Mysterious Recovery

Inside the No. 1 safe house in Guanjiang District.

This safe house was originally built by the starvation ghost incident. Because of the hurried construction, it was small and could only accommodate about 20 people. Taking into account its limitations, Yang Jian got rid of Zhang Wei’s father, Zhang Xiangui, and built No. 2 Security. Room.

And this safe house was left unused and became Yang Jian's exclusive safe house.

Inside the safe house were placed various supernatural objects collected by Yang Jian, and the ghosts in custody were remanded.

There are ghost mirrors, embroidered shoes, ghost candles, dead dolls, ghost porcelain

Yang Jian appeared in this safe house at this moment.

He placed the puppets he got from Room 301 this time, and then focused his eyes on the ghost boy.

Reach out and grab it.

Got the bell-like ball on the neck of the ghost boy.

With a twist, the ball opened, revealing a piece of yellow, mottled old paper, the material is like sheepskin, but it reveals a cold and strange atmosphere, this is actually a piece of human skin, and it is still faintly visible on it. Smell a faint smell of corpse.

"The plan on the human skin paper can only be used for reference. I can’t believe it. Since the last time, the things revealed by this thing have become more and more terrifying. To the point of death."

Yang Jian secretly said in his heart.

Give yourself a reminder, and at the same time tell yourself not to talk about hopes over this stuff.

Last time, there was a layer of insurance in the ghost cupboard, and he was lucky enough to survive. If it weren't for the ghost cupboard, he would definitely be dead.

Now.

The transaction between him and the ghost cupboard has not yet been completed, so there is no insurance this time, all on his own.

I didn't dare to ask anyone for help.

Not many people are able to help him.

Wang Xiaoming in the headquarters is one, but he has seen human leather paper, who knows what traps human leather paper will set him.

With Wang Xiaoming's intelligence, he naturally guessed the existence of the trap, but this guy is a very crazy person. He knew it was a trap, and he would step into it as long as he had enough profits.

Old Qin might also be able to help him.

However, Yang Jian and him have no relatives and no reason, and they are not qualified to seek help from others.

After all, people still rely on themselves.

Along the way, Yang Jian has always been like this.

Take back all fluke and shrinking thoughts.

Yang Jian took a deep breath and opened the human skin.

The human leather paper that hadn't been abnormal at this time still showed black writing on it, twisted weirdly, as if something invisible was written on it.

A familiar and weird sentence appeared before my eyes: My name is Yang Jian, and when you read this sentence, I am already dead.

Yang Jian is numb to this sentence and doesn't think it is any strange

"Maybe you are right this time. I may really be dying. If you can't give a solution to the problem, I will put your thing in the ground before dying. This time it's not 10,000 meters. , But a deeper place."

He seemed to say hello.

Talking to himself in front of the leather paper, without the slightest threatening tone, but there is no doubt that Yang Jian's determination to bury it.

Soon, the handwriting on the human leather paper continued to surface: "I shouldn't open that terrible music box again. Last time I was lucky enough to survive, but this time I had a hunch that I was dead. This is my suicide note. If you can see If you do, please help me fulfill my wish in the suicide note so that I can die without scruples."

"One of my wishes is to open the third door of the ancient house in the Republic of China. I want to see what is inside. I never opened that door before I died. If possible, I hope you can see it. Look."

"My second wish is"

Yang Jian's face suddenly darkened.

He felt that Human Leather Paper was talking nonsense. He was not dead yet, he said he was dead, and he had to get a suicide note so that he could fulfill his wish ahead of schedule.

This is how I want to die by myself.

It is still said that putting the human skin paper in the hands of the ghost boy made it feel very resentful, and it has begun to give up on its own.

Yang Jian groaned, he could at least judge that there was a huge trap in the human leather information.

The third room in the ancient house of the Republic of China cannot be opened.

If you really opened that room before dying, you might die very miserably.

"Can't give useful advice, your thing is worthless to me, Guitong, come over and eat it." Yang Jian directly gave the order.

Guitong ran over immediately, then opened his mouth without hesitation to bite at the human leather paper.

There was corpse water dripping from the dark mouth, which was extremely terrifying, and he really wanted to swallow this thing in one bite.

Yang Jian didn't mean to stop him in the slightest. He wanted to see if this man's leather paper was willing to continue to compromise. It was not that the man's leather paper was trying to control him, but he was trying to control the man's leather paper.

If you don't compromise, you will be eaten up.

If he compromised, he would have to see what kind of compromise method this man used to compromise.

There is still no change in the handwriting on the human leather paper. It seems that the information on the human leather paper can only be recorded up to this point.

At this moment, the ghost boy had bitten on the human leather paper, and his damp saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth.

The ghost boy chewed a little bit, and the human skin was wrinkled and swallowed a little bit.

Yang Jian still watched.

It was not him who was being pulled into the abyss now, but the man's leather. He wanted to see if this thing was willing to compromise.

If you don't compromise, it will disappear now.

Being eaten by a ghost boy is equivalent to being eaten by a starving ghost.

Maybe the ghost boy can handle human skin paper.

However, just when the ghost boy swallowed half of the human skin paper.

The human skin that hadn't been moving before suddenly appeared abnormal.

The writing on it disappeared quickly, and then new writing appeared at an extremely fast speed.

"My name is Yang Jian. I was dead when you read this sentence. I have gone through a lot of dangerous and supernatural events, but this time is more dangerous than ever. I opened the music box again when I was in Dachuan City. The second time I turned on the eight tones, it was reasonable, and the cursing bell lingered in my mind again."

"I have a hunch that I will not be able to fight this terrible curse this time. I am going to die, and what is worse than the first time is that my ghost is still in a state of recovery. Although I temporarily suppressed it, this This suppression will not last long."

"I have tried many methods, but none of them worked. The only way is that I have to let the curse of the music box erupt on the ghost. Only in this way can I survive."

"This is a very bold and crazy idea. This is what I think and I do. I don't know if I should tell you this method. I want to ask you a word before then."

"What is human awareness?"

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"Lose your mouth, don't eat it."

Yang Jian immediately snatched the human skin paper when he saw the writing on it.

But as soon as he got it back, the writing on it quickly disappeared.

Although it disappeared very quickly, he had already seen these contents through ghost eyes.

Especially the last sentence "What is the bottom of human awareness?"

Yang Jian is thinking, but the content has changed.

The handwriting on the human skin paper became a solution: "I solved the curse of the music box and the problem of ghost recovery, but you must trust the human skin paper in your opponent. Don't doubt, any doubt may kill you."

"The curse of the music box broke out at 1:15 in the afternoon two days later. When the curse broke out, I loosened the coffin nail's suppression of the ghost, allowing the ghost to invade my consciousness, and at the same time, the human skin It covered my face and then I fell asleep. When I woke up again, the ghost image died and the curse of the music box disappeared."

"My name is Yang Jian, and I was still alive when you saw this sentence."

The writing stopped appearing, and everything fell into calm.

There are no more supernatural changes on the human skin paper.

Yang Jian's eyes were very cold, and he stared at the dark brown human skin paper in his hands: "When the curse breaks out, cover the human skin paper on your face and sleep for a while? Is the trap set up so blatantly? Or does it mean that there is no need to cover up now, just put the trap here and wait for me to step on the desperate situation?"

The hidden traps of human leather paper did not work, and now it seems that the strategy has changed.

"This plan is not credible, I think that sentence is the key."

"What is human awareness?"

Yang Jian thought about it: "This sentence emerged under the threat of a ghost boy, so it has a certain degree of credibility."

"If you want to survive this curse, the key lies in consciousness. This is a breakthrough. I know this. Human skin paper knows this. But human skin paper knows the plan. I don’t know. But according to the characteristics of human skin paper in the past, he The plan that can be given must meet the conditions for completion, and it is impossible to give me an incomplete plan."

"Are you trying to solve the mystery again?"

He rubbed his head.

Solving puzzles, this is not his strong point.

"Think about this again. Anyway, there are still two and a half days. Now I need a supernatural weapon that I can use but cannot be used by ghosts to prevent me from causing a greater threat after my spiritual recovery."

Yang Jian put away the human skin paper, stuffed it into the golden ball, and hung it around Guitong's neck again.

He got up and walked into the tool room of the safe house.

There are a lot of emergency tools, a lot of gold, and some smelting equipment in the tool room.

Usually, he can make containers for imprisoning ghosts here~www.readwn.com~ or make some gold items.

And this time, Yang Jian considered that he might recover from the ghost after death, but the supernatural items could never be controlled by the ghost, so he had to take precautions.

Like the tall male corpse in the Caesars Hotel.

Turning into a ghost wandering and killing people, holding a weird hatchet, terrifying.

What Yang Jian has to do is to put an end to this hidden danger.

Looking at the complete smelting tools in the tool room, many professional manufacturing techniques, smelting experience, even abrasive tool making, as well as carving, polishing and other related skills appeared in his mind.

These skills are not his.

It was the ghost head that invaded countless people's memories and seized it.

But now, Yang Jian has these memories and skills, just like drawing a sketch on an airplane before.