Yang Jian stared fixedly at the writing on the human-skin paper in his hand for a long while.
This time, the human-skin paper seemed to have chosen not to hold anything back. It had revealed an unprecedented amount of information, much of which Yang Jian had not even asked about.
Such proactive disclosure concealed a terrifying trap beneath it.
"Has the human-skin paper made Tong Qian into bait, luring me into contacting that ghost again while lacking intelligence? Does it want the other unknown ghost inside Caesar Hotel to kill me? Or does it think I can't defeat that memory-altering ghost? That going there would be suicide?"
"Yet this thing is exceptionally good at reading people. It knows that risks and rewards are proportional. If I succeed, then following its method, I might really gain a subordinate who has perfectly controlled two ghost faces. Heh, truly sinister. What the human-skin paper is doing reminds me of a story."
A story about a hunter and a fox surfaced in Yang Jian's mind.
The story went that a hunter entered the mountains with a hunting rifle. He encountered a fox and fired at it. The fox nimbly dodged. The hunter fired again, and the fox dodged again. Then the fox mocked him, "You know you can't hit me, so why do you keep shooting at me?"
The hunter said, "If I miss, I only lose a bullet. But if you fail, you lose your life."
Then he fired again. In its panic, the fox failed to dodge and was shot dead.
At that moment, the human-skin paper was like the hunter, and Yang Jian was like the fox. He could evade it once, twice, but as long as he failed even once, Yang Jian would lose everything.
Unless Yang Jian stopped playing