"The red paper was gradually losing its ability to suppress this eye. Just as expected, the red paper was nearing its limit too."
Yang Jian wiped away the water in front of the mirror and saw that the red paper stuck to the back of his hand had cracked.
Yes, there was an extremely clear fissure.
This red paper was highly unusual. It had come from the hands of a Fierce Ghost. He had torn it before, but no matter how much force he used, he could not tear it apart. Only by using the power of a Fierce Ghost could it be ripped.
"Was it because I used the Ghost Domain today? Or does the red paper become less effective over time?" Yang Jian touched the back of his hand.
The eye beneath his flesh stirred restlessly.
There was no outward sign of anything unusual, but he could feel the Ghost Eye beginning to revive again.
His body seemed to have become a host for the Ghost Eye. The Ghost Eye was growing, while he himself was heading toward death.
"But it's fine. As long as I find a way to restrain the revival of Fierce Ghosts, everything will be all right." Yang Jian thought to himself.
After going through several supernatural incidents, he was no longer quite so afraid of death.
But when he saw the stack of dark brown Human-Skin Parchment lying nearby, he froze slightly.
The Human-Skin Parchment.
In Yang Jian's eyes, it was the strangest and most sinister thing of all.
Unable to put his mind at ease,
he still unfolded the Human-Skin Parchment and took a look, checking whether anything unusual had happened to it recently.
"To be safe, I should find a gold shop and have a box made to store this thing.