A middle-aged man with no appearance sat straight and stiff on Yang Jian's bedside. He raised his hand and held the first newspaper without moving, as if he was really watching the news in the newspaper seriously.

All this seems normal, and there is nothing strange about it.

However, the dimness in the room is not suitable for reading newspapers at all.

Moreover, this person has been in this position since Yang Jian surfed the Internet and has never changed. This would be impossible if he was an ordinary person.

The only change is that the person sat down from the sofa in the living room to the head of the bed in the room.

Just the position has moved.

From far away to close.

This closer distance does not make people feel at ease, but rather an inexplicable threat and fear.

Why did my father sit next to him and read the newspaper?

Have you had this habit before?

Looking at the portrait hanging on the cabinet in the room, listening to the urgency of Liu Xiaoyu.

Yang Jian realized something was wrong.

If the file Liu Xiaoyu said is true, then is this person still his father?

It seems...but it seems not.

Did my father really die in a car accident when he was a child?

Yang Jian clearly thought in his mind that the person in front of him was his father, everything seemed so natural and without any falsehood.

"Even so, it's still a little bit wrong..."

Yang Jian immediately withdrew his palm and did not push away the newspaper that blocked the man. Instead, he immediately picked up his cell phone, stood up suddenly, and retreated.

Try to stay away from this man who reads the newspaper.

What exactly happened to him was affected by something and there was a problem with his memory.

Or is it that everything in front of you is just a dream, not real?

Or is it that the entire residential building is weird?

"No matter what, leave here first, and then find a way to figure out what's going on." Yang Jian couldn't be sure whether there was a problem with himself, his father, or something wrong with him.

He carefully retreated from the room to the living room.

I didn't alarm my father who read the newspaper.

When he exited the room, he tried to see the person's appearance clearly with a little curiosity.

However, before Yang Jian could see clearly, he found that a corner of the newspaper was scarlet, as if it was stained with blood, and the rich scarlet seemed to turn into blood and dripping down.

A newspaper stained with blood~!

Would normal people read such newspapers?

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and at this moment, he completely believed it. What Liu Xiaoyu said was true. His father had already died in a car accident when he was in elementary school. The file on her side was true, so the so-called father in front of him was impossible to exist, because the dead would not be resurrected.

If the father does not exist, then there is only one possibility for the man sitting on the bed reading the newspaper in front of him, that is... ghost.

His heart trembled immediately.

when?

When did this ghost get into the house, when did it appear in the house, and when did its memory be tampered with?

Or do you mean that I have been living with this ghost for the past few years?

If it weren't for Liu Xiaoyu's phone call, wouldn't she never be awakened?

After thinking carefully, Yang Jian felt creepy.

Just the moment he stepped out of the room.

The man who was reading the newspaper suddenly made a move, and his head turned around at a strange speed and faced Yang Jian.

Immediately, Yang Jian was so scared that he retreated repeatedly.

This man... has no face, no facial features, only a layer of flesh.

"Walk."

Yang Jian roared in his heart, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

It has been completely confirmed.

This man is a ghost.

However, the moment he turned his head, his eyes immediately turned dark and he seemed to have bumped into something.

A newspaper...

It is sticky and fishy, ​​as if it is stained with thick blood.

The newspaper was stuck on his face and immediately stuck to it. He subconsciously wanted to tear it apart, but the blood-stained newspaper seemed to turn into the skin on his face. Once it was torn, the face felt extremely painful and could not be tear it apart.

"This ghost started attacking me?" Yang Jian immediately realized this.

He had been attacked by evil ghosts twice when he was in school.

"The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts..."

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly one eye spread out on the back of his hand and flesh appeared and emitted a faint red light.

The palm of the hand with this eye was torn open the newspaper covered with the face, but it had an effect.

The newspaper was gradually leaving his face, like a piece of plaster being gradually being torn off.

But at this moment.

The ghost didn't seem to want to let him go so easily.

Yang Jian felt the ghost leaning over, as if pulling the newspaper behind him.

A terrifying power came.

The newspaper wrapped around his face contracted again and pressed tightly on his face. A strong feeling of suffocation and dizziness came quickly.

If this continues, you don’t have to be killed by a ghost. You will be suffocated to death by this weird newspaper.

"Since you want to play, I will play with you. You are a ghost, but I am not a human." Yang Jian let out a beast-like roar in his throat.

Two red eyes suddenly appeared on his face.

The newspaper where the eyes grew out immediately made a sound like tearing the paper, and it was immediately torn apart.

The moment the newspaper was torn apart, the terrifying pulling force behind was immediately reduced a lot.

"Come again." Yang Jian gritted his teeth secretly.

The power of this eye cannot be used too much. If you use it once, you will go a step further from death. But you don’t need to do it now. If you don’t need to borrow the power of the ghost in your body, you will die now.

An eye appeared on his forehead again.

"Swish~!"

The bloody newspaper stuck to the forehead was torn apart again.

The pulling force behind him became lighter again. At this moment, his suffocation and dizziness quickly faded away.

"continue."

Yang Jian knew that the ghost in his body was not strong enough.

The fifth eye was emerging from his neck.

Another hole was cracked in the eyes that strangled the neck.

At this time, Yang Jian tried his best to put his hand on his face, and the newspaper wrapped around his face was torn apart in an instant because there were too many cracks.

Suffocating, the dullness completely disappeared.

A large mouthful of air flowed in.

Four eyes grew on Yang Jian's face, and a faint red light shone.

He looked back.

But behind him was empty, only the blood-stained newspaper scattered on the ground.

"Get out of this."

Yang Jian was frightened and did not dare to stay for a long time. He opened the door and quickly left the house without taking it.

And it wasn't long before he left here.

In the room he had been before, someone came out.

The man picked up the newspapers torn and scattered all over the ground, and then pieced them together.

Soon the newspaper returned to its previous appearance, with scarlet blood still on it, but there was a contour of a human face on it.

That face is... Yang Jian.

The man picked up the newspaper, then walked to the sofa next to him as if nothing had happened, sitting down and raising his arms, looking at the newspaper in front of him motionlessly, exactly the same as his previous posture.

Until several hours later.

Suddenly, this person moved.

He slowly put his arm down, but this person's appearance was the same as Yang Jian.

However, on this "Yang Jian"'s face, the eyes that had grown before were blank, just like a clear photo was cut away several places.
Chapter completed!