Chapter 129 Swallowing human skin paper, a future with infinite possibilities

Chapter 129 Swallowing human skin paper, a future with infinite possibilities

Chapter 129 Swallowing human skin paper, a future with infinite possibilities

On a deserted road.

A bus was moving slowly, but suddenly, the bus stopped.

At some point, an old man blocked the bus's way.

The old man stopped the haunted bus and got on. As soon as he got on the bus, he sat directly in the driver's seat.

The next moment, the bus started moving again amid the horrified gazes of everyone in the car.

The old man seemed to be able to control the direction of the bus. As he continued driving, the road sides were not filled with familiar city buildings, but a dark and strange place.

Obviously, this is an incomprehensible supernatural place that living people cannot set foot in. Only with the help of a supernatural bus can one travel through it.

The bus did not stop along the way. Although it was not traveling fast enough, it was able to cross the two places in an incredible way.

The distance at this moment seemed to be rewritten by the supernatural.

soon.

The bus stopped. This was the first stop, but there was no bus stop. Instead, it stopped in an alley in an old urban area. The alley was obviously very narrow, but the bus squeezed in in an unreasonable way.

Mr. Qin didn't say anything. He just opened the door of the bus and honked the horn.

"Beep! Beep!"

A dull, hoarse whistle sounded, intermittently, as if it would disappear at any time.

After finishing these things, Mr. Qin just sat in the driver's seat and waited quietly.

"If you don't want to die, hurry up and get on."

As if he had thought of something, Old Qin looked at the ghost rider who had been sitting in the car behind him and said.

Hearing this, everyone got out of the car in panic.

A short while later, everyone left.

In the corridor of this old residential building, an old woman with wrinkles all over her face, slightly hunched back and looking lifeless walked out slowly carrying a basket.

The old woman raised her eyelids slightly and looked in the direction of the driver's seat, revealing a strange look, but soon she walked to the side door and found a seat in the car and sat down.

Seeing that the passengers had boarded the bus, Mr. Qin drove the bus forward again. He soon passed through the wall in front of him, disappeared into reality, and drove into an incomprehensible and strange place.

"I thought you would never drive again. Why did you honk the horn this time? Is there something wrong?"

Although the old woman carrying the basket looked old and lifeless, she was very amiable and her tone of voice was very gentle, which made people feel good about her.

"Something very scary has appeared, and I can't handle it alone."

Mr. Qin spoke in a low voice while driving.

Hearing this, the old woman raised her eyelids slightly and said, "I'm almost dead, and I don't want to care about too many things. But it's strange that there are still young people who can't even deal with you."

After saying this, she was silent for a while, and then continued: "This is the last time, there will be no next time."

"Don't worry, there won't be a next time." Old man Qin replied without saying a word.

"This thing is very special. It doesn't seem to belong to this world."

Qin Lao's words made the old woman's expression become much more serious.

If it does not belong to this world, then it means it is a ghost from the future, or perhaps from the past.

But she didn't say much, just leaned back in the seat with her eyes closed, as if she was resting.

The bus continued along a strange road, heading to the next stop.

The road that seemed very long actually didn't take long to drive. Soon the surrounding scenery was no longer in a city, but in the suburbs. This suburb was dark even in the daytime. Under the dim sky, old graves were located in the distance.

There are a large number of these old graves, which are connected together to form an extremely huge cemetery.

The bus continued along the cemetery for a while and soon stopped in front of a wooden house.

This wooden house is inconspicuous and located in a cemetery. It is easy to overlook it if you don't look carefully.

But Mr. Qin drove the bus and stopped it accurately opposite the wooden house.

The old, almost rotten wooden house is located in this strange cemetery. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for living people to survive here.

However, Mr. Qin still pressed the horn as before.

The horn of the old haunted bus echoed throughout the eerie graveyard.

soon.

"Crench!"

There was a sound of an old wooden door opening, and a man walked out of the wooden house.

He was an old man, cold and weird, exuding a decayed smell, as if he was about to die at any time.

The old man paused for a moment in front of the wooden door, and looked at the bus with his pair of dark eyes without pupils, as if he was sizing it up.

After a while, the old man in the wooden house finally left the house and got on the bus.

"I haven't taken this bus for a long time. Old guys like us shouldn't meet each other. No one knows who will die first."

The old man who walked out of the cemetery took a look and then found a place to sit down.

The old woman holding the basket said, "Recently, a very scary ghost has appeared in the supernatural circle. Xiao Qin said it doesn't belong to this world, and even he can't deal with it, so he had to pull this old guy out of here."

"So that's how it is." The old man in the cemetery's expression changed slightly.

The old woman continued, "Let's go. It won't take long. I'll send you back after we're done. It won't delay anything."

"That's not the case. I just left in a hurry to fight and forgot to take some things with me." The old man in the cemetery looked out the window.

Following his gaze, he saw an old shovel standing next to the wooden house in the cemetery, and a rusty coffin nail was nailed to the wooden pillar at the entrance of the cemetery not far away.

"It's okay. With you guys, this thing can be successful, but I don't want any accidents to happen, so let's go to the next stop."

"This ghost doesn't belong to this world. It can come here. It is very likely that it has the ability to influence the past and the future and leave a trap for me."

Mr. Qin said this and continued to drive the bus forward.

Inside the carriage, the two old men said nothing, but just sat in their seats and waited quietly.

The old lady Meng Xiaodong living in Room 301.

Cemetery owner Luo Qian.

However, that’s not all, Mr. Qin actually wants to find the next person.

However, at this point in time, the ghost rider named Li Qingzhi who was guarding the Caesar Hotel should have died and most likely would not come.

As for Luo Wensong, Yang Jian had already dealt with all the starving ghosts, and Luo Wensong had already recovered.

But the remaining few are still quite substantial.

Zhang Dong, the old man in the ancient house.

And the longest-lived drugstore owner
It would be extremely terrifying if these top figures of the Republic of China met and joined forces before they died.

I don’t know what Mr. Qin saw, but he chose to bring all these people together at this time.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

With Zhang Hao around, it was no surprise that The Mummy Bride was able to control the ghost paintings of this period.

Even while the Mummy Bride was completing the ghost painting, Zhang Hao found the black and white portrait in the ghost painting world.

The mourning clothes on the crying ghost were of little help to Zhang Hao now, so when he was on the bus, Zhang Hao had no intention of taking the clothes from the ghost.

But Zhang Hao still has to find the black and white ghost den. It can be said that this ghost is one of Zhang Hao's core means. Although it is only 60% temporary and supernatural, it is impossible for him not to complete it.

After Zhang Hao waited for the Corpse Bride to control the ghost painting, he immediately asked the Corpse Bride to summon the ghost cabinet belonging to this world.

After summoning the ghost cabinet and choosing the corpse bride as the trading partner, Zhang Hao directly wrote down the questions he wanted to ask.

"Tell me where Yang Jian is."

Zhang Hao seemed to be very eager to do things because he didn't know when Mr. Qin would bring Zhang Dong and his group over.

"Give me a ghost."

Guichu directly put forward his own conditions.

It was not a difficult deal to just find Yang Jian's location, so Guikui's conditions were not difficult.

After hearing the conditions of the ghost cabinet, Zhang Hao directly grabbed a ghost from the ghost painting controlled by the mummy bride and handed it to it.

The ghost cabinet pulled the ghost into the cabinet, and after a while, a note appeared in the drawer.

"Dajing City, Ping'an Community."

"Already in Dajing City? It seems that Yang Jian's behavior has changed because of me."

Normally, Yang Jian should still be in ZS City.

But Zhang Hao was not too surprised, after all, he was seen by Yang Jian on the bus. It was normal for Yang Jian to have a human parchment in his hand and his behavior to change.

Zhang Hao held the ghost bride in one hand and the mummy bride whose skin became smooth after controlling the ghost painting in the other hand and disappeared in Dachang City.

Now both the other crying face and the human skin are in Yang Jian’s hands, and finding Yang Jian is the top priority.

Moreover, Dajing City was originally one of Zhang Hao’s destinations.

There is another ghost coffin in Dajing City, and there is also a starving ghost.

In Dajing City, Yang Jian was communicating with his mother in Ping'an Community.

Suddenly, Yang Jian felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

"What's going on?" Yang Jian frowned and looked at everything around him, but he didn't sense any supernatural aura at all.

"Is this an illusion? Or has the ghost rider from my friend circle revived in the community?"

Yang Jian looked around the community. This community seemed very normal. Not to mention evil ghosts, he didn't even see a ghost rider.

But what is this growing sense of uneasiness?

This uneasiness not only comes from oneself, but also from the uneasiness of the ghost eye.

As if sensing some terrifying existence, the ghost eye began to become restless.

"No, I have to leave as soon as possible."

Yang Jian had a premonition that this crisis was most likely directed at him.

He left Ping'an Community as quickly as possible and had someone drive him to the headquarters.

Looking at Yang Jian's alert yet confused eyes, he soon understood why Guiyan felt uneasy.

I don't know when the sky was covered by a layer of thick paper ash that kept falling like dark clouds, and the city still lost its color at this moment.

The surrounding buildings became mottled and colorless, like old objects that were about to fade away, and the pedestrians on the street faded and disappeared strangely.

The uneasiness that came from Yang Jian's ghost eye at this moment had disappeared, because the ghost eye had changed from its previous uneasiness to silence.

"It's those two ghosts!"

No need to guess, Yang Jian knew what he had come to.

He had only seen this kind of completely silent ghost eyes on two ghosts. One time was when Guihua passed by Dachang City, and the other time was last time on the bus.

"escape!"

However, just as he had this thought, a white figure blocked his way.

"Got you."

Zhang Hao blocked the vehicles moving forward.

This car seemed to be made of gold, so Zhang Hao spent a long time trying to sense Yang Jian's presence.

If it weren't for the fact that a few ghost slaves identified the car as being far away from Ping'an Community, Yang Jian might have really escaped.

"What's going on? Is this ghost looking at me?"

Yang Jian's heart was pounding. The first time he stepped into the car, he discovered its specialness. It was made of gold, a naturally shaded golden box.

Logically speaking, it should be impossible for Yang Jian to be seen while he was in the golden box.

Zhang Hao looked at Yang Jian in the car, but he didn't rush to break down the door and kill him. He just looked at the car.

The ghost tried to invade the space inside the car, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not really get inside.

In the ghost's perception, the place where the car was was like a blank space.

"Is it real gold, just like in reality?" Zhang Hao murmured in his heart.

The appearance of gold makes the world seem even more weird.

If this is really a derived world, it is impossible for gold to exist here.

The supernatural has the potential to produce anything, but it cannot produce gold.

But if this is a fake world, then why does one ghost eye disappear when Yang Jian uses it to overlap?

"There are more and more mysteries. We must get the human skin paper."

As Zhang Hao turned his gaze towards the car, the four wheels of the car disappeared at this moment.

"Erased from reality?" Yang Jian's pupils shrank, full of astonishment.

But what was even more shocking was yet to come. While Yang Jian had a dazed expression, Zhang Hao reached out and grabbed the car door, then used all his strength to completely pull the entire door off.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Yang Jian widened his eyes and stared at Zhang Hao.

This thing is too weird. Even the newspaper ghost that affected Zhao Lei and Zhao Kaiming’s wish ghost are not that weird, right?
This thing actually opened the golden car door just to attack the people inside the car?

Zhang Hao did not answer Yang Jian, but looked at a golden tube box hanging on Yang Jian's chest.

"Kacha!"

With the sound of something hard breaking, the golden tube box hanging on Yang Jian's chest was taken off.

Zhang Hao opened the box, revealing a piece of parchment that looked like human skin.

"My name is Yang Jian. When you see me, I'm already dead."

As soon as Zhang Hao opened the human skin paper, the following content emerged.

However, new changes soon appeared in the content.

"My name is Zhang Hao. Those old men are coming to deal with me soon. I will be attacked at 3:12 this afternoon."

"In order to compete with them in terms of combat power, I must take the ghost coffin away as quickly as possible."

"And the ghost coffin alone is not enough. I also need to find the ghost lake, the starving ghost, the red room, and the white eye."

"If possible, I'd better reach some cooperation with the ghost newspaper in this world, and also find a ghost that can affect lifespan."

The contents on the human skin paper were still being written. This was the first time that Yang Jian saw the human skin paper cooperate so actively without anyone asking any questions.

"The human skin paper is afraid of this ghost?"

When Zhang Hao spread out the human skin paper, he did not deliberately hide his thoughts. The main reason was that he did not think that Yang Jian could pose a threat to him. Instead, it was more important to see the effect of the human skin paper.

Yang Jian saw that the words on the human skin paper that was being written on disappeared.

"There are a few ghosts that are very helpful to me. They can play a big role in dealing with those old men. They are human skin paper, Jing Quietly, and the ghost finger."

"If I stick the human skin paper on my face and let my mind go, I will be able to gain the unstoppable power of the human skin paper."

However, just when the sentence was half written, the next moment, the content on the human skin paper suddenly changed.

"Ghost! You can't eat me! You can't eat me!"

However, no matter what was written on the human skin paper, Zhang Hao ignored it and instead pinched the human skin paper hard, crumpled it into a ball and swallowed it.

Although he does not have the ability to eat ghosts directly like the starving ghost, given Zhang Hao's current situation, it is still very easy for him to control such a piece of human skin, even without using the ability of the ghost catcher.

As he swallowed the human skin paper, Zhang Hao felt that his consciousness was undergoing some incomprehensible changes.

In Zhang Hao's sight, countless silk threads appeared on Yang Jian's body. Looking upwards, it seemed that there was a different future at the end of each silk thread.

It’s like watching a movie. As long as you keep looking up along this thread, you will be able to see movies with different endings.

Zhang Hao looked at the ghost bride and the mummy bride, and saw the same silk thread on their bodies.

Then Zhang Hao focused his attention on himself and found that he did not have many silk threads on his body.

But it seemed that after he ate the human skin paper, the number of those lines began to continue to grow, becoming far more than that of Yang Jian and the ghost bride combined.

Each thread represents the final outcome of Zhang Hao's different actions.

When you actively pull these threads representing different endings, you can also see the entire process of this ending and understand everything in the process.

"Has the supernatural power of human skin paper given me more possibilities for my future?"

Zhang Hao looked at one of his own silk threads. That thread was the one where Zhang Hao was suppressed by Zhang Dong.

In this ending, Zhang Hao controlled the ghost coffins, ghost lakes, black and white portraits, starving ghosts, and the pair of ghost eyes in this world, but was still suppressed by Zhang Dong.

Then there is another ending. In that ending, Zhang Hao controls one more evil spirit than the above one, which is a quiet and supernatural one.

Obtaining this part of the quiet supernatural power allowed Zhang Hao to truly gain unlimited derivative abilities.

His derivative photos can now produce clones.

　I make 10,000 yuan a day every month. I’ll take a break today and slow down a bit. This is the first one I’ll buy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)