Dealing with human skin paper is equivalent to dealing with ghosts.
What's different from ordinary ghosts is that human skin paper poses no danger and can save lives at crucial moments, making it easy to become dependent on.
Having it is like having a cheat code in a game, allowing you to come back from certain defeat.
But Yang Jian believed that there were no ghosts in this world that would help people for free.
The human skin paper must be plotting something, or using him step by step to fulfill its requirements.
Swallowing a ghost was just the first step.
As for the second step, the intention of the human skin paper had not yet been revealed.
"Do you feel like I've been holding you for a while and you're holding a grudge against me? If you keep up this passive-aggressive strike, then you'll lose your value to me. Swallowing a ghost should not be enough to satisfy you; otherwise, you would have started to resurrect by now," said Yang Jian, talking to himself as he stared at the piece of human skin paper.
The writing on the human skin paper remained unchanged, still that one line.
It seemed that now it had become impossible to communicate with it again.
"Would sealing you in a box, welding it shut, and throwing it into the deep sea sound good?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. "Anyway, I'm not very comfortable with you."
The next moment, the writing on the human skin paper began to disappear.
It was as if it was being erased by some force; then new writing emerged.
"I went to the third room and saw that Ghost Mirror, and I took that thing away because I knew that the mirror had an unthinkable power..."
The writing broke off here, and then a line of large characters appeared below: "It can resurrect the dead."
Yang Jian's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he stood up abruptly, staring at the human skin paper: "That's impossible."
No one had ever come back from the dead in all the paranormal events that had occurred so far, at least not according to the information he had received at this point.
Then the writing changed again: "As I thought, real resurrection is impossible. It's only a form of resurrection in some sense and comes at a certain cost. That cost is releasing one of the ghosts inside the mirror."
"A form of resurrection in some sense?" Yang Jian then began to ponder.
What exactly did that mean?
Was it not a real resurrection?
As for the cost of resurrection, to Yang Jian, that seemed variable.
If a person was truly doomed, even releasing a ghost in exchange for a chance to survive would be worth it.
Thinking of the potential group of ghosts inside the Ghost Mirror, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel an inexplicable palpitation.
Was this about exploiting people's survival instincts, letting them release the horror themselves?
Or was it a trap, a trap set up by the human skin paper?
However, although the human skin paper was strange, some of the information it revealed seemed quite real.
"I can't fully trust it, but I can't dismiss it entirely either," Yang Jian thought to himself.
Then, another line of text appeared on the human skin paper: "As for the other two rooms in that ancient mansion, I think they should be sealed completely. There lie two unknown horrors... Once the doors are opened, it will lead to a disaster, and I feel a fear towards this."
"Not letting me open the doors to the other two rooms? That feels like a deception."
Yang Jian trusted his own judgment more.
The original owner of the house was prepared to one day expose certain things that were left in the rooms.
If the Ghost Mirror truly could resurrect the dead, then it would be of enormous help to a ghost controller.
But is that all there is to it?
Yang Jian felt that the human skin paper was still hiding something,
and it was during the time he was questioning it.
Outside the Guanjiang Residential Complex, an entire convoy had arrived.
The convoy didn't enter the complex but stopped outside of it.
As soon as the first vehicle came to a halt, two men stepped out.
One dressed in a suit, quite young, had an unnatural pallor on his face, and his eyes revealed a shadow of gloom: "Is this the place? Yang Jian's residence?"
It was none other than Wang Xiaoqiang from the Xiaoqiang Entertainment Club.
After Wang Xiaoqiang's last move, the club had almost shut down. Now, not to mention new members, even the remaining few didn't want to come to the club anymore.
Yang Jian's deterrence had taken shape.
With two ghosts under his control and the ghost master still alive, others were afraid to do any work for the club.
"We can confirm one of Yang Jian's abilities, which should be Ghost Domain... This is one of the unsolvable abilities listed in the fierce ghost archives. The other ghost is not clear. Ye Feng, do you have a way to deal with it?" Wang Xiaoqiang looked towards another man.
The man was under thirty, mature and composed, wearing a thick coat with a hint of defiance on his face.
"Ghost Domain is indeed tough to handle. If he wants to save his life, I can't deal with him," Ye Feng lit a cigarette and spoke candidly, "It has to be a surprise attack; otherwise, your action is doomed to fail. If Wang Yue were here, I would have seventy to eighty percent confidence. His Ghost Rope can trap fierce ghosts, including other ghost masters."
"With his cooperation, even ten Ghost Domains would be doomed."
Wang Xiaoqiang said, "You're a straightforward man, and I believe what you say. But don't forget, my brother is a professor, the first person in the country to engage in paranormal research. This time I brought something from the research institute that will be very helpful for this operation."
It was then that Ye Feng noticed a golden briefcase in Wang Xiaoqiang's hand.
Belonging to Special Traits.
"What new product has Professor Wang developed now?" Ye Feng asked with a smile, "That Ghost Candle was quite good, able to avoid ghost attacks. You didn't bring one of those, did you?"
"That's a controlled item. Without the necessary permission, I can't get it. But it's somewhat similar; a derivative of the Ghost Candle."
Wang Xiaoqiang opened the briefcase.
This long and thin withered finger, with its jet-black, ferocious nails, the joints disproportionate, clearly did not belong to a living person.
"A derivative? It looks more like a failed product to me."
Ye Feng's gaze sharpened as he sensed the eeriness of the finger.
"Failed products and successful ones are alike; the only difference is one is controllable and the other isn't," Wang Xiaoqiang said, "But does uncontrollable affect us?"
"You really hold a grudge," Ye Feng teased with a smile, "By coming here to settle a personal score, you're jeopardizing the bigger picture. If those above learn of this, you'll be the first to be dealt with, with a higher priority than paranormal cases. After all, Yang Jian is quite close with headquarters and is likely to become the next head of Dachang City."
Wang Xiaoqiang spoke coldly, "Don't worry, he won't become the head. Because of me, he's as good as dead."
"I don't care; it's your responsibility if anything goes wrong," Ye Feng shrugged, unfazed.
"Let's go. It's time to move."
A group of people immediately walked into the Guanjiang Residential Complex.
Striding boldly without any intention of sneaking around.