Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian was frantically thinking about countermeasures at the moment.

Because he knew very well that the knocks on the door from the previous phone calls would definitely attract the old man.

And once the old man appears, the result will be obvious.

Forums, stories, audio files knocking on the door, and cell phones for dialing.

All the conditions collided in Yang Jian's mind and became a mess. He figured out some of the rules, but he was unable to deduce any more information.

Because this was his first encounter with a ghost, and he had never been exposed to it before, it was already good to have come this far. He was not Fang Jing, who claimed to know everything that would happen in the future.

"Wait a minute, Fang Jingfu." Yang Jian's expression suddenly changed: "That piece of parchment."

Suddenly, he hurriedly took out a stack of dark brown parchment from his pocket.

"Yang, Yang Jian, look, look over there." Suddenly, Zhang Wei pointed in the direction of the school with a trembling voice.

Yang Jian looked up and his hands and feet suddenly went cold.

A few hundred meters ahead, a thick, ink-like darkness gradually eroded, engulfing everything in it. The surrounding ground began to rot, the trees began to wither, the rotten cement became mottled and moldy, and the street lamps were covered with rust and crumbling.

An old man wearing a black robe, covered with corpse spots, his face was ashen, his eyes were numb and he walked stiffly towards here.

One step, one step at a time, neither slow nor slow.

"Damn it, are you here?" Yang Jian's heart was beating wildly.

"Yang Jian, now, what should we do now? What should we do? Are we going to die?"

Zhang Wei almost burst into tears; "I don't want to die. I'm still so young and a virgin. Yang Jian, please think of a way. Fang Jing said that you will be very awesome in the future. You will definitely find a way to deal with it." wrong."

"We can't get out, can we?"

Wang Shanshan on the side also grabbed his arm with white palms and said with fear on her face.

Zhao Lei trembled with fear when he saw the approaching darkness. He kept retreating and wanted to escape from the school. However, when he turned around, he found that there was also a thick darkness approaching behind him.

Everything was surrounded by darkness, and there was no way to escape.

Yang Jian ignored them at the moment. He opened the parchment in his hand with sweat, trying to find some key information on it.

On the parchment, a clear line of large characters appeared before his eyes: At five o'clock in the morning on June 22, the ghost realm appeared again before our eyes. Yes, the ghost is here again.

At 5:30 in the morning on June 22, all of us died, and no one survived.

I am Yang Jian, and I will be dead when you read this sentence.

"You wrote us to death? Fart, there must be a way to get out of here. When I was caught in the toilet, the old man didn't follow me. I want to know the reason. If you don't tell me now, I will find you. It’s buried somewhere, and I won’t think of seeing the light of day again for the rest of my life.”

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and said with a hint of threat.

The parchment in his hand seemed to hear these words, and the writing on it gradually became blurred. Finally, all the writing disappeared, and then another line of words appeared:

"At nine o'clock in the evening on June 21, I was caught by a ghost and entered the toilet. I didn't die. That's because there was a more terrifying ghost in the toilet. There was another ghost realm. I saw some very scary things. It’s something I just didn’t realize at the time.”

"At 9:30 pm on June 21st, I got lost in the toilet, but the old man came to the toilet door. He was knocking on the door. He came to find me, but I didn't hear it. Maybe because of this That’s why I escaped certain death.”

Yang Jian's heart trembled when he saw this sentence.

Could it be that when I was lost in the toilet before, the old man was knocking on the door of the toilet?

Soon, writing appeared on the parchment again.

"After that incident, I guessed that the ghost realm was the key to survival at that time. If I could use the ghost realm, I might have a chance to survive. After all, I am also a ghost now. Zhou Zheng was right, I can deal with ghosts. There are only ghosts, and the only one who can get out of the ghost realm is another one

Ghostland. "

"At 5:15 in the morning on June 22, the old man appeared. I tried to use the ghost realm, but it failed. My power was not enough."

"At 5:30 in the morning on June 22, all of us died."

When Yang Jian saw this sentence, his eyes narrowed.

Although he still ended up dead at 5:30, he saw some hope of living.

Ghostland~!

Yes, the ghost realm was born where this old man appeared, so now he is also a ghost controller.

Why can't I use the ghost realm myself?

If Zhou Zheng were here and knew Yang Jian's idea, he would definitely find it very ridiculous, because not every ghost can have a ghost realm. It is very rare for ghosts to have a ghost realm. But it is also very scary.

"You have to give it a try. There is no other way." Yang Jian squeezed the parchment in his hand tightly; "Tell me how to use the ghost realm."

Writing soon continued to appear on the parchment.

"Yang Jian, who are you talking to? Look, everything around us has become abnormal. What should we do now?"

Zhang Wei was so frightened that he cried. He looked to Yang Jian for help, fearing that he would hear bad news from Yang Jian.

"Don't make any noise, I'm thinking of a way, give me some time." Yang Jian spoke urgently and glanced at him.

The old man is still walking here, and the distance is already less than a hundred meters.

They are anxious, they are afraid, and they are equally anxious and fearful.

After all, no one wants to die.

Writings continued to appear on the parchment: At 5:20 in the morning on June 20th, I experienced the first failure. I thought it was because the ghost in my body was not revived enough. If I could open it more, A few eyes might help.

Number of eyes?

Yang Jian didn't have time to think too much. There were still ten minutes until half past five. He didn't want to be written on this parchment and really die here.

Immediately, the flesh on his arms stretched open, and all five blood-red eyes opened.

A faint red light glowed from each eye.

"At five twenty-two, I decided to increase the number of eyes." The writing on the parchment appeared.

"Method, I want a method."

Yang Jian growled at the parchment: "If I die, your things will be left behind. You didn't want to be thrown away by me before. Now, if I die, do you think you will be picked up by others?"

The writing on the parchment became blurry again, and finally another line of words popped up: At 5:24, after my attempt, I ate one of the eyes on my arm and successfully added another eye. With six eyes, I successfully used my own ghost

Domain. I look more and more like a ghost.

At half past five, if I didn't open the ghost realm, all of us would be dead.

Eat your eyes?

Yang Jian looked at the five strange blood-red eyes on his arm and was stunned.

But when I saw that last sentence, at half past five we all died.

He knew that he had no choice.

At this moment, darkness enveloped him, and the surrounding area quickly dimmed. The old man was less than twenty meters away from himself and the others.

"Crunch."

The moment he was shrouded in darkness, the door to the security room not far away slowly opened, and a pale palm stretched out.

Beyond the guardrail behind him, a vague figure slowly approached on the road shrouded in darkness.

Nearby, several mobile phone lights came faintly through the darkness, as if classmates who had been separated before were approaching step by step with their mobile phones.

Yang Jian, Zhang Wei, Zhao Lei, Wang Shanshan, Miao Xiaoshan, and Qian Wanhao were all surrounded by ghosts.