Chapter 17: Stealing Rawhide Paper
Leaving the Peace Hotel and walking into the white mist. When the white mist dissipated, the world returned to No. 7 Middle School.
A campus that should have been bustling with countless students studying was instead deathly silent.
“It’s really like a lifetime ago!”
Zhang Wei exhaled, and his solemn gesture attracted several other people’s attention. This annoyed Zhang Wei, who jumped to his feet and said: “What are you doing? , can’t you, Viagra, say such profound words?”
"It's still him, normal."
Sun Ren chuckled and relaxed.
Yang Jian's expression was not as favorable as expected. He was feeling his own state - the red color on his body, which was as red as paint, turned into a ghost realm again, covering the entire No. 7 Middle School and continuing to spread out. spread.
With the expansion of the ghost eye's ghost domain, the already silent ghost eyes in Yang Jian's body began to stir again.
Yang Jian quickly stopped the ghost realm, touched his chest again, and took out the human skin paper that had returned to its normal state.
His arms were obviously very dry, but the parchment paper seemed to be soaked. Water kept dripping down, and it took a while to stop.
When Yang Jian looked over, writing began to appear on it:
"My name is Yang Jian, and I will be dead when you see this letter..."< br>
Yang Jian skipped the beginning and looked at the following content:
“I desperately opened the ghost eyes and ghost realm, and the five ghost eyes were superimposed, and finally the terrifying knock on the door was opened. The ghosts were sent away, including his group of ghost slaves, to an unknown supernatural land. I survived!”
fart!
Yang Jian looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "Where is the Peace Hotel? Where is the manager Lin Yuan? Have you eaten them all? Or are you scared too?"
But no matter what Yang Jian said or how he threatened, the human skin paper always said this.
“It seems that the Peace Hotel is indeed an existence countless times more terrifying than Human Parchment, otherwise, Human Parchment would not be so secretive. Fortunately, he is well-intentioned now, at least on the premise that he has not violated the rules. I don’t have any ill will towards me. Is the store manager Lin Yuan a human or a ghost? Can a ghost possess human intelligence?”
Yang Jian has many thoughts in his mind, but he also knows .
Whether it was Peace Hotel or Lin Yuan, it was still too far away from him now. What he had to do now was to go back and have a good sleep.
Now, let’s take a closer look at the Ghost Controller.
"Yang, Yang Jian, look at my neck." Wang Shanshan walked over timidly, exposing her snow-white neck.
The original spider-shaped tattoo has changed, turning back into the two blue-black baby handprints, which look extremely scary and frightening.
Yang Jian, who was new to the supernatural world, naturally didn’t understand what it was, but he had the parchment paper!
The human skin paper that had just evaporated the "sweat" water was taken out again, but was quickly put back by Yang Jian, "I will send you home first, and the 'tattoo' matter will be dealt with last."
< br>He didn't want more people to know the secret of human skin, even if these people were his classmates.
After tonight's incident, Yang Jian has established a high enough prestige among everyone. Although Wang Shanshan was very worried, she did not refute.
At this time, the phone suddenly rang in Yang Jian's arms.
This ringtone shocked everyone, because it was this ringtone that attracted a knocker before.
"Is it Zhou Zheng's satellite phone?"
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of the knocker who had turned into a Chinese pastoral dog. He finally answered the phone, but did not take the initiative to speak.
A nice and urgent female voice came from the phone:
"Zhou Zheng, this is Liu Xiaoyu, how is the situation over there?" Liu Xiaoyu?
It wasn't until the female voice on the phone was full of urgency that Yang Jian slowly spoke: "I am Yang Jian, Zhou Zheng is dead, and died at the hands of the knocker."
......
On the outskirts of ZS City, in the temporary headquarters.
Zhao Jianguo is already in a state of distress, because not only ZS City has a white mist ghost domain covering the entire urban area, but also Tai'ao City, Dahan City, and Dachang City are all covered by the white mist ghost domain. .
Such a large-scale supernatural event can even be called a national-level disaster!
It's obvious.
It is also the White Mist Ghost Realm, and their source is the same, but everyone here is a pioneer in dealing with the supernatural world. Who has seen such a ghost realm with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west?
Wang Xiaoming became even more interested and began to study the White Mist Ghost Domain. Unfortunately, so far, there has been no progress.
After all, they can’t even enter the ghost realm now!
“Captain, liaison officer Liu Xiaoyu’s news, the white mist ghostland in Dachang City has dispersed!”
Suddenly a telegraph operator reported that upon hearing the news, Zhao Jianguo slapped his thigh suddenly, but he didn't feel any pain at all, but he didn't care at all and said excitedly: "Okay, okay! It must be Zhou Zheng, he only controlled one ghost, Can you actually solve such a large-scale supernatural incident?"
As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Shangbai and others with doubts in his eyes.
Wait!
Jiang Shangbai covered his thigh and grinned. What does that mean?
"No, captain, Zhou Zheng is dead. The person who solved this incident is a newcomer named Yang Jian, who is also a student of Dachang City No. 7 Middle School."
Zhao Jianguo: "???"
Although he was very confused and puzzled, Zhao Jianguo asked his subordinates to dial Zhou Zheng's satellite phone and contacted Yang Jian on the phone: "I am Zhao Jianguo, captain of the headquarters, classmate Yang Jian , can you tell me about the situation in Dachang City? In particular, the events you have experienced!"
Yang Jian had sent most of his classmates home at this time, leaving only the ghost baby's handprint on his neck. Wang Shanshan.
He was already a little impatient with the continuous calls from the headquarters, but after hesitating for a while, he still said: "Okay, the ghost we experienced in No. 7 Middle School was a knock on the door..."
Yang Jian's account was very detailed.
From when Zhou Zheng came to take safety class, to when the knocking ghost came with the ghost domain, and finally when Zhou Zheng recovered supernaturally, Yang Jian and a group of classmates escaped and accidentally controlled the ghost eyes...
Everything, All normal.
But the question is:
Does this have anything to do with the White Mist Ghost Domain?
Zhao Jianguo said in a deep voice: "Classmate Yang Jian, please cooperate with my work..."
Before he finished speaking, a blind tone came from the phone, making Zhao Jianguo tremble with anger.
Yang Jian turned off the satellite phone and put it back in his arms, "Your home is here, go back and rest first. Tomorrow, we will talk about the mark on your neck."
After arranging Wang Shanshan, Yang Jian returned to his home.
After saying hello to the old father who was reading the newspaper in the living room, he returned to the bedroom, checked his own condition, and took out the human skin paper:
"Now, okay Let’s have a good chat!”
(End of this chapter)