Mysterious Revival - Chapter 14 - The Eerie Parchment

Fang Jing hadn’t expected Yang Jian to hang up so decisively, leaving him no room for negotiation. He had planned to placate Yang Jian temporarily, intending to turn his back on him once he was safely out of the school and refuse to hand over the parchment. But Yang Jian’s decisiveness left him in a panic.

More critically, the footsteps behind him had reappeared. Yang Jian’s guidance had only temporarily freed him from the ghost trailing him.

“What do I do? What do I do? Without Yang Jian’s help, I can’t escape this place. I’ll surely die at the hands of the vengeful ghost. I don’t want to die. My future is just beginning. With the help of the parchment, I could become someone of great importance in this world. How can I just die here?”

In his panic, Fang Jing broke into a cold sweat and instinctively started running again, hoping to distance himself from the footsteps behind him. But it was futile; the footsteps drew closer.

The surrounding darkness seemed to thicken, threatening to swallow him whole.

“No, I can’t die. I’ll give him the parchment. Yang Jian is right. If I die, all the knowledge in the world won’t help me. Besides, I already have a rough grasp of the future information. The parchment isn’t as valuable to me as I thought.”

Faced with the threat of death, there was nothing Fang Jing wasn’t willing to give up. His hands trembling, he picked up his phone and redialed Zhang Wei’s number.

“Beep, beep.”

The call connected.

“I’ll give you the parchment, I’ll give it to you, as long as you promise to get me out of here,” he blurted out before the other side could speak.

Yang Jian’s voice came through the phone, “Throw the parchment on the ground, and I’ll come to get it.”

At this moment, Fang Jing didn’t play any tricks. Without hesitation, he pulled a stack of dark brown paper from his pocket and tossed it to the ground.

“I’ve done it. Help me, please help me. I don’t want to die.”

Yang Jian said, “I’ll first teach you how to shake off the ghost behind you. Turn to your right.”

“Okay, thank you, thank you,” Fang Jing stammered, following Yang Jian’s instructions in a panic.

“Now turn right again,” Yang Jian continued.

Fang Jing complied, and the effect was immediate. The footsteps behind him gradually faded away, eventually disappearing completely. Fang Jing was both surprised and delighted, knowing he was temporarily safe.

“Foolish,” Yang Jian muttered, putting down the phone. He stopped and watched Fang Jing stumble around the forest like a headless chicken, both amused and incredulous.

The footsteps following Fang Jing weren’t a ghost. They were his own.

Yes, there was no ghost following Fang Jing, only Yang Jian trailing him. Terrified of ghosts and unable to see through the ghost domain, Fang Jing had no idea that the one following him was just a person.

“So this is the parchment containing future information?” Yang Jian picked up the item from the ground. The brown leather was soft and cold, as if it had just been taken from a freezer, exuding an ominous and eerie aura.

As soon as he touched it, the eye on the back of his hand opened, emitting a faint red glow.

“This isn’t parchment… it’s human skin, and something’s very wrong,” Yang Jian thought, a chill running through him.

He opened it.

On the parchment was a line of writing.

“My name is Fang Jing. By the time you read this letter, I will be dead. Don’t be surprised. I am you from ten years in the future, using a special method to convey future information. Please, remember the following content.”

“This world has ghosts now. It’s no joke. By the time you know this, it’s already too late. You’re at least six months behind other Ghost Tamers.”

“Beware of your classmate Yang Jian. In the future, he becomes terrifying… I was killed by him, so you must kill Yang Jian first, or you’ll die at his hands.”

“On June 20th, during evening self-study, you’ll meet an international criminal police officer, Zhou Zheng, who will explain some special knowledge to you. This is important. Zhou Zheng is a Ghost Tamer from the Asian division, codenamed Ghost Baby Zhou Zheng. But he’s just a passerby, so don’t worry too much about him.”

“Beware of the ghost baby that comes out of him. That thing will grow. In a few months, it will become… I suggest staying away… or you’ll die.”

“Join the criminal police organization as soon as possible…”

“Remember… gold… paper.”

“Stay away… escape.”

“…ghost…”

As Yang Jian read this information, he noticed the writing on the parchment was rapidly becoming blurred and dim. Critical information was being erased by some force, disappearing before his eyes. What was once a densely packed note was now a largely blank parchment.

It was like characters on a computer screen, vanishing one by one.

Yang Jian hadn’t even seen anything useful before the writing on the parchment had completely vanished.

“What on earth is going on?”

He frowned deeply, flipping the parchment over.

Indeed, the writing was gone, leaving no trace.

Faced with this phenomenon, Yang Jian recalled a movie he had seen, where changes in the past altered the future.

Could it be that by taking Fang Jing’s parchment, the future had been altered, and the traces were erased?

But before Yang Jian could ponder further, new writing began to appear on the parchment.

Line by line, it appeared before his eyes, as if an invisible hand was writing with a pen.

“My name is Yang Jian. By the time you read this letter, I will be dead. I am you from ten years in the future, using a special method to convey future information…”

Yang Jian felt a chill run through him, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the parchment in his hand. “What kind of ghostly thing is this…”

This was definitely not a parchment recording future information.

He could feel the eerie and sinister nature of the human skin. The words that had appeared earlier weren’t erased by a future Fang Jing but by the skin itself.

It had switched owners and was erasing the previous owner’s information, now generating Yang Jian’s information.

“The things on it can’t be trusted. I can’t keep this.”

Yang Jian’s eyes flickered with an unknown fear.

He looked around, considering throwing the human skin into the sewer to make it disappear forever.

But new writing appeared on the parchment: “Don’t throw it away, don’t throw it away… I can help you.”

“…Without me, you’ll die… you’ll die.”

Soon all the writing disappeared, leaving only two words: “Keep it, keep it.”

The two words repeated over and over, twisted and irregular, of varying sizes, covering the entire piece of human skin.