Mysterious Recovery: Starting at Caesars Hotel

Chapter 49 Extreme Confrontation
  On a luxury sports car parked on the side of the road.

The vehicle was lit with expensive sandalwood, but even though the strong smell of sandalwood filled the air, it couldn't completely cover up the faint smell of corpses in the carriage.

In the driver's seat, Liu Dong put down the telescope in his hand with a gloomy expression, looking at the eerie fire covering the sky with cold eyes. While silent, he felt an indescribable fear in his heart.

He was worthy of being the ghost controller who killed three Gao Zhiqiang. Not only did he have excellent insight, he immediately noticed his prying eyes and was very decisive in his actions.

Xu Fang and Wei were the chess pieces he sent, but they didn't expect Liang Tian to be so ruthless. He would directly kill people at the slightest disagreement, which in turn would intimidate him who was hiding in the dark.

"You've been discovered."

A hoarse, deep voice came from the back seat of the car.

There was a skinny man sitting in the back seat, and the corpse stench that filled the entire car seemed to be emanating from him.

"Mr. Fang, the other party has killed Chen Ping, and now he should be planning to come to us to settle the score." Facing a ruthless person like Liang Tian, ​​Liu Dong would not have dared to investigate alone if Fang Shiming had not agreed to go on a business trip together to deal with it.

It's just that Fang Shiming's condition seems to be very bad. Ever since he had a fight with the boss of the supernatural forum, he has been showing signs of recovery from time to time since he came back.

"It seems that there is a big problem. The other party even used Guixiao, obviously searching for our location. But Guixiao does not belong to him, it belongs to the lamp. It is still difficult for him to find us." Fang Shiming's dry and waterless face Moving slightly, "How is he doing?"

Liu Dong immediately said: "Liang Tian is in good condition, just like ordinary people, and there are no signs of being corroded by evil spirits."

With the Dead Head's gaze locked and the telescope props, he could clearly see the scene thousands of meters away.

Fang Shiming tapped the splint with his fingers, staring at the gloomy sky with his bloodshot eyes, and said with an angry tone: "Gao Zhiqiang and the other three are really useless, even this can't hold him back to death."

He had a fight with that idiot Ye Zhen before, and the supernatural power in his body was becoming unbalanced. Now he urgently needs new supernatural powers to help suppress it.

Gao Zhiqiang's ghost is very special. If he can successfully retrieve it, it can temporarily ease his recovery.

However, he values ​​​​more the golden lamp in Liang Tian's hand. This lamp can solve the problem of recovery, extend the time of survival, help him survive until a new way of controlling ghosts appears in the supernatural circle, and provide him with ideas to continue to survive. .

Therefore, countless spies placed in the headquarters through the circle of friends, and as soon as Liang Tian showed up in Dachang City to attend the meeting, he got the tip and hurried over from Dajing City on a plane with Liu Dong.

Sudden.

Fang Shiming suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction.

Along with an intense heat, the eerie firelight covering the surrounding sky became brighter, making everything sway.

The real ghost is approaching, and the terrifying fire directly distorts reality and opens the door to hell.

The luxury sports car persisted for less than a second before disappearing from sight, being sent into the depths of the ghostly world by the firelight.

However, the people in the car did not disappear. Two figures were left behind where the car disappeared.

"Mr. Fang, save me..."

Liu Dong's face changed drastically, and his cold eyes were resisting the erosion of the firelight in front of him, but he had no way to deal with the firelight shrouded on both sides and behind him.

He seemed to be melting, part of his limbs had disappeared.

"Huh! They're all trash."

Fang Shiming snorted coldly, and a strange cold wind suddenly blew around him. The strong smell of corpses spread out from the howling wind, protecting Liu Dong who was disappearing.

Not only that, the ghost wind also blew away the scorching heat, calmed down the gloomy fire, and restored the surroundings to a normal state.

After the fire faded.

A figure appeared on the roof of a nearby building. A person stood on the rooftop, quietly looking down at the two people on the road.

Liang Tian stared at the two people with no expression on his face, but deep down he had guesses about their identities.

next moment.

The strong wind picked up, and Fang Shiming and Liu Dong on the road flew up and landed on the rooftop of the building next door.

Both sides stared at each other.

Liang Tian raised his head slightly and said, "Fang Shiming, Liu Dong?"

The supernatural abilities used by these two people were consistent with the impressions in his memory, and their identities were not difficult to distinguish.

"It's us. You kid is so cruel, you killed me as soon as we met." Liu Dong's body was soaked with blood, scarlet blood dripping along the corners of his clothes, his cold eyes looked across the building, and his tone was vicious.

During the attack in the Fire Ghost Realm, he lost an arm and part of his chest. If Fang Shiming hadn't pulled him out in time at the last moment, he would have been dead. How could he not be angry.

"To give you a chance to live, do you want to join the circle of friends?"

Fang Shiming's face was gloomy, and the smell of corpses around him became even stronger.

His condition is a bit bad. Even if he can kill Liang Tian, ​​it will increase the burden on his body and face the resurgence of the evil ghost in advance.

If you get that light, nothing will be a problem.

"Mr. Fang!"

Liu Dong looked ferocious and vomited a mouthful of blood depressedly. He didn't understand Fang Shiming's actions.

He was seriously injured, and the blood from the broken arm was still flowing freely. If it weren't for the supernatural being that kept him alive, he would have died long ago.

He advocated going back for revenge.

Liang Tian's eyes were cold: "Is there any point in saying this? Can you guys do it if you kill me?"

Ever since he killed Gao Zhiqiang, he had never thought that there was room for relaxation with his circle of friends. He was mentally prepared for this, knowing that this fight would happen sooner or later. It's just a matter of whether you come early or come late.

"When young people enter society and face their own irresistible existence, they should bow their heads when they should bow their heads, bend down when they should bow down, and kneel down when they should kneel down, otherwise they will suffer big losses."

Fang Shiming's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he suddenly laughed, but his smile was very arrogant, and his words sounded like the instructions of an old senior to an ignorant newcomer.

Since he refused to hand it over obediently, don't blame him for taking it by force.

"Sending you on your way."

The voice just fell.

call……

The wind was howling, and it seemed like a force 12 wind was blowing nearby.

The ghostly wind spread out, the light suddenly dimmed, and the strong wind affected everything in reality. Large areas of wall peeled off, and wall bricks became loose, and then were swept up by the strong wind.
  Liu Dong's bloodshot eyes also experienced some kind of change. They became lifeless, lifeless, and began to rotate continuously.

But the next moment.

The person standing in front of them looked strangely unreal.

Behind him, an old and decaying Room 401 is emerging.

A room covered with dust and sealed in dust for decades appeared.

Liang Tian held the door handle expressionlessly, walked directly into the supernatural room, turned around and locked the door.

At this moment, he became completely illusory and broke away from the constraints of reality.

"What a joke."

Fang Shiming's pupils suddenly shrank.

The strong wind swept everything around, sending everything around into the ghostly depths. In the strong wind, the outline of a supernatural room appeared.

The old wooden door of the supernatural room kept shaking in the strong wind, and even the door lock showed signs of loosening.

But the ghost wind's ghost power was still not strong enough, and the door was never blown open, making it impossible to reach the people in the room.

"Mr. Fang, something is wrong."

Liu Dong's head was deteriorating, and pieces of skin and flesh on his face were peeling off. His dead gray eyes kept moving, unable to focus together.

In other words, there is no figure of Liang Tian in sight at all. There is no target to attack and he is still using the supernatural power of the dead head. It is simply a slow suicide. The situation suddenly became a little worse.

The supernatural confrontation entered a long-term stalemate.

But the ghost controller cannot use the power of the ghost for a long time, otherwise it will aggravate the restlessness of recovery.

One minute later.

Fang Shiming's eyes flashed fiercely as he stared at Liang Tian's illusory figure. He had some enlightenment in his heart, but he had no tendency to stop.

But Liu Dong couldn't hold on any longer and had to stop in the restlessness of recovery. He didn't dare to use the supernatural power of the dead head anymore.

Ten minutes later.

Fang Shiming became silent, but the howling wind around him became stronger and stronger, seeming to be out of control.

He had a hunch that once he let Liang Tian go, it would definitely create huge hidden dangers for the future.

"call……"

Being on the verge of recovery also increases Gui Feng's supernatural strength, making the supernatural room become clearer and clearer.

"Bang bang bang..."

A heavy corpse was also running in the strong wind, wandering around the door of the supernatural room, constantly hitting the door, trying to force its way in.

Inside the 401 supernatural room.

Liang Tian's eyes moved slightly. Even if he could hold the golden lamp in one hand and the deceitful ghost pendant in the other, constantly suppressing the resurgence of the tombstone curse, his face would still turn pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is a terrible supernatural collision.

Fighting to see who can't hold on and dies first when the ghost revives.

“Now that we’ve come this far, we can’t let all our efforts go to waste.”

The fierce light in Fang Shiming's eyes became stronger and stronger, and a hint of fierceness appeared on his thin face, but using two supernatural powers at the same time has accelerated his reaching the limit. He has not felt this kind of powerless emotion for a long time.

Without any hesitation, he took out a rough-made rag doll tied with gold threads from his arms. The scapegoat kept twisting its limbs, but could not break free from the shackles of the golden thread.

Blood was immediately dripped on it.

Soon, the black cloth sewn on the dead doll's body was torn apart inch by inch, and Fang Shiming bore part of the restlessness of the evil ghost's resurrection.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Shiming took out an old pair of scissors and a photo.

This is a pair of scissors full of the style of the Republic of China. The handle of the scissors is covered with strange black hair, and you can also see a piece of rotten scalp attached to the black hair.

The photo was a full-body photo of Liang Tian, ​​which seemed to have been taken from a certain period of surveillance. Someone wrote his name on it in red pen.

Fang Shiming seemed to have expected in advance that Liang Tian would refuse to join, so he was very well prepared for this trip.

"Finally took out the ghost scissors."

Liang Tian's eyes suddenly condensed. He had been paying attention to Fang Shiming's actions, and he still couldn't help but feel horrified when he saw the strange pair of scissors.

Even with the ability to resurrect, he could not ignore the threat posed by Zhang Youhong's ghost scissors.

If Fang Shiming had not brought the ghost scissors, the result of the fight would have been that Liang Tian would win and bring down Fang Shiming.

But with this pair of ghost scissors, the situation immediately became unclear.

Liang Tian didn't have the habit of sitting still and waiting for death. His eyes were smudged with a layer of darkness, and they became like thick ink drawings.

"Wow..."

The sound of flowing river sounded in the supernatural room. The sound of water waves became louder and louder, and the sound of water washing away everything became clearer and clearer.

Guihe's supernatural power affected the supernatural room, and the restlessness of the tombstone was suddenly suppressed.

next second.

Liang Tian took a deep breath and actually raised his hand towards the burning fire on the lamp.

The red man huddled up in the fire, like a reflection of the flame, but he was successfully touched at this moment.

Achieved through the medium of physical touch.

The dead fire consciousness was immediately pulled into the ghost river in consciousness, and then was dissolved and became a part of the ghost river.

But on the other side.

Fang Shiming did not do it himself, but handed all the ghost scissors and photos to Liu Dong for use.

Liu Dong clearly knew the cost of using this supernatural item, and wanted to refuse, but looking at the fierce ghost-like expression on Fang Shiming's face, his voice was stuck in his throat and he did not dare to say it.

"Cut off his neck first. This will consume the least amount of money and will not easily deepen the curse of the ghost scissors."

Fang Shiming's sallow eyes stared at Liu Dong and ordered.

At this time, he was as skinny as a mummy, with dark brown skin sticking tightly to his body. It looked like he had no flesh at all, and he exuded the aura of a ghost.

Half of the body of the scapegoat he held tightly in his hand was rotting, and the intensity of its struggle was also weakening. It had taken on too much for him.

The sunk cost of this fight was too high. He had to get the lamp that could ease the ghost's recovery, otherwise he would have to face the problem of the ghost's recovery the next second he stopped.

Liu Dong nodded, grabbed the handle of the ghost scissors, touched the hair wrapped around it, and felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Holding the ghost scissors, various terrifying things began to appear around him.

The thick long hair spread out from nowhere, the sharp sound of fingernails scratching on the blackboard, the ball rolling on the ground, the thick blood falling from the top of the head, and the sound of approaching footsteps.

This is the curse wrapped around the ghost scissors. Behind each curse is a ghost. Once it is contaminated by the curse, it will be targeted by the evil ghost for no reason.

As long as the evil spirits still exist and are not imprisoned or restricted, living people will be found and attacked no matter where they go.

Liu Dong was so stiff that he didn't dare to move. He tremblingly picked up the ghost scissors and cut off the full-length photo in his hand.

Soon, in the photo with the name written on it, Liang Tian's neck was cut off.

At this time, a pale palm suddenly fell from above his head and hit Liu Dong's head without warning.

What's even more frightening is that this hand started to move, crawling down from the top of his head in a weird way, and kept squirming on his face.

Liu Dong could no longer suppress the fear in his eyes, trembling all over, and dropped the weird ghost scissors in panic.

As soon as the ghost scissors were released, the surrounding supernatural phenomena disappeared immediately.

"waste."

Fang Shiming watched coldly, having already guessed the curse contamination from Liu Dong's reaction. He bent down to take back the ghost scissors, looked at the incomplete photo that was thrown on the ground, and suddenly sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly.

The terrible curse ignored the isolation of the supernatural room and suddenly came.

A crack appeared strangely on the neck of the person in the room. The deep wound tore the spine of the neck, and the blood in the blood vessels spurted out.

Without the support of his neck, his head suddenly fell down and rolled on the dusty floor.

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