Chapter 1334 - 1301: Repeated Reports of Death

After stealing Fang Jing’s memory, Yang Jian understood everything and found out the location of the supernatural paper in this world from three years ago, and immediately prepared to leave with Wang Shanshan.

“Yang Jian, aren’t you going to class?” Zhang Wei hastily said, “If you’re skipping class, take me with you, don’t leave me behind.”

Having said that, he also chased after them.

“I need to handle some personal matters, not go for fun. You better stay in the classroom and attend class.” Yang Jian said as he walked out.

“Don’t be so cold.” Zhang Wei thick-skinnedly followed.

But as soon as he walked out of the classroom door, he was stunned.

Outside the classroom, Yang Jian and Wang Shanshan’s figures had already disappeared, the corridor was empty with no one in sight.

“Did they have to leave so quickly?” Zhang Wei muttered, greatly disappointed, and could only return to the classroom.

Meanwhile, other students in the classroom were frantically discussing what happened just now.

However, all this had nothing to do with Yang Jian anymore.

Although the classmates from three years ago looked familiar, in Yang Jian’s eyes they were just insignificant memories. He wouldn’t stay here to waste time reminiscing with them; once his goal was accomplished, he would leave immediately.

After leaving No. 7 Middle School, Yang Jian and Wang Shanshan came to a residential area in Dachang City.

Quickly.

Yang Jian used the Ghost Domain to arrive at a house in one of the buildings.

The room was empty, Fang Jing’s parents should be working at this time and were not home, which was a good thing, saving some troublesome matters.

“Is the supernatural paper in Fang Jing’s house?” Wang Shanshan casually glanced around, her gaze stopped on a bookshelf.

This bookshelf was filled with various books, works by famous authors, history, literature, and even quite a few old books from bygone eras. It was clear that the owner of this house liked reading and was keen on collecting different books.

Wang Shanshan was quite perceptive.

Evidently, the only possible place to store the supernatural paper in this room was this bookshelf.

“It should be on this bookshelf.” Wang Shanshan spoke slowly.

Yang Jian nodded: “That’s right, the supernatural paper is hidden on this bookshelf.”

As he spoke, he walked forward a few steps, then scanned with his ghost eye, finally taking a thick book from the shelf.

This book was in traditional characters, quite dated, seemingly issued during the Republic of China Period, well preserved by the previous owner without any noticeable damage.

However, the next moment.

The book in Yang Jian’s hand began to rapidly oxidize and crack, eventually turning into dust and falling down.

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The thick book quickly dissipated in his hand, leaving only a sheet of dark brown, yellowed paper intact, untouched by supernatural power.

“Supernatural paper.” Yang Jian’s eyes moved, finding a sheet identical to the one in his hand.

“It seems everything went smoothly.” Wang Shanshan said.

Yang Jian replied: “In this world, there aren’t many things that can stop us, but I’m really curious how a supernatural construct of the world from three years ago can replicate everything perfectly. The longer I stay here, the more I suspect this might be a real world, not false.”

“I feel the same.” Wang Shanshan nodded, relating to the feeling.

This makes it easier to get lost in the past world, unwilling to wake up, because they can’t find anything false in this world.

Yang Jian at this moment held the supernatural paper from three years ago, waiting quietly.

The cold paper in his hand showed no abnormality, everything seemed calm, making one doubt whether this supernatural paper was truly useful.

“There it is.”

After quietly waiting for a moment, Yang Jian’s eyes focused.

The supernatural paper from three years ago in his hand seemed to awaken from a long slumber, black twisted text began to appear on it. Initially, the text was dense and shapeless, unreadable, but soon it continued to twist and distort, gradually forming traditional characters.

Just like the text in the book earlier.

However, soon the traditional characters started disappearing partially, eventually turning into familiar simplified characters.

“My name is… Yang Jian. When you see this message, I am already dead…”

The supernatural eeriness of the paper began to reveal itself. The familiar self appeared once again.

“The information’s gone?”

Yang Jian tried to continue reading, but found after the first sentence, other twisted texts were rapidly disappearing, with no new information coming out.

“Is it refusing to help us like the paper in our possession?” Wang Shanshan asked.

“Not sure, let’s see. If it’s useless, bury it somewhere thousands of meters deep so it’s guaranteed never to be found,” Yang Jian said.

But just as he finished speaking.

The papers from three years ago immediately showed new text: “…I accidentally came to this world, but I am very clear this is not the real world from three years ago. This world, which seems peaceful, is actually full of danger. I must find a way to leave here before six o’clock at night, return to my own world.”

“It is now eleven-thirty, and my remaining time is running out. I am trying to pursue past experiences to find surviving old ghost handlers, hoping to learn from them the way to leave here.”

“At eleven-forty, I arrived at Taiping Ancient Town, but though I spent some time there, I didn’t find the answers I sought.”

“At twelve-ten, I headed to the Ghost Post Office, attempting to find its administrator. But I discovered the old man named Luo Wensong, and then encountered Zhang Xiangguang. I fought fiercely with him at the Ghost Post Office, but I did not expect Luo Wensong to join forces with Zhang Xiangguang against me.”

“I couldn’t defeat the two of them united, I failed and died at the Ghost Post Office…”

“Hmm?” Yang Jian’s expression changed slightly as he read this.

According to the paper’s prediction, he attempted to find the answer to leaving here from the remnants of old ghost handlers from the Republic of China Period. The results were clear: at the Ghost Post Office, Yang Jian was killed, dying at the hands of Zhang Xiangguang and Luo Wensong united.

“Was I truly not their match?” Yang Jian was somewhat surprised inside.

According to his estimation, he should be capable of opposing those two, but unexpectedly, when it came down to it, he was not their match and was killed at the Ghost Post Office.

Looks like Luo Wensong isn’t as simple as I have understood.

Luo Wensong alive was scarier than after death.

Of course, it’s also possible that the fight’s location at the Ghost Post Office gave them an advantage.

With the appearance of death information, text on the paper started to disappear, then the new self began to emerge.

“My name is Yang Jian. When you see this message, I am already dead… The unexpected return to the world from three years ago makes me ponder how to escape. I have tried to seek help from the old ghost handlers of the past, but unfortunately, I failed. I absolutely must not go to the Ghost Post Office; otherwise, I’ll die at the hands of Zhang Xiangguang and Luo Wensong partnered against me.”

“I changed my thinking, and at twelve-twenty I went to the headquarters, offering to join in as a condition, I met Old Qin.”

“Old Qin is still alive three years ago, I asked him about the method to leave this world, but Old Qin refused and insisted I stay to change the future of this world. I knew all this was impossible, because by six o’clock at night, I would face unprecedented terror.”

“After being rejected, I attempted to leave the headquarters to seek other solutions, but I failed, I was trapped in the headquarters by Old Qin.”

“At six o’clock, terrifying supernatural occurrences began.”

“At six-tenth, I died…”

Another death information emerged.

This time Yang Jian did not die at the Ghost Post Office, nor in Old Qin’s hands, but was forcibly trapped at headquarters by Old Qin, unable to escape, ultimately meeting death as time ran out.

“Continue.” Yang Jian’s face was grim, staring at the supernatural paper.

He hoped this new supernatural paper would predict a way out for him.

This new supernatural paper was very cooperative with Yang Jian, seemingly wanting to establish initial trust, thereby continually helping Yang Jian predict everything in the future without playing dead silence.

Perhaps it also feared being buried underground by Yang Jian, never to see daylight.

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