Looking at the human-skin paper before him, Yang Jian asked his first question. He had not used it for a long time; even when fighting the King Organization and the Ghost Ship, he had not taken out the human-skin paper.
Because he knew that the more urgent the situation, the less he could let the human-skin paper appear. Otherwise, following its advice could very well lead to an irreparable mistake.
Now that Yang Jian had the time and energy to match wits with the human-skin paper, this was precisely the right time to use it.
The dark brown human-skin paper was completely blank.
But as Yang Jian asked his question, black writing began to emerge on the blank paper. At first, the writing was fragmented, twisted, and impossible to make out. Yet as time passed, those scattered strokes quickly connected into a complete sentence.
"My name is Yang Jian. By the time you see these words, I am already dead."
"This time, I successfully defeated the King Organization and resolved the Ghost Ship crisis. However, this left behind a tremendous hidden danger that was difficult to resolve. I controlled a vicious ghost that I should not have controlled. Although that ghost has temporarily fallen asleep, I foresee that it will awaken again very soon."
"The moment that vicious ghost awakens will be the moment of my death. There is nothing I can do about it. If you can see these words, it means my life has entered its countdown."
"Time remaining until the vicious ghost awakens: nine days."
Line after line of twisted, eerie writing revealed a terrifying piece of information.
The ghost on the supernatural bus that Yang Jian controlled had not fallen into a prolonged slumber because of its collision with the Ghost Ship. Instead, it would awaken