Seeing the handwriting on it, he hesitated for a moment.

In the end, Yang Jian did not lose this brown human skin.

The reason is very simple, because he doesn't want to follow in Zhou Zheng's footsteps and die of a ghost recovery.

Although this parchment reveals a kind of evil and weirdness, it is an unknown opportunity for Yang Jian, maybe this parchment can really reveal some important news to himself, and maybe he can really know the future.

"I can sense that it is certainly not going to be a good thing to leave this parchment....... But I don't have a choice now, no matter how bad the situation is, it's better to die than to revive the ghost. Yang Jian's eyes flickered: "And if I am more careful and more precautionary, maybe the situation will not be too bad." ”

Gritting his teeth, he rolled up the human skin and stuffed it into his pocket.

It has been decided to leave it behind.

Now.

Zhang Wei's mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang again, and the name of Fang Jing was displayed on the phone.

Yang Jian came back to his senses at this time, and his eyes moved slightly when he saw Fang Jing's name.

He almost forgot that the square mirror was still around here.

After thinking about it for a while, he still chose to connect.

"Hey, Yang Jian, I've already given you something, you can't hang up on me, quick, tell me quickly, how to get out of here, you say it quickly." Fang Jing's voice was panicked, and it was clear that he was scared now.

Because now he is alone, and there is no one with him next to him.

Although he got rid of the footsteps behind him, he was still in the ghost domain, and as long as he didn't get out of the ghost domain, his safety was only temporary.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered at the moment, and his mind was thinking quickly.

He decided to do an experiment with a square mirror.

Soon, he spoke: "Fang Jing, I won't take the initiative to take you out of here, but I will teach you a method, and I survived through this method." ”

"What method, you teach me quickly, quickly. Fang Jing urged.

Yang Jian said: "Your mobile phone can still be connected to the Internet, right? Now I send a URL to the past, you open a forum, and find a post made by a netizen named Thunderbolt King." ”

With that, he sent the address of the forum ghost story he had read earlier.

Fang Jing quickly received the message, and then said, "I found the post called Thunderbolt Master, and that post is popular,"

"Open, block others, flip to the end. Yang Jian said.

Fang Jing's fingers were sweating, he clicked on the phone screen, opened the post, and flipped to the end as instructed.

As soon as he opened it, he shuddered.

A photo.

The photo shows an old man in a long robe, covered with corpse spots, numb and dead on his face.

The old man stood outside the glass window, as if he was passing by.

That's right.

This is the old man who knocked on the door outside the classroom before.

"If you see that there is no photo, save it. Yang Jian said.

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

After he finished doing this, Yang Jian immediately looked around, paying attention to the situation in all directions.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes....... The old man didn't show up, he seemed to have left the place, and he didn't know where he was going.

But Yang Jian knew that the ghost domain was still there, and the old man did not leave.

It's just out of sight.

After all, the school is so big, it's not surprising that you can't see that thing.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, you speak, I have done what you said, but nothing happened. Fang Jing's voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Guess wrong, that old man didn't show up outside the classroom because I saw his picture. Yang Jian frowned.

Three assumptions had sprung up in his mind before.

The thunderbolt king in the forum post was posted in a hospital in a city in another province.

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

What are the chances of hitting the same ghost from a hospital to a school in a city in another province?

Yang Jian felt that it was very, very small.

Unless there is only one possibility, the old man was lured by something.

A signal, a condition, or a person.

Therefore, his first guess was related to Zhou Zheng.

The old man was looking for Zhou Zheng, after all, Zhou Zheng was a ghost rider and must have dealt with ghosts

But with Zhou Zheng's death, and the fact that he also saw this old man for the first time, this assumption can be overturned.

The second guess is related to the square mirror.

But the old man has appeared until now, and Fang Jing has not died until now, so it can also be ruled out.

So the third guess...... The old man had brought it himself.

If the assumption is true, then the only thing that Yang Jian and the old man are implicated is to read the story of this forum, see his photo, and hear the knock on the door recorded by the Thunder and Lightning King......

"If it's not a picture, it's the knock on the door. ”

Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued to speak: "Fang Jing, see that the audio file below is not, click on it, this is your chance to leave here." ”

"Good. Fang Jing clicked on the audio file.

"Knock, knock....." was dull, like a knock on the heart of a person, and quickly spread in the dark environment.

Fang Jing picked up his mobile phone and lit up a circle, and said, "Yang Jian, nothing happened......

However, Yang Jian on the other end of the phone had his eyes shrank suddenly, and his face showed a look of horror.

An old man, an old man in a long robe, with a dead face covered with corpse spots, did not know when he appeared on the path of the school's green belt, his steps were stiff and slow, and he walked towards the square mirror step by step.

Sure enough, there was a .....

And it didn't make sense, as if the old man had been standing there.

"Damn, my guess is right, that old man is here for me, because I heard the knock on the door......" Yang Jian felt a chill enveloping his heart.

"Yang Jian, hey, Yang Jian, you speak. ”

Fang Jing didn't know that the old man was walking towards him, and continued to ask.

Yang Jian slowly stepped back, avoiding the old man's field of vision, and left cautiously: "Continue to listen to that audio file, don't stop." ”

"Does this really work?"

Fang Jing asked as he clicked on the audio file repeatedly.

"Knock, knock. ”

The phone in his hand kept playing that weird knock on the door.

Although it didn't seem to have any effect, Fang Jing found that there were no more footsteps around him, and although it seemed useless, it couldn't be said to be completely ineffective.

"Yang Jian's method should be useful. Thinking of this, Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

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

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

At least a few hundred meters away, there is no square mirror anymore, and there is no green forest anymore.

"Fang Jing, are you still alive?" Yang Jian suddenly asked.

"Nonsense, of course I'm alive. Fang Jing said.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you, I lied to you. ”

"What did you lie to me?" Fang Jing was stunned for a moment, very puzzled.

"I brought in the old man who knocked on the door outside the classroom before, and that thing came for me. ”

Yang Jian said: "I didn't know before, but now I know, and the condition that led the old man to appear I think is related to the audio file, yes, it is the knock on the door you just heard." ”

"What?"

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

This knock on the door could have lured the old man over, and he had just clicked so much......

Fear surged through his body again, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Bang~!"

The body seemed to hit something, cold, stiff.

Looking back, an old man with a dead face and corpse spots looked numbly at the square mirror.

Body...... Can't move.

An old, thin cold palm slowly lifted up, gradually covering Fang Jing's face...... The force was great, and he felt the bones in his face being crushed.

"Yang, Yang Jian ......" Fang Jing's frightened and resentful screams came from the other end of the phone.

Yang Jian was unmoved, and said into the phone: "You taught me not to be too naïve." ”

With that, he hung up the phone.