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    Stealing Fang Jing's memory, Yang Jian learned everything, got the location of the human skin in the world three years ago, and immediately took Wang Shanshan to prepare to leave.

    "Yang Jian, you're not going to class anymore?" Zhang Wei hurriedly said, "Take me if you want to skip class, don't leave me behind."

    After speaking, he also chased after him.

    "I have to deal with some private matters, not to play. You should stay in the classroom and attend class." Yang Jian walked out of the classroom while talking.

    "Don't be so indifferent." Zhang Wei followed up cheekily.

    But when he just walked out of the classroom door, he was stunned.

    Outside the classroom, the figures of Yang Jian and Wang Shanshan had disappeared, and there was no one in the corridor.

    "Is it necessary to walk so fast?" Zhang Wei muttered, disappointed, and could only return to the classroom.

    At the moment, other students in the classroom are talking about what just happened crazily.

    But all of this has nothing to do with Yang Jian.

    Although the classmates from three years ago are familiar, they are all unimportant memories in Yang Jian's eyes. He will not stay here to waste time reminiscing with classmates, and leave immediately after completing his purpose.

    However, after leaving No.7 Middle School, Yang Jian and Wang Shanshan came to a community in Dachang City.

    soon.

    Yang Jian used the ghost domain and came to the residents of one of the buildings.

    There was no one in the room at this time. Fang Jing's parents should be at work and not at home at this time. This is also a good thing and saves some trouble.

    "Is the human skin paper in Fang Jing's house?" Wang Shanshan glanced casually, her eyes resting on a bookshelf.

    This bookshelf is full of all kinds of books, all of which are masterpieces of famous authors, history and literature, and even many old books of some years. It can be seen that the owner of this family prefers to read books, and also  I like to collect all kinds of books.

    Wang Shanshan's sense is more acute.

    Apparently, the only bookshelf in this room where human skin paper might be placed.

    "It should be on this bookshelf." Wang Shanshan said slowly.

    Yang Jian nodded: "That's right, the human skin is hidden on this bookshelf."

    As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, then swept his ghostly eyes casually, and finally took down a thick book from the bookshelf.

    The font of this book is in traditional Chinese. It is dated, like it was issued during the period of the Republic of China. The original owner kept it well preserved, and there is nothing incomplete.

    However, the next moment.

    The book in Yang Jian's hand began to rapidly oxidize and crack, and finally fell into pieces.

    The thick book quickly dissipated in his hands, and in the end only a page of dark brown yellowish paper remained, which was still intact without being affected by the supernatural power.

    "Human skin paper." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he found a piece of human skin paper that was exactly the same as his own.

    "It seems that everything is going well." Wang Shanshan said.

    Yang Jiandao: "There are not many things that can be stopped in this world, but I'm really curious that a world that was constructed three years ago can perfectly reproduce everything. The longer you stay here  I am more and more suspicious that this may be a real world, not fake."

    "I feel the same way." Wang Shanshan nodded, feeling it herself.

    So the more this is the case, the easier it is to indulge in the past world and not want to wake up, because they really can't find out what is false in this world.

    At this moment, Yang Jian was waiting quietly holding the human skin paper from three years ago.

    There is nothing unusual about the cold human skin being held in the palm of the hand, everything seems to be peaceful, making one wonder whether this human skin is really useful.

    "Appeared."

    After waiting quietly for a moment, Yang Jian's eyes were fixed.

    The human skin paper from three years ago in his hand seemed to have been awakened after a long sleep. Black and distorted writing began to appear on it. At first, these writings were dense and shapeless, and it was impossible to see what was on it, but soon these writings  Continue to distort and deform, and gradually become traditional characters.

    Just like the handwriting on the previous book.

    However, soon some of the traditional characters also began to disappear, and finally became the well-known simplified characters.

    "My name isYang Jian, I will be dead when you read this sentence"

    The weirdness of the human skin paper began to appear.  familiar selfAppeared in front of you again.

    "The information is gone?"

    Yang Jian tried to continue reading, but found that the other distorted handwriting behind the first sentence was rapidly disappearing, and no new information came out.

    "Could it be the same as the human skin in our hands that refuses to help us?" Wang Shanshan asked.

    "I don't know, let's take another look. If it doesn't work, find a place to bury this thing, and bury it a few thousand meters deep. I guarantee that it will never be discovered." Yang Jian said.

    But he just finished his sentence.

    On the human skin paper from three years ago in my hand, words immediately appeared: "I came to this world by accident, but I know very well that this is not the real world three years ago. This is a seemingly peaceful world.  In fact, it is a world full of dangers, and I must find a way to get out of here before six o'clock in the evening and return to my world."

    "It's 11:30 now, and I don't have much time left. I'm trying to trace past experiences, looking for the surviving older generation of ghost masters, hoping to learn from them how to leave here."

    "At 11:40, I came to Taiping Ancient Town, but I wasted some time there but didn't find the answer I wanted."

    "At ten past twelve, I went to the ghost post office, trying to find the manager of the ghost post office, but I found the old man named Luo Wensong, but I met Zhang Xianguang, and I fought with him in the ghost post office, but I  I never thought that Luo Wensong would stand by Zhang Xianguang's side and join hands with him to deal with me."

    "I couldn't beat the combination of the two of them. I failed and died in the ghost post office"

    "Huh?" Yang Jian's face moved slightly when he saw this sentence.

    According to the prediction of the human skin paper, he tried to find the answer to leaving here from the older generation of ghost masters left in the Republic of China. It turned out that Yang Jian was killed in the ghost post office, and died under the joint efforts of Zhang Xianguang and Luo Wensong.  .

    "I'm not a match for these two people?" Yang Jian was a little surprised.

    According to his estimation, he should be able to fight against these two people now, but he didn't expect that when he tried his best, he was not the opponent and was killed in the ghost post office.

    It seemed that Luo Wensong was not as simple as he thought.

    Luo Wensong was more terrifying when he was alive than after death.

    Of course, it is not ruled out that the place of the fight is in the ghost post office, where the opponent has the upper hand after all.

    The message of death appeared, the handwriting on the human skin paper began to disappear, and then a new self began to emerge.

    "My name is Yang Jian. When you read this sentence, I am already dead I accidentally returned to the world three years ago, and I am thinking about how to get out of here. I have tried to find the old generation in the past.  Ghost Master's help, but unfortunately I failed, I must not go to the ghost post office, otherwise I will die under the joint efforts of Zhang Xianguang and Luo Wensong."

    "I changed my mind and went to the headquarters at 12:20. On the condition of joining the headquarters, I met Mr. Qin."

    "Three years ago, Mr. Qin was still alive. I asked him how to leave this world, but Mr. Qin refused, and asked me to stay in this world and change the future of this world. I know that all this is impossible  , because at six o'clock in the evening I will be confronted with terror like never before."

    "After being rejected, I tried to leave the headquarters to seek other solutions, but I failed. I was trapped in the headquarters by Mr. Qin."

    "At six o'clock in the evening, a terrifying ghost appeared."

    "At ten past six, I'm dead"

    Another death message appeared.

    This time, Yang Jian did not die in the ghost post office, nor did he die in the hands of Mr. Qin, but was forcibly trapped in the headquarters by Mr. Qin, unable to escape. When the time came, he could only die of hatred.

    "Continue." Yang Jian looked ugly, staring at the parchment.

    I hope this new human skin can predict a way out for myself.

    This new human skin paper is very suitable for Yang Jian, and it seems to establish the initial trust, so it is constantly helping Yang Jian to predict everything in the future, and he does not pretend to be silent.

    Perhaps it is also worried that it will be buried in the ground by Yang Jian, and it will never see the light of day.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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