Mysterious Awakening

Chapter 15 Conditions for the Appearance of the Elderly

Seeing the writing on it surfaced, he hesitated for a while.

In the end, Yang Jian didn't throw away the brown human skin.

The reason was simple, because he didn't want to follow in Zhou Zheng's footsteps and die from the resuscitation of a ghost.

Although this parchment reveals a kind of evil and weirdness, it is an unknown opportunity for Yang Jian. Maybe this parchment can really reveal some important news to him, or maybe he can really know the future .

"I can feel that leaving this parchment is definitely not a good thing. But I have no choice at all now. No matter how bad the situation is, I will die at worst, which is better than revived ghosts." Yang Jian's eyes flickered: "And If I were more careful and took more precautions, maybe the situation wouldn't be too bad."

Gritting his teeth, he rolled up the human skin and stuffed it into his pocket.

It has been decided to leave it.

now.

Zhang Wei's mobile phone in his hand suddenly rang again, and Fang Jing's name was displayed on the phone.

Yang Jian came back to his senses at this moment, his eyes moved slightly when he saw Fang Jing's name.

He almost forgot that this square mirror was still around here.

After thinking about it, he still chose to connect.

"Hey, Yang Jian, I've already given you something, you can't hang up on me, hurry up, tell me how to get out of here, tell me quickly." Fang Jing's voice was panicked, obviously he was very scared now.

Because now he is already alone, and there is no fellow student beside him.

Although he got rid of the footsteps behind him, he was still in the ghost domain. As long as he didn't go out of the ghost domain, the safety he took was only temporary.

Yang Jian's eyes flickered at this moment, and his mind was thinking quickly.

He decided to do an experiment with a square mirror.

Soon, he said, "Fang Jing, I won't take you out of here on my own initiative, but I will teach you a method. I also survived through this method."

"What method, teach me quickly, quickly." Fang Jing urged.

Yang Jiandao: "Is your mobile phone still connected to the Internet? Now I'll post a website, you open a forum, and find a post by a netizen named Thunder King."

After finishing speaking, he sent the address of the forum ghost story he had read before.

Fang Jing quickly received the message, and then said: "I found the post by the Thunder King, and that post is popular,"

"Open it, block other people, turn to the end." Yang Jian said.

Fang Jing's fingers were sweating. He tapped the phone screen, opened the post, and turned to the end as instructed.

As soon as he opened it, he trembled all over.

a photo.

The photo showed an old man wearing a long gown, covered in corpse spots, with a numb face and ashes.

The old man stood outside the glass window and seemed to be passing by.

That's right.

This is the old man who knocked on the door outside the classroom before.

"If you see the photo, save it." Yang Jian said.

"Okay, okay." Fang Jing swallowed, and kept the photo with fear.

After he finished, Yang Jian immediately looked around, paying attention to the situation in all directions.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes the old man did not appear, he seems to have left here, I do not know where to go.

But Yang Jian knew that the ghost domain was still there, and the old man had not left.

Just out of sight.

After all, the school is so big, it's not surprising that there is no figure of that thing.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian, what are you talking about? I've done what you said, but nothing happened." Fang Jing's voice came from the phone.

"Is my guess wrong? That old man didn't appear outside the classroom because I saw his photo." Yang Jian frowned.

Three hypotheses welled up in his mind before.

The Dharma King of Thunder in the forum post was in a hospital in a certain city in another province.

It is at least a few hundred kilometers away from Dachang City.

How likely is it to run into the same ghost from a hospital in a city in another province to a school?

Yang Jian felt that it was very, very small.

Unless there is only one possibility, the old man was attracted by something.

A signal, a condition, or someone.

Therefore, his first guess was that it had something to do with Zhou Zheng.

The old man was looking for Zhou Zheng. After all, Zhou is a ghost master, so he must have dealt with ghosts before.
But with Zhou Zheng's death, and it was also the first time he saw this old man, so this assumption can be overturned.

The second guess is that it has something to do with the square mirror.

But Fang Jing has not died since the old man appeared, so it can also be ruled out.

Then the third guess is that the old man was attracted by himself.

If the assumption is true, then Yang Jian and the old man are involved only after reading this forum story, seeing his photo, and hearing the knock on the door recorded by the Thunder King
"If it's not a photo, it's the sound of knocking on the door."

Thinking of this, Yang Jian continued to speak: "Fang Jing, do you see the audio file below, click on it, this is your chance to leave here."

"Okay." Fang Jing clicked on the audio file.

"Boom, boom, boom." The dull sound of knocking on the door sounded like a knock on a person's heart, and quickly spread in the dark environment.

Fang Jing picked up the phone and illuminated it around, then said, "Yang Jian, nothing happened."

However, Yang Jian on the other end of the phone suddenly shrank his eyes, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

An old man, wearing a long gown, with a face full of ashes and corpse spots, appeared at some point on the path of the school green belt. His steps were stiff and slow, and he walked towards Fang Jing step by step.

Sure enough, there appeared
And what appeared was unreasonable, as if the old man had been standing there the whole time.

"Damn it, I guessed right, that old man came to look for me, because I heard the knock on the door." Yang Jian felt a chill in his heart.

"Yang Jian, hey, Yang Jian, speak up."

Fang Jing didn't know that the old man was walking towards him, so he continued to ask.

Yang Jian backed away slowly, avoiding the old man's sight, and left cautiously: "Continue listening to that audio file, don't stop."

"Is this really useful?"

Fang Jing repeatedly clicked on the audio file and asked.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The weird knock on the door kept playing on the phone in his hand.

Although it didn't seem to have any effect, Fang Jing found that there were no more footsteps around him. Although it seemed useless, it couldn't be said that it had no effect at all.

"Yang Jian's method should work." Thinking of this, Fang Jing was slightly relieved.

But what he didn't know was that behind him, the old man in a black gown covered with corpse spots was gradually approaching him.

At this moment, Yang Jian immediately left the green tree, away from the old man, and returned to the previous playground.

The distance is at least several hundred meters, and the square mirror and the green forest can no longer be seen.

"Fang Jing, are you still alive?" Yang Jian asked suddenly.

"Nonsense, of course I'm still alive." Fang Jing said.

Yang Jiandao; "Sorry, I apologize to you, I lied to you."

"What did you lie to me?" Fang Jing froze for a moment, puzzled.

"The old man who appeared outside the classroom and knocked on the door was attracted by me. That thing came to me."

Yang Jiandao: "I didn't know it before, but I only know it now, and I think the condition to attract that old man's appearance is related to that audio file, yes, it's the knock on the door you heard just now."

"what?"

Fang Jing's heart shrank suddenly in fright, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

This knock on the door can attract the old man, so I opened it so many times just now.
Fear flooded his body again, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

"Bang~!"

The body seemed to hit something, cold and stiff.

Looking back, an old man with ashes and corpse spots on his face looked at Fang Jing numbly.

I can't move my body.

An old, skinny, cold palm slowly lifted up, gradually covering Fang Jing's face with great force, and he felt that the bones on his face were being crushed.

"Yang, Yang Jian." Fang Jing's frightened and resentful scream came from the other end of the phone.

Unmoved, Yang Jian said to the phone, "You taught me that you can't be too naive."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

(End of this chapter)