It was a gamble. Yang Jian was betting that the "uncanny thing" called the Chat Group could give him useful information. Even if it did mark him as a target, that would come later. It would not kill him on the spot.
Right now, his only choices were to make a deal with the Human Skin Paper or try this.
Since even the Human Skin Paper could not make its so-called "prediction," he might as well give this a shot.
He was already trapped in a dead end anyway. But there was one problem: if he drew the attention of something new and uncanny, it might be even more vicious than the Human Skin Paper!
Of course, there was another possibility.
Perhaps this thing was exactly what its introduction had claimed when it first appeared in his mind—and not a ghost at all!
He could operate it with nothing but his thoughts. Yang Jian scrolled down from the earliest records after he joined the group and soon found information uploaded by a member with the ID "Klein."
After uploading Mysterious Revival, Klein had specifically tagged him and left a message.
—["My name is Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I'm already dead."
A strange sheepskin scroll. An eye peering into the darkness. This was the story of one man's struggle to survive.]
What the hell!
Even the Human Skin Paper was in there.
He thought of nesting dolls. Yang Jian himself was the innermost doll, the Human Skin Paper enclosed him, and this thing enclosed the Human Skin Paper.
Everything he had experienced, including his future, was in this book?!
Hope and joy he had not felt in a long time rose and fell with the beat of his faltering heart.
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and resisted