Looking at the human skin parchment in front of him, Yang Jian asked his first question, having not used it for a long time, not even when confronting the King Organization or the Ghost Ship did he bring out the parchment.
Because he knew that the more urgent the situation, the more he couldn't let the parchment appear, or following its advice might lead to irreparable mistakes.
Now, Yang Jian had the time and energy to outsmart the parchment, making it a very appropriate time to use it.
The dark brown parchment was blank.
But as Yang Jian's question was asked, black handwriting began to emerge on the blank parchment. At first, the writing was intermittent, twisted, and indecipherable, but as time passed, these intermittent writings connected into a complete sentence.
"My name is Yang Jian, and by the time you see this message, I am already dead..."
