Yang Jian and the others are wandering around in a dark open space. Yang Jian has ghost eyes and can see clearly the things in the ghost realm of knocking ghosts, but he has not yet mastered the ghost realm, so he has not left yet.
"Brother Leg, think of a way. How about we pee together and see if we can exorcise the evil spirits and get out." Zhang Wei said seriously.
"Get out!" Yang Jian said angrily.
Just now, Zhang Wei urinated and washed his hands to drive away evil spirits while escaping, and smeared Yang Jian's hands all over.
I have to admire Zhang Wei's brain circuit and way of thinking.
Yang Jian's ghost eyes suddenly opened, turned a few times and then closed again.
"Huh? What's going on?" Yang Jian thought gloomily.
"Brother Leg, what's wrong with you?"
"Stop talking! Someone is coming." Yang Jian looked to one side warily. Someone is coming over there. Is it a human? Or a ghost?
At this time, Qin Ming slowly walked out of the darkness, with a girl leaning closely behind him, that was Qin Xiaoyu.
"Hello, Yang Jian, you really gave me a different feeling when we first met."
Qin Ming stared at Yang Jian and said seriously
"Who are you? Why do you know me?"
Yang Jian looked at Qin Ming warily. Those who could live in this ghost realm were not ordinary people. They were either ghosts or what Zhou Zheng called ghost masters.
Qin Ming smiled slightly and said: "My name is Qin Ming. I am a folk ghost master. Behind me are the people I saved."
"The ghost controller, indeed, he is the type of person Zhou Zheng mentioned. Maybe the strange movement of the ghost's eyes just now was because of him..."
Yang Jian thought to himself, lowered his guard, and looked at Qin Ming with a different look.
"Since he can survive here, maybe there is a way to take us out." Yang Jian thought in his heart, but did not show any emotion on the surface.
"By the way, Yang Jian, I need to give this to you. I took it from your classmate Fang Jing. It can be regarded as a gift to you when we first met."
Qin Ming said with a smile, then took out the human skin paper from his arms and handed it to Yang Jian.
Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, then took the human skin paper after hesitating for a moment. The feeling when he first took it was very strange.
"No, this is not sheepskin, this is human skin." Yang Jian was startled, and this thought came to his mind.
What comes into view after opening it is this passage.
"My name is Yang Jian. I am already dead when you read this letter. I am you ten years later and I am telling you this information through a special method..."
Yang Jian trembled all over, his eyes shrank slightly, and he had the idea of throwing this thing away. He looked at Qin Ming and asked, "What the hell is this? What is on top of it?"
Following Yang Jian's suspicious gaze, Qin Ming spread his hands and said, "I don't know anything. This thing I just got should be a supernatural item or something."
"I gave it to you as a meeting gift, so you don't need to thank me."
Seeing the smile on Qin Ming's face, Yang Jian's face couldn't help but twitch a few times. He gave this damn thing to me because he was afraid that I would die too slowly.
Yang Jian thought for a while, the man in front of him was very mysterious, maybe he had a way to leave.
"Do you know how to get out of here?"
After hearing this, Qin Ming thought about it seriously, and then said: "Only ghosts can deal with ghosts, and the same is true for ghost realms. There are either ghost realms or special supernatural items."
"So that's the case, do we still have to use the power of the ghost..." Yang Jian pondered
Qin Ming couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this. Yang Jian now was still very weak, and the gap between him and him in the future was as big as an abyss.
Just as he was about to speak, Qin Ming suddenly felt slightly dizzy, and there seemed to be a strange murmur in his ears, including the sound of dripping water and the sound of objects falling to the ground.
"Well...what's wrong with me?" Qin Ming thought with a gloomy face.
Yang Jian also noticed something was wrong with Qin Ming, and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong with you? You seem to be uncomfortable."
At this time, Qin Ming was squatting on the ground, touching his chest with one hand and supporting the ground with the other hand. His breathing was a little short and his face was slightly pale.
"Qin...Qin Ming, are you okay?" Qin Xiaoyu asked worriedly from the side
"Qin...Ming..." A voice without any emotion rang in my ears
"Who is it?" Qin Ming shouted in a low voice.
People around him looked at him at a loss, wondering who he was talking to.
Just when Qin Ming yelled those words, Yang Jian trembled all over, and the ghost eyes on his forehead suddenly opened, emitting a dazzling red light, turning restlessly, and finally locked his eyes on Qin Ming On the body.
Yang Jian looked at Qin Ming who was squatting on the ground with an ugly expression. The strange movements of the ghost eyes made him feel uneasy. He felt that the ghost eyes were about to revive.
"This feeling...how is it possible!"
At this time, Yang Jian had several ghost eyes cracked on his forehead, and several ghost eyes on his arms, glowing slightly red, staring at Qin Ming intently.
Qin Ming looked at Yang Jian in astonishment. His condition had improved a bit now, and his breathing was not as rapid as before.
"Yang Jian, what are you...?"
"I don't know, just when you yelled those words, the eyes on my forehead and arms suddenly opened. It felt like... I was about to revive."
Yang Jian said with an ugly look on his face
"How could this happen? This paragraph doesn't exist in the original work. Is it because I traveled through time and changed the story line?"
"Or...is it because of the weird muttering just now and the dirty blood that merged into my body?"
Qin Ming was thinking secretly. He didn't know what the blood was. It might be a ghost puzzle, or it might be something else.
Suddenly, Qin Ming's heart trembled, as if he remembered something. He just seemed to hear a voice calling his name.
"Could it be a conscious ghost?" This thought came to Qin Ming's mind and he was shocked.
In the world of mysterious resurrection, there are very few conscious ghosts, and almost all of them are top-notch. For example, the street lamp ghost, or the wish ghost, is suspected of being a conscious ghost.
"Is it possible that the ghost possessing me is a ghost with high supernatural level and consciousness?"
Qin Ming suddenly felt a headache, shook his head, and looked at Yang Jian again.
At this time, the ghost eyes on Yang Jian's body slowly closed, and there was no abnormal movement before, just like a baby being comforted and slowly falling asleep.
"The situation just now was very strange, and I don't know what happened." Qin Ming said bluntly
Yang Jian stared closely at Qin Ming in front of him, as if he wanted to see something on his face, but he saw nothing, and finally looked away helplessly.
Qin Ming's eyes moved slightly, he stood up and looked around, then his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and he looked at one place with a slightly gloomy expression.
"That ghost is coming again soon." Qin Ming said coldly
No, how could that ghost come so quickly? Something must be wrong. Qin Ming quickly looked around and found an overturned mobile phone on the ground, emitting a faint light.
When I opened it, I saw that it was the phone. The volume had been adjusted to just a little bit. When I put it to my ear, I heard a "dong, dong dong..." knocking on the door.
Qin Ming crushed the phone with one hand and looked into the darkness with an expressionless face.
It seems that the plot has changed dramatically because of his time travel.
Shaking his head and turning to look at Yang Jian, he decided to reveal a little bit of the plot to Yang Jian.
"Yang Jian, if you want to leave the ghost realm, you must open your own ghost realm. The current method is to revive your ghost eyes and try to open the third eye." Qin Ming said quickly without hesitation.
Yang Jian was shocked. Sure enough, the person in front of him was really not simple. He knew many things and even understood them very well.
"How to open it?" Yang Jian asked
Qin Ming looked at the human skin paper in Yang Jian's hand.
"You might as well ask about it."
"Ask it? This human skin paper in your hand?" Yang Jian asked
Qin Ming nodded and said, "We've reached this point anyway, so there's no harm in giving it a try."
