Half an hour's use in exchange for a ghost candle—Yang Jian had clearly come out ahead in this deal.
He could sense Wang Xiaoming's intense desire to study the human skin paper. If Yang Jian continued guarding it like some miserly old landlord, refusing to reveal even the slightest bit of information, then once Wang Xiaoming's research hit an obstacle, there was no guarantee he would not set his sights on Yang Jian again.
And honestly, Yang Jian did not absolutely have to keep the human skin paper. So long as the price was high enough, he could trade it away.
But not now.
He still needed the information and guidance from the human skin paper, because he needed a way to understand certain unknown horrors.
It could help raise his chances of survival.
At Yang Jian's level, the supernatural incidents he encountered were no longer minor disturbances. Every one of them was nearly unsolvable, and a single wrong step could mean death.
Although the human skin paper was incomparably strange, with terrifying traps hidden between its lines, when one's life was nearly gone, was there really still room to worry about such things?
"You want to study the thing in my hands. I don't actually object to that. Like all the supernatural objects here, this thing in my possession is dangerous too. Its danger just comes from informational guidance rather than direct harm. If you do nothing, then it won't affect you at all."
After speaking, Yang Jian took out a box he carried with him.
The box was made of gold and could effectively isolate supernatural objects.
He had never let down his guard against the human skin paper.
"Old Qin should inspect it first."
Cao Yanhua stepped forward at that moment, blocking Wang Xiaoming. He would not