Dealing with the parchment was the same as dealing with a ghost.
What made it different from ordinary ghosts was that the parchment posed no danger, yet could save lives at crucial moments. It was easy to become dependent on it.
Having it was like getting a cheat code in a game, allowing one to survive desperate situations.
But Yang Jian believed there were no ghosts in this world that helped people for free.
The parchment had to be plotting something, or perhaps using him to gradually fulfill its own demands.
Devouring a ghost was the first step.
As for the second step, the parchment had yet to reveal its intentions.
"Do you resent me for locking you away for a while? If you keep slacking off like this, then you'll lose your value to me. Devouring one ghost probably wasn't enough to satisfy you, otherwise you would have started reviving already." Yang Jian stared at the parchment and muttered to himself.
The writing on the parchment remained unchanged. It was still that same line.
It seemed that, at this moment, it had become impossible to communicate with again.
"How about I seal you in a box, weld it shut, and throw you into the deep sea?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. "I'm not exactly reassured by something like you anyway."
The next moment, the writing on the parchment began to disappear.
It was as if some force had forcibly wiped it away, and then new writing emerged.
"I entered the third room, saw that ghost mirror, and took it away because I knew that mirror possessed an unimaginable ability."
The writing stopped there for a moment, before a large line of text appeared at the bottom: "It can resurrect the dead."
What?
It could resurrect the dead?
Yang Jian's