A middle-aged man who couldn't see his face sat straight and stiff on the head of Yang Jian's bed, he raised his hand and held the first newspaper, motionless, as if he was really looking at the news in the newspaper seriously.

It all seems to be normal, and there is nothing strange about it.

However, the dimness of the room was not suitable for reading a newspaper at all.

And this person has maintained this posture since Yang Jian went online, and has never changed, which is impossible for ordinary people to do.

The only change was that the man sat on the couch in the living room to the head of the bed.

It's just that the position has shifted.

From far away to closer.

This shortening of distance does not make people feel reassured, but on the contrary, it is an inexplicable threat and fear.

Why did my father sit next to him and read the newspaper in a good manner?

Did you have this habit before?

looked at the portrait hanging on the cabinet in the room, and listened to Liu Xiaoyu's hurried urging.

Yang Jian realized that something was wrong.

If the file Liu Xiaoyu said is true, then is this person still his father?

It seems to be ...... But it doesn't seem to be.

Did my father really die in a car accident when he was a child?

In Yang Jian's mind, he clearly thought that the person in front of him was his father, and everything seemed so natural, without half a point of falsehood.

"Even so, it's still very wrong....."

Yang Jian immediately withdrew his palm, and instead of opening the newspaper that was blocking this person, he immediately picked up his mobile phone, stood up suddenly, and stepped back.

Try to stay away from this man reading the newspaper.

What was wrong with his memory?

Or is it just a dream and not real?

Or is it weird in the whole residential building?

"Anyway, let's get out of here first, and then figure out what the hell is going on. Yang Jian can't be sure if there is a problem with himself, or if there is a problem with his father, or if there is a problem around him.

He cautiously retreated from the room to the living room.

I didn't go to alarm my father who read the newspaper.

As he exited the room, he was curious, trying to see the man's face.

However, before Yang Jian could see it clearly, he found that the corner of the newspaper was scarlet, as if it was soaked in blood, and the rich scarlet seemed to be about to turn into blood and drip down.

Blood-stained newspaper~!

A normal person would read such a newspaper?

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and at this moment he completely believed that what Liu Xiaoyu said was true, his father had died in a car accident when he was in elementary school, and the file on her side was true, so the so-called father in front of him could not exist at all, because the dead would not be resurrected.

And if the father does not exist, then there is only one possibility for the man sitting on the bed reading the newspaper in front of him, and that is ...... Ghost.

Immediately, his heart trembled.

When?

When did this ghost sneak into the house, when did it appear in the house, and when did his memory be tampered with?

Or have you been living with this ghost for years?

If it weren't for Liu Xiaoyu's phone call, would he never be able to wake up?

Thinking about it carefully, Yang Jian felt creepy.

The moment he stepped out of the room.

The man reading the newspaper suddenly moved, and his head turned around at a strange speed, facing Yang Jian.

Immediately, Yang Jian retreated in fright.

This man ...... No face, no facial features, just a layer of flesh and skin.

"Let's go. ”

Yang Jian roared in his heart, turned around and fled without saying a word.

It has been thoroughly determined.

This man is a ghost.

However, the moment he turned his head, his eyes immediately went black, as if he had hit something.

A newspaper .......

Sticky, fishy, as if stained with thick blood.

The newspaper was pasted on his face, and it was immediately stuck to it, and he subconsciously wanted to tear it open, but this blood-stained newspaper was like turning into the skin on his face, and as soon as it was torn, his face was extremely painful, and it could not be torn apart easily.

"This ghost has started attacking me?" Yang Jian immediately realized this in his heart.

He'd been attacked twice by demons when he was at school.

"The only one who can deal with ghosts is ..... ghosts"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, an eye suddenly opened on the back of his hand, and the flesh came out and emitted a faint red light.

The palm with this eye had an effect when he tore open the newspaper covering his face.

The newspaper was gradually detaching from the face, like a plaster being torn off.

And yet at this very moment.

The ghost didn't seem to want to let himself go so easily.

Yang Jian felt the ghost leaning over, as if pulling the newspaper behind him.

The power of terror came.

The newspaper wrapped around his face shrank again, sticking to his face, and a strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness came quickly.

If you continue like this, you don't have to be killed by ghosts, and you will be suffocated to death by this weird newspaper.

"Since you want to play, then I'll play with you, you're a ghost, but I'm not a human. Yang Jian let out a beastly roar in his throat.

Two red eyes suddenly popped out of his face.

The newspaper where the eye grew out immediately made a tearing sound like paper, and it was torn open.

At the moment when the newspaper was torn open, the terrifying pull behind it was immediately reduced a lot.

"Come again. Yang Jian secretly gritted his teeth.

The power of this eye can't be used much, if you use it once, he will be one step closer to death, but if you don't use it now, you don't need to borrow the power of the ghost in your body, and you will die now.

An eye popped out of his forehead again.

"Huh~!"

The blood-stained newspaper on his forehead was torn open again.

The force of the pulling behind him became lighter again, and at this moment, his suffocating and dizzy feeling quickly faded.

"Go on. ”

Yang Jian knew that the strength of this ghost in his body was not enough.

A fifth eye popped out of his neck.

Another crack opened in the eye that strangled his neck.

At this time, as soon as Yang Jian used his hand, the newspaper wrapped around his face was torn apart in an instant because there were too many tears.

Suffocation, dullness is completely gone.

Big gulps of air poured in.

Yang Jian's face grew four eyes, glowing faintly red.

He looked back.

There was no one behind him, only the blood-stained shredded newspapers scattered on the ground.

"Get out of here. ”

Yang Jian was so frightened that he didn't dare to stay for a long time, and he didn't take anything and immediately opened the door and left the house quickly.

And it wasn't long before he left.

In the room where he had been before, a man came out.

The man picked up the torn and scattered newspapers on the ground and pieced them together.

Soon the newspaper was back to its previous appearance, still stained with scarlet blood, but on top of the scarlet newspaper there was the outline of a human face.

That face is ...... Yang Jian.

The man picked up the newspaper, then walked to the couch next to him and sat down as if nothing had happened, and continued to raise his arms, looking at the newspaper in front of him motionlessly, exactly the same posture as before.

Until hours later.

Suddenly, the man moved.

He slowly lowered his arm, he was no longer without facial features and faces.

At this moment, he showed Yang Jian's face.

However, on the face of this "Yang Jian", the area where the eyes grew before was blank, as if a clear photo had been cut out in a few places.

The face is not perfect......