Fang Jing did not expect that Yang Jian would hung up the phone so decisively, giving him no room for negotiation.
He just wanted to give Yang Jian a perfunctory first, and after he left the school, he turned against him without hesitation and refused to hand over the parchment.
But Yang Jian's decisiveness and simplicity made him panic.
And what's even more fatal is that the sound of footsteps behind him appeared again.
Yang Jian’s previous guidance only temporarily helped him get rid of the ghost behind him.
What to do, what to do?What to do? Without Yang Jian’s help, I would definitely not be able to get out of here. I would definitely die at the hands of the evil ghost. I don’t want to die. My future has just begun. With the help of parchment, I will definitely become a master of this world. Why would I be willing to die here like this?
Fang Jing was panicked. He sweated coldly and subconsciously continued to run, hoping to get away from the footsteps behind him.
But it was still useless, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.
The darkness around it seemed to be getting richer and more intense, and could swallow people.
No, no, I can't die, give him parchment. Yang Jian is right. If I die, no matter how much I know, it will be useless. Moreover, I have a rough understanding of the future information. The value of parchment to me is not as great as I imagined.
Under the threat of death, nothing can be given up.
Fang Jing trembled with his palm and picked up his cell phone and called back Zhang Wei's phone.
Beep, beep.
The phone was connected.
I will give you the parchment paper, as long as you promise to take me out of here.Before the other side could speak, he took the lead.
Yang Jian’s voice came from the other end of the phone: Throw the parchment paper on the ground, I will go and get it.
Fang Jing didn't play tricks anymore at this moment. He took out a stack of dark brown paper from his pocket without hesitation and threw it on the ground.
I have done it, please help, help, I don’t want to die.
Yang Jian said: I will teach you to get rid of the ghost behind you, and you can go to the right.
OK, thank you, thank you, thank you.Fang Jing was panicked and hurriedly followed Yang Jian's instructions.
Go further to the right.Yang Jian continued.
Fang Jing did it again, and the effect immediately appeared.
The footsteps behind him were gradually pulled away and finally disappeared completely. Fang Jing was surprised and happy, knowing that he was temporarily safe.
madness.
Yang Jian put down his cell phone, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stopped and looked at Fang Jing spinning like a headless fly in the woods in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous.
The footsteps following Fang Jing were not ghosts at all.
But him.
Yes, there was no ghost following Fang Jing, only Yang Jian followed him.
He was scared by ghosts, and Fang Jing couldn't see through the ghost realm. Who knew that the person who followed him was actually a person?
Is this the parchment that records future information?Yang Jian picked up the things on the ground.
The brown leather is soft and a bit cold, as if taken out of the ice warehouse, revealing a bit of unknown and weirdness.
As soon as he started, his eyes on the back of his hand couldn't help but open, emitting a faint red light.
This is not parchment…it is human skin, and something is not right.Yang Jian felt a trembling heart, and this thought popped up in his mind.
Open it and take a look.
A line of words is written on the parchment.
My name is Fang Jing. When you see this letter, I am already dead. Don’t be surprised. I belong to you ten years later. I am telling you the future information through some special method. Please remember the following content firmly.
Ghosts have appeared in this world, it’s no joke. When you know this news, it’s already too late and you’ve been behind other ghost drivers for at least half a year.
Be careful that your classmate Yang Jian, the future he is terrible... I was killed by him, so you must kill Yang Jian in advance, otherwise you will definitely die at his hands in the future. Remember to kill Yang Jian.
On June 20th of a certain year, when you were studying at night, you would meet an Interpol Zhou Zheng explaining some special knowledge to you. This is very important. Zhou Zheng was a ghost driver affiliated to the Asian division, code-named Guiying Zhou Zheng, but he is a passerby, so you don’t have to take it too seriously.
Be careful of the ghost baby running out of his body. That thing will grow. In a few months, the ghost baby will grow into... It is recommended to stay away... Otherwise, it will die.
We must join Interpol as soon as possible...
Remember...gold...paper.
Stay away...escape.
……ghost……
When Yang Jian saw this information, he found that the handwriting on the parchment was quickly becoming blurred and dimmed.
The key information was constantly erased by some force and completely disappeared in front of me. The originally dense notes had turned into a large blank parchment at this time.
Just like the characters on the computer, they disappeared one by one.
Yang Jian had not even seen anything useful, and the font on the parchment that recorded the future information had been fully informed.
What the hell is going on?
He frowned deeply and looked around the parchment paper.
Indeed, the handwriting disappeared without any trace.
Faced with this phenomenon, Yang Jian couldn't help but remember a movie he had watched before. If the past changes, the future will also change.
Could it be that he took away the parchment paper that records future information from Fang Jing, so he erased the traces of the future?
However, before Yang Jian could think for a long time, he saw that he appeared on the parchment again.
The strokes and strokes appeared in front of you, just like an invisible person constantly writing with a pen.
My name is Yang Jian. When you see this letter, I am already dead. I am ten years later and you are telling you the information about the future through some special method...
Seeing this, Yang Jian felt cold all over, and looking at the parchment in his hand, his eyes shrank slightly: What the hell is this...
This is definitely not parchment that records future information.
He could feel the weirdness and evil nature of this human skin. The words that appeared on it just now were not erased by the square mirror in the future, but by the human skin independently.
It changed a master and wanted to erase the information of the previous master, so Yang Jian's information is now being generated.
You must never believe the above thing, you cannot ask for it.
Yang Jian's eyes flashed and he felt an unknown fear.
He looked around and wanted to throw this human skin into the sewer and let it disappear forever.
But a string of words appeared on the parchment: Don't throw them away, don't throw them away... I can help you.
...You would die without me...you would die.
Soon all the handwriting disappeared, leaving only two words: Stay, Stay.
The two words are repeated constantly, twisting, without any structure, different in size, and covered with a whole body of human skin.
He just wanted to give Yang Jian a perfunctory first, and after he left the school, he turned against him without hesitation and refused to hand over the parchment.
But Yang Jian's decisiveness and simplicity made him panic.
And what's even more fatal is that the sound of footsteps behind him appeared again.
Yang Jian’s previous guidance only temporarily helped him get rid of the ghost behind him.
What to do, what to do?What to do? Without Yang Jian’s help, I would definitely not be able to get out of here. I would definitely die at the hands of the evil ghost. I don’t want to die. My future has just begun. With the help of parchment, I will definitely become a master of this world. Why would I be willing to die here like this?
Fang Jing was panicked. He sweated coldly and subconsciously continued to run, hoping to get away from the footsteps behind him.
But it was still useless, and the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer.
The darkness around it seemed to be getting richer and more intense, and could swallow people.
No, no, I can't die, give him parchment. Yang Jian is right. If I die, no matter how much I know, it will be useless. Moreover, I have a rough understanding of the future information. The value of parchment to me is not as great as I imagined.
Under the threat of death, nothing can be given up.
Fang Jing trembled with his palm and picked up his cell phone and called back Zhang Wei's phone.
Beep, beep.
The phone was connected.
I will give you the parchment paper, as long as you promise to take me out of here.Before the other side could speak, he took the lead.
Yang Jian’s voice came from the other end of the phone: Throw the parchment paper on the ground, I will go and get it.
Fang Jing didn't play tricks anymore at this moment. He took out a stack of dark brown paper from his pocket without hesitation and threw it on the ground.
I have done it, please help, help, I don’t want to die.
Yang Jian said: I will teach you to get rid of the ghost behind you, and you can go to the right.
OK, thank you, thank you, thank you.Fang Jing was panicked and hurriedly followed Yang Jian's instructions.
Go further to the right.Yang Jian continued.
Fang Jing did it again, and the effect immediately appeared.
The footsteps behind him were gradually pulled away and finally disappeared completely. Fang Jing was surprised and happy, knowing that he was temporarily safe.
madness.
Yang Jian put down his cell phone, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He stopped and looked at Fang Jing spinning like a headless fly in the woods in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous.
The footsteps following Fang Jing were not ghosts at all.
But him.
Yes, there was no ghost following Fang Jing, only Yang Jian followed him.
He was scared by ghosts, and Fang Jing couldn't see through the ghost realm. Who knew that the person who followed him was actually a person?
Is this the parchment that records future information?Yang Jian picked up the things on the ground.
The brown leather is soft and a bit cold, as if taken out of the ice warehouse, revealing a bit of unknown and weirdness.
As soon as he started, his eyes on the back of his hand couldn't help but open, emitting a faint red light.
This is not parchment…it is human skin, and something is not right.Yang Jian felt a trembling heart, and this thought popped up in his mind.
Open it and take a look.
A line of words is written on the parchment.
My name is Fang Jing. When you see this letter, I am already dead. Don’t be surprised. I belong to you ten years later. I am telling you the future information through some special method. Please remember the following content firmly.
Ghosts have appeared in this world, it’s no joke. When you know this news, it’s already too late and you’ve been behind other ghost drivers for at least half a year.
Be careful that your classmate Yang Jian, the future he is terrible... I was killed by him, so you must kill Yang Jian in advance, otherwise you will definitely die at his hands in the future. Remember to kill Yang Jian.
On June 20th of a certain year, when you were studying at night, you would meet an Interpol Zhou Zheng explaining some special knowledge to you. This is very important. Zhou Zheng was a ghost driver affiliated to the Asian division, code-named Guiying Zhou Zheng, but he is a passerby, so you don’t have to take it too seriously.
Be careful of the ghost baby running out of his body. That thing will grow. In a few months, the ghost baby will grow into... It is recommended to stay away... Otherwise, it will die.
We must join Interpol as soon as possible...
Remember...gold...paper.
Stay away...escape.
……ghost……
When Yang Jian saw this information, he found that the handwriting on the parchment was quickly becoming blurred and dimmed.
The key information was constantly erased by some force and completely disappeared in front of me. The originally dense notes had turned into a large blank parchment at this time.
Just like the characters on the computer, they disappeared one by one.
Yang Jian had not even seen anything useful, and the font on the parchment that recorded the future information had been fully informed.
What the hell is going on?
He frowned deeply and looked around the parchment paper.
Indeed, the handwriting disappeared without any trace.
Faced with this phenomenon, Yang Jian couldn't help but remember a movie he had watched before. If the past changes, the future will also change.
Could it be that he took away the parchment paper that records future information from Fang Jing, so he erased the traces of the future?
However, before Yang Jian could think for a long time, he saw that he appeared on the parchment again.
The strokes and strokes appeared in front of you, just like an invisible person constantly writing with a pen.
My name is Yang Jian. When you see this letter, I am already dead. I am ten years later and you are telling you the information about the future through some special method...
Seeing this, Yang Jian felt cold all over, and looking at the parchment in his hand, his eyes shrank slightly: What the hell is this...
This is definitely not parchment that records future information.
He could feel the weirdness and evil nature of this human skin. The words that appeared on it just now were not erased by the square mirror in the future, but by the human skin independently.
It changed a master and wanted to erase the information of the previous master, so Yang Jian's information is now being generated.
You must never believe the above thing, you cannot ask for it.
Yang Jian's eyes flashed and he felt an unknown fear.
He looked around and wanted to throw this human skin into the sewer and let it disappear forever.
But a string of words appeared on the parchment: Don't throw them away, don't throw them away... I can help you.
...You would die without me...you would die.
Soon all the handwriting disappeared, leaving only two words: Stay, Stay.
The two words are repeated constantly, twisting, without any structure, different in size, and covered with a whole body of human skin.
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