zhao Jianguo pointed to the right and led the way in front: "Follow me, I'll send you over." ”

"Won't there be math, Chinese, English or anything like that?" asked Yang Jian.

"No, you should just listen to the story, it's easy. Zhao Jianguo said.

Soon.

Zhao Jianguo took Yang Jian to a room in the training base.

The room was huge.

There were more than a dozen newcomers seated.

There are a few familiar people, such as Zhang Lei and Wang Jiang, who have met in the Ping An Hotel before, and some strangers who have not met.

There is no doubt that these people are ghost handlers.

At the other end of the room, there is a podium, a middle-aged and elderly man with white temples and short hair, a serious expression, full of energy, is lecturing very seriously, and some key words are written on the blackboard, ghosts, history, origins, conjectures and the like.

"Yang Jian, you are late, sit here, hurry up and listen to Professor Bai's lecture, very good theory. Zhang Lei waved his hand.

"I should go back to reading the newspaper, you should be careful yourself, don't make trouble. ”

Zhao Jian's Chinese earnestly advised, for fear that there would be more people and something would happen to Yang Ma, a thorn who did not obey discipline.

Yang Jian ignored it and walked into the classroom.

I really didn't expect that after leaving No. 7 Middle School, there would be a day to listen to classes.

Professor Bai on the podium glanced at Yang Jian, who had just come in, and didn't say anything, if it was a previous lecture, he would definitely criticize it, but the people who were listening to the lectures were all extraordinary, and no teacher who gave a lecture dared to do anything.

"Who is this Professor Bai?" asked softly after Yang Jian stepped down.

Zhang Lei said, "When he introduced himself before, he seemed to be called Bai Xuewen, and he has studied the history of various countries since he was in college, especially the special research on gods and ghosts, and he is a very famous professor, a great writer, have you seen it in Liaozhai?"

"I've seen a little, Nie Xiaoqian's breasts are very big. ”

"Liao Zhai is translated by this professor, wait, which version are you reading?"

Zhang Lei gave him a strange look, and continued: "Not only ancient classical Chinese, he has also translated books from other countries, I heard that he can speak at least five Chinese, and he is a national treasure-level figure. ”

Obviously, he has a lot of respect for this white professor.

"Professor Bai said before that the historical record of ghosts can be traced back to the origin of human civilization, and since ancient times, our ancients have a tradition of sacrificing ghosts and gods......" Zhang Lei then gave Yang Jian a supplementary lesson, telling him the content of the previous lecture.

"He wants to use ghost legends to explain the supernatural events that are currently happening?"

A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth: "A good way to cover up, starting from history, cooperating with folk rumors in various countries, forcibly reversing a terrifying and weird thing into something that has already happened in history." ”

In this way, it can really reduce people's sense of fear and stabilize the mood of the public. ”