After finishing the trivial matters, Yang Jian returned to the underground safe house again.
This time, he planned to solve his problems in this safe house.
This place is made of gold, which can effectively isolate supernatural forces, no matter what happens to him at that time.
It will not affect the outside world.
"No, the safe house alone is not safe enough. I also need a coffin to contain myself. In this case, even if the plan fails, I will be imprisoned in the golden coffin and cannot run outside."
Yang Jian walked back and forth in the safe house.
There are also a lot of metal materials in the room.
As a red light flashed, a metal coffin suddenly appeared in front of him.
Since there is no gold in the material used this time, the power of the ghost can be used directly.
However, a metal coffin alone cannot trap the resurrected ghost.
Therefore, when Yang Jian made the coffin, he had already hollowed out the middle of the coffin.
You only need to add gold to it to create a coffin that can contain evil ghosts.
Next, Yang Jian had no choice but to melt the gold himself.
Finally, it was poured inside the coffin to form a gold interlayer.
Yang Jian moved quickly, and before long everything was completed.
In order to prevent accidents, Yang Jian even lay directly in the coffin to verify the airtightness of the coffin.
"Very good. This coffin can perfectly isolate supernatural beings without any gaps. If I die, this coffin will be the tool to imprison me."
Through personal experience, Yang Jian discovered that once the metal coffin is covered, it can even isolate the ghost world.
He was also very satisfied with this, but this was also expected.
After all, the interfaces are made of gold material, and no corners are cut. It is guaranteed to have no problems when used to imprison evil ghosts.
Yang Jian deliberately experimented just to prevent accidents.
Yang Jian came out of the coffin again and then touched the cold coffin.
He knew very well that he would basically spend the rest of the time there.
It won't end until the final result appears,
If he can successfully solve his problems, then he will open the coffin and walk out.
If you fail, you will be completely imprisoned in a coffin.
Maybe someone will open it one day.
It's just that the person who walked out at that time wouldn't be Yang Jian, but a terrifying ghost.
"The plan, the coffin, and even the weapons have all been completed now. Now it's time to complete the last piece of the puzzle."
At this time, Yang Jian's eyes suddenly became sharp.
I saw him take out a gold bag from his body, then carefully opened it and took out the contents.
It was an old newspaper stained with blood.
Except for the fact that it was stained with blood and looked a little strange, it seemed to be just an old newspaper.
But if it was really just an ordinary old newspaper, Yang Jian wouldn't be so cautious.
"The success of this plan depends on you."
Looking at the old blood-stained newspaper in his hand, a determined look flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.
This blood-stained old newspaper is a ghost newspaper.
That ghost newspaper that can modify a person's memory.
The most critical part of solving Yang Jian's problems this time is to ensure that it is Yang Jian's memory that is resurrected in the end, not other people's memories.
And ensure the uniqueness of your own consciousness.
Therefore, it is necessary to use the power of ghost newspapers.
This was the plan Li Yue gave to Yang Jian before, and Yang Jian thought there was no problem with it, so he directly adopted it.
Now is the time to use ghost newspapers.
Think of this.
Yang Jian directly took a pen and began to write on the blood-stained old newspaper.
"I am Yang Jian."
Yang Jian did not write anything else, only these few words.
Originally, he was planning to make a backup of his memory through the ghost newspaper, but after Li Yue reminded him, he found that doing so would be asking for death.
Now he only needs to use the supernatural power of the blood-stained old newspaper to remind him of his identity, so that he can retrieve his own memory in a few days.
In this way, one's own memory can be resurrected from the ghost image and dominate the body again.
Rather than being swallowed up by other memories, consciousness dissipates, and memories become other people's memories.
In order to ensure that there would be no mistakes, Yang Jian began to write these four words repeatedly on the ghost newspaper.
The handwriting may be large or small.
But soon,
soon.
The four words "I am Yang Jian" are densely written on the blood-stained old newspaper.
After seeing that there was no free space for him to write, Yang Jian stopped writing, and then placed the blood-stained old newspaper into the coffin he had just made.
"Now that everything is ready, it's time to start planning."
Yang Jian checked the time and found that it was already evening.
Although the curse revealed on the human skin paper will erupt at noon tomorrow, Yang Jian is not sure whether it is accurate.
If we really follow the information given by the human skin paper and implement the plan according to the time, if something unexpected happens, it will really be over.
So Yang Jian is ready to start now.
This is just in case.
After all, it is about life, and we must not be careless.
Next it’s time to enter the coffin.
But before that, Yang Jian suddenly took out his mobile phone, edited a text message and sent it.
And that text message was sent to Li Yue.
After doing this, Yang Jian slowly laid down in the coffin with the newly made golden spear and the mobile phone in his hand.
After Yang Jian adjusted his posture, he lifted up the heavy metal coffin board next to it and slowly closed it.
"Kacha!"
With the sound of heavy metal slots, the coffin lid was sealed.
In order to prevent the coffin from being opened by evil spirits, when Yang Jian was building the coffin, he specially designed the coffin lid into a chute style.
In this way, even if he fails, he cannot easily open the coffin.
"Everything depends on man and God. I have done everything I can do. The rest depends on my luck."
After saying this, Yang Jian's expression suddenly became determined.
After taking a slight breath, Yang Jian picked up the old blood-stained newspaper with densely packed handwriting of different sizes with both hands.
Then cover it firmly on your face.
The moment the ghost newspaper came into contact with Yang Jian, it stuck tightly to Yang Jian's flesh, directly covering his eyes, nose, and mouth.
Finally, on the ghost newspaper, an outline of the facial features is formed.
At this time, Yang Jian seemed to be suffering a terrible punishment from ancient times.
He put the soaked papers on his face one by one, unable to breathe, as if he was suffocating.
This made Yang Jian feel very uncomfortable.
Yang Jian instinctively opened his mouth, subconsciously trying to take a breath of air, but he forgot that there was a ghost newspaper stuck on his face.
As Yang Jian opened his mouth to inhale, the newspaper suddenly dented and stuck tighter.
It can even be said that there is no gap left between Ghost Newspaper and Yang Jian.
If an ordinary person encountered this situation, they would naturally reach out and try to remove the ghost newspaper from their face.
But Yang Jian didn't do that.
Although the feeling of not being able to breathe was a little uncomfortable, it was not an important thing to Yang Jian.
At least Yang Jian will not die from suffocation now.
Although he has not become an alien yet and can reach the point where he does not need to breathe.
But the curse of the music box on his body is still there. As long as the curse has not broken out yet, it is the best life-saving artifact.
Merely suffocating is not a thing at all.
I remember when someone in my circle of friends attacked me with ghost scissors, my head had already been cut in half.
But thanks to the curse of the music box, Yang Jian is still living well.
Even in turn, he solved the entire circle of friends.
Among them are reserve captain Jiang Shangbai and Fang Shiming, a well-known figure in the paranormal circle.
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Please remember the domain name of this book:.The Moral Record of the Mortician