Chapter 301 Give Me Human Skin Paper

Yang Jian felt the spiritual conflict in his body, and he knew very well that if he could not find a way to balance it as soon as possible, it would not be long before death would find him like a hound.

But he had already exhausted all the methods he could think of. The conflict between supernatural powers was no different from the method of solving advanced mathematics problems in college. Although there were many ways to solve them, they must have sufficient direction and ideas.

But without these two, no matter how many methods are used, the final result will be in vain.

And this is exactly the dilemma Yang Jian is facing now.

“Are you going to die?”

As time slowly passed, Yang Jian’s already pale and black body began to become more and more unreal. The whole person looked like a paper man painted with dye, weird and terrifying.

The supernatural power of the ghost painting seemed to have undergone unpredictable changes because of the evil spirit in the ghost bride’s body. It was already on the verge of losing balance and was eroding Yang Jian’s body.

This is definitely not a good signal for Yang Jian.

He could clearly feel that his body was gradually losing consciousness, his awareness was becoming increasingly hazy, and his entire body and mind were numb, like a walking corpse.

The ghost painting’s strange erosion only lasted for half a minute.
No one noticed that Yang Jian, who was sitting on the chair, had a black head and eyes that had become dead and lifeless at some point.

He appears to be dead.

But the strange thing was that the sound of a music box was like thunder, echoing in Yang Jian’s mind. This sound seemed to have some incredible power, which woke him up again from his death slumber, just like a normal person being woken up by an alarm clock.

Gradually his eyes regained some luster.

The lost consciousness is returning.

The heaviness, fatigue, coldness and other feelings before death began to dissipate.

Yang Jian’s own thoughts and consciousness gradually awakened, and the vague music became clearer and clearer.

Because of the protection of the music box curse, Yang Jian survived again.

“Have I died once? It seems that the curse of the music box has kept me alive again. But how long can this life last? The haunted house is gradually depriving me of the perception of the evil spirits in my body. The ghost eyes and ghost shadows cannot be used. Once the curse of the music box disappears, I will definitely die.”

Even after being rescued from the brink of death, Yang Jian still felt despair about his situation.

He had entered the haunted house with the idea of ​​taking a life-and-death gamble, hoping to use the supernatural power of the haunted house to shield himself from the supernatural powers of the ghost bride and the ghost painting.

Even though he had anticipated that this method would involve great risks before coming in, after all, neither he nor Jiang Shan had fully understood the supernatural power of the haunted house, but under the circumstances at the time, he had no time to hesitate.

A dead horse must be treated as a living one.

It’s a pity that he couldn’t save himself.

Because Yang Jian couldn’t guarantee whether he could find the way back to reality from the world of ghost paintings again, he didn’t know what kind of abnormalities would happen after he entered the world of ghost paintings.

Moreover, his intuition as a ghost rider told him that even if he had to sit here and wait to die, he must never enter the world of ghost paintings again.

Because Yang Jian is originally a ghost slave similar to ghost painting, and when he enters the world of ghost painting, he is no different from a puppet controlled by others.

Don’t talk about running away.
By then, he might not be able to control his own actions.

After all, Yang Jian is now completely a product maintained by the supernatural. His body has been destroyed by the ghost painting and the ghost bride, and only the music box protects his remaining consciousness.

Now the only thing Yang Jian could do was to sit on the luxurious leather chair in this haunted house, quietly listening to the ethereal melody in his mind, and then quietly waiting for his own death.
I don’t know how many times I have experienced the struggle of consciousness death and resurrection.

At this moment, Yang Jian no longer had any concept of time. He didn’t know how much time had passed since he fainted and woke up. Now he no longer looked like a living person, but more like a dead soul.

If it is just passive, a person’s behavior or spirit is muddled, perhaps because of certain things, that person will be cheered up; but Yang Jian is different, his consciousness was obliterated by the ghost painting, but was reshaped by the curse of the music box.

It’s like a ship.

The consciousness eroded and destroyed by the ghost painting is like the damage to the wooden boat, and the music box’s reshaping of its consciousness is equivalent to the repaired wooden board.

Yang Jian at this moment is no longer the same person he used to be. It can be said with certainty that Yang Jian is now a resurrected dead man. He has died countless times and for unknown periods of time.

And just in this half-dead state, Yang Jian, who woke up again, suddenly heard a crisp sound of footsteps. He was startled, then stood up suddenly and wanted to walk towards the source of the footsteps.

But it was only a few seconds before he stood up.

“Bang~!”

Yang Jian’s fragile consciousness was once again destroyed by the ghost painting. He seemed to have lost his soul in an instant and fell straight to the ground with a dull sound.

“Ok?”

The loud noise allowed Jiang Shan to instantly know Yang Jian’s approximate location.

Although the haunted house looks like a five-story luxury villa in reality, it actually has only two floors inside.

Jiang Shan, who had already searched the entire first floor, soon found Yang Jian, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

At this moment, Yang Jian looked almost indistinguishable from the paper man painted with colored dyes; even the feel of his touch was extremely similar.

The only difference is that whether it is Yang Jian or He Yuelian, the man he has been holding hands with, their bodies are extremely shriveled, like “paper people”.

Not only that, these two paper figures seem to be shoddily made. There seems to be no frame to support their bodies. From a distance, the two people look like two paper mummies.

Jiang Shan first checked the bodies of Yang Jian and He Yuelian.

After confirming it several times, the result was finally the same as what he had judged. He Yuelian was dead. Without any spiritual protection, she died completely in the confrontation between evil spirits. There was no possibility of resurrection.

It was obvious that Yang Jian’s body had also suffered the same supernatural power. Not surprisingly, since he had not yet become an alien, his body also fell into a state of death. Now the only thing Jiang Shan was sure of was that Yang Jian was still alive.

This was because he saw a few black blood words on the ground under Yang Jian’s right cheek:
“I am still alive, spiritually balanced.”

“He’s still alive, but his body is dead. It seems that the curse of the music box saved his life. There was a big problem with the plan to control the ghost painting. If it was according to the plan of the human skin paper, Yang Jian should have successfully transferred the curse of the ghost bride through He Yuelian.”

“But it is obvious that his mummy-like body is enough to show that not only has the curse of the ghost bride not been transferred, but he has also replaced He Yuelian and inherited the supernatural power of the ghost painting.” Through the information from the human skin paper and Yang Jian’s current appearance, Jiang Shan quickly analyzed Yang Jian’s current situation.

“Has he lost his self-awareness? No, he must have fallen down because he heard something, so he reacted. So it seems that Yang Jian is still conscious, but there is something wrong with his consciousness. It seems that he can’t maintain a normal state.”

After trying to call Yang Jian a few times and finding no response, Jiang Shan no longer hesitated and immediately took out the ghost mirror fragment from his pocket.

The reason why he went to the Chinese medicine shop to find Zhang Bohua was because of the unexpected situation.

Although the human skin paper told him how to help Yang Jian regain control of the ghost painting, but “if the King Kong falls, how can he only rot in one place?”
Supernatural imbalance is the most likely to occur and the most serious.

If I hadn’t gotten this medicine, it would have been impossible to help Yang Jian regain his balance in such a short time.

The only way is to use this medicine to help Yang Jian get through this hurdle first, and then find a way to regain control after making sure that his plan will not fail due to his condition.

Jiang Shan was involved in the entire process of helping Yang Jian master the ghost painting from beginning to end, and he would definitely not ignore it at this last moment.

The problem of ghost paintings not only affects Dajing City, but also the headquarters.

For every ghost rider and ordinary person living in the country, this is a violent upheaval. It is very likely that the entire supernatural circle will lose control, and the harm of the supernatural will affect everyone.

Jiang Shan took out a medicine bag wrapped in yellow paper from the ghost mirror fragments. He took it in his hand and tore it open without hesitation.

The yellow paper was just ordinary oil paper and there was nothing special about it, but when Jiang Shan opened it, he found a ball of grayish-white medicine powder wrapped inside the oil paper.

“Yang Jian, whether you can survive depends on yourself. If you die, the ghost painting will be completely out of control. At that time, the ghost controller may still have ways to protect himself, but the chances of ordinary people surviving are slim.”

Jiang Shan said as he poured the medicine into Yang Jian’s mouth.

Although he didn’t know whether Yang Jian was still conscious at the moment, he knew that Yang Jian could never let go of his mother, and the purpose of these words was to make Yang Jian’s desire to survive stronger.

After all, Jiang Shan is not Yang Jian.

He didn’t know what Yang Jian had experienced before, and whether he still had the determination to continue living, even though Yang Jian in the original book appeared to be extremely tenacious.

But this is a new world, and Jiang Shan will not completely believe in any of the ghost riders in the original work, or the personalities and abilities they display.

He can only learn from it, not rely on it.

As Jiang Shan poured all the medicine powder into Yang Jian’s mouth, a strange scene appeared in the blink of an eye. Yang Jian’s body seemed to have regained some of its human luster, and his whole body began to return to its normal appearance. He was no longer dry, but had some blood color.

“Am I alive again? No, I was saved. My consciousness is no longer groggy and my body is no longer stiff. This is…”

Yang Jian, who had regained consciousness, was keenly aware of something abnormal in himself. He felt as if there was a piece of ice in his mouth.

But he knew that what was in his mouth was definitely not ice, but some unknown supernatural power. As he had not yet fully regained control of his body, he could only close his eyes and quietly feel the changes in himself like a dead person.

quickly,

Yang Jian discovered that the cold air in his mouth was spreading everywhere and quickly spreading throughout his body.

“Is this smell of smoke from Jiang Shan? What did he give me to eat? This chill seems to be filling my entire body. If this thing completely disrupts my balance…”

Yang Jian felt the chill moving through his body like a poisonous snake. He thought the situation would get worse, as the slight balance between the ghost painting and the ghost bride in his body would be broken by the strange thing in his mouth.

But who could have imagined that the cold air would invade the body at the same time.

The out-of-control ghost painting and ghost bride in his body gradually calmed down, as if the ghosts in his body fell into a deep sleep. This was definitely not a spiritual balance.

Not only that,

The sound of the music box even became a little softer, and Yang Jian could almost no longer hear the strange ringing sound.

“Are you kidding? Where did Jiang Shan get this stuff? This damn thing he gave me to eat didn’t balance the spirits in my body, but it suppressed the evil spirits and made them silent.”

After feeling the changes in himself, Yang Jian was shocked and a little bit unbelievable.

He knew that his current condition was due to Jiang Shan using some more powerful supernatural means to suppress all the supernatural forces in his body, including the evil spirits.

Moreover, the supernatural power in his mouth was very stable, without the risk of getting out of control and eroding himself.

On the contrary, as time goes by, the terrifying supernatural power in this mouth is slowly dissipating.

This feeling means that before this supernatural power dissipates, there is no risk of the evil spirit reviving for a period of time.

“The origin of this thing is definitely not simple. No matter what, I owe Jiang Shan a lot of favors.”

At this moment, Yang Jian had completely regained consciousness and control of his body. He had already given up any hope and was even ready to die.

Even if he heard Jiang Shan’s footsteps, he didn’t think Jiang Shan had any good way to save him.

After all, the ghost paintings and the ghost bride were so supernatural that only when he experienced them personally could he feel the feeling of powerlessness and despair.

But the desire to survive made him write those eight words before he died.

But no matter what, Yang Jian never expected that the thing Jiang Shan stuffed into his mouth would forcibly revive him from the evil ghost and pull him back from the brink of spiritual imbalance.

Although the problem was not completely solved.

But based on the current situation, he will not die at least in the short term.

As time passed, Yang Jian’s vision became clearer and clearer. He could even see Jiang Shan standing next to him. Then his mouth recovered and he could sense things.

The first words he said were:

“Human skin paper, give me human skin paper.”

(End of this chapter)