"Time's up."
Half an hour passed quickly. Yang Jian kept an eye on the time, and the moment it was up, he spoke.
It was not that he cared about those extra one or two minutes. What concerned him was that the longer Wang Xiaoming researched, the more dependent he would become on the human skin paper. Once Wang Xiaoming felt that the benefits brought by the human skin paper far outweighed the price he had to pay, he might forcibly keep it even if it meant falling out with him.
His words brought Wang Xiaoming, who was sitting on the ground some distance away, back to his senses. He looked up and said, "The method you used to control ghosts came from this?"
"What did it tell you?" Yang Jian asked.
"Everything I wanted to know."
Wang Xiaoming slowly closed the human skin paper. "It truly is something special. I have never encountered a supernatural object like this human skin paper."
"However, I cannot yet determine whether the information on it is true or false. That will require some time to verify."
"So what do you mean?" Yang Jian asked.
Wang Xiaoming stood up and neatly folded the human skin paper before placing it back inside the box. "I do not need anything. I only need to wait patiently. Time will tell me the truth about everything."
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. From those ambiguous words, it was not difficult to tell that this man had obtained an enormous amount of information from the human skin paper.
After all, the dense writing that had previously covered the human skin paper was the best proof.
If the human skin paper wanted to persuade Wang Xiaoming, it had to reveal enough information and intelligence of sufficient value. Yang Jian was very