The Dead Resurrected?
Dealing with human skin paper is like dealing with ghosts.
Moreover, unlike ordinary ghosts, the existence of the human skin paper is neither dangerous nor life-saving in critical moments, making it easy for people to want to rely on it.
Having it is like having a cheat code in a game, allowing you to escape from a desperate situation.
But Yang Jian believed that there were no ghosts in this world who would help people for free.
The paper shavings must be plotting something, or perhaps using itself step by step to achieve its goals.
Swallowing a ghost is the first step.
As for the second step, the intention behind this human skin paper has not yet been revealed.
"Do you think I'm upset that I locked you up for a while? If you continue this passive-aggressive strike, then you'll lose your usefulness. Devouring a ghost shouldn't be enough to satisfy you, otherwise you would have already started to revive." Yang Jian stared at the human skin paper and muttered to himself.
The writing on the parchment remained unchanged; it was still the same line of text.
It seems that at this moment, it has become impossible to communicate again.
"How about we weld you shut in a box and throw you into the deep sea?" Yang Jian narrowed his eyes. "Anyway, I'm not entirely comfortable with this thing."
The next moment, the writing on the parchment began to disappear.
It was as if some force had forcibly erased it, and then new writing appeared.
"I went to the third room, saw the ghost mirror, and took it with me because I knew that the mirror possessed an inexplicable power."
The writing stopped abruptly here, then the bottom line of large characters appeared. "It can bring the dead back to life."
What?
Can the dead be brought back to life?
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed suddenly, and he stood up abruptly, staring intently at the human skin paper. "This is impossible."
Since the inception of paranormal events, no one has ever been able to come back to life, at least not based on the information he has received so far.
Then the handwriting changed again. "Just as I thought, true resurrection is impossible; it's only a resurrection in a certain sense, and it requires a certain price to pay. That price is releasing a ghost from the mirror."
"A kind of resurrection?" Yang Jian then pondered.
What exactly does this sentence mean?
Isn't that a true resurrection?
As for the cost of resurrection, Yang Jian felt it could be either high or low.
If someone is truly doomed to die, even releasing a ghost in exchange for a chance to live is worthwhile.
Thinking of the group of ghosts that might exist inside the Ghost Mirror, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a strange sense of unease.
Is this an attempt to exploit people's survival instincts and personally unleash this terror?
Or is this a trap, a trap set by a human parchment?
However, while the human skin paper is eerie, some of the things it reveals are quite real.
"I can't believe everything, but I can't completely disbelieve either," Yang Jian thought to himself.
Then, another line of text appeared on the parchment. "I think the other two rooms in that old house should be completely sealed off. There are two unknown horrors there. Once the doors are opened, it will cause an extremely terrible disaster, and I am afraid of it."
"They won't let me open the doors to the other two rooms? They're probably just trying to fool me."
Yang Jian had more faith in his own judgment.
If the original owner of the house was willing to leave certain things in the room, it meant they were prepared to see the light of day someday.
If the Ghost Mirror can truly bring people back to life, then it would be an immense help to those Ghost Tamer.
But is that all there is to it?
Yang Jian felt that the human skin paper still concealed something.
And this happened during the time he was asking about the human skin paper.
Outside the Guangjiang Residential Area, a whole convoy of cars arrived.
The convoy did not drive into the residential area, but stopped outside.
As soon as the first car stopped, two men got out.
One was a very young man in a suit, his face unnaturally pale, his eyes revealing a hint of gloom. "Is this the place? Yang Jian's residence?"
This person is none other than...
It was Wang Xiaoqiang from the Xiaoqiang Club.
The club almost went bankrupt after Wang Xiaoqiang's actions last time. Now, not only are there no new members, but even the few remaining members don't want to come to the club anymore.
Yang Jian's deterrent effect has been established.
If the Ghost Tamer controlled two ghosts didn't die, no one else would dare to work for the club anymore.
"Yang Jian has one confirmed ability, which should be Ghost Domain. This is one of the unsolvable abilities in the Ghost Files. We don't know about the remaining ghost. Ye Feng, do you have a way to deal with it?" Wang Xiaoqiang looked at the man next to him.
The man was not yet thirty, but mature and steady. He wore a thick overcoat and had a somewhat arrogant look on his face.
"Ghost Domain is indeed troublesome. If he wants to save his life, I can't handle him." Ye Feng lit a cigarette and said bluntly, "We can only take him by surprise. Otherwise, your operation is destined to fail. If Wang Yue were here, I would be 70 or 80 percent confident. His Ghost Rope can bind vengeful ghosts, including other Ghost Tamer."
"With his cooperation, even ten Ghost Domain would be doomed."
Wang Xiaoqiang said, "You're a very honest person, and I believe what you say. But don't forget, my brother is a professor, the first person in the country to conduct research on paranormal events. I brought something to the research institute this time that will be very helpful for this operation."
At this moment, Ye Feng noticed that Wang Xiaoqiang was carrying a golden briefcase.
It belongs to a special trait.
"What new products has Professor Wang developed this time?" Ye Feng asked with a smile. "That ghost candle is quite good; it can prevent attacks from vengeful ghosts. You didn't make one, did you?"
"That's a controlled item; I can't get it without a certain permit, but it's pretty much a derivative of the Ghost Candle."
Wang Xiaoqiang opened the suitcase.
There was a finger inside.
This finger is long, thin, and withered, with jagged, black nails. Judging from the joints, its proportions are severely unbalanced, and it is definitely not the finger of a living person.
"A derivative product? I think it's a failure."
Ye Feng's gaze sharpened as he sensed the strangeness of that finger.
"Failed products and successful products are pretty much the same; the only difference is that one is controllable and the other is uncontrollable," Wang Xiaoqiang said. "But does the uncontrollability affect us?"
"You really hold a grudge."
Ye Feng smiled mockingly, "To settle personal scores and disrupt the overall situation here, if the higher-ups find out, you'll be the first one to be dealt with, a priority even higher than supernatural events. After all, Yang Jian has close ties with Headquarters, and I heard he's very likely to become the next Dachang City Manager."
Wang Xiaoqiang said coldly, "Don't worry, he won't become the person in charge. Because of me, he's doomed."
"I don't care, you'll be responsible if anything goes wrong anyway." Ye Feng shrugged, showing no sign of burden.
"Let's go, let's move out."
A group of people immediately entered the Guangjiang Residential Area.
They walked openly and confidently, without any intention of sneaking around.