Mysterious Recovery

In the afternoon, Yang Jian spends most of his time wandering around in the city. After all, the ghost painting operation has already begun. It is a bit unreasonable if he stays in the hotel and sleeps at this time, so in order to cooperate with the action, he decided to go around. .

　　 The result is obvious.

　　I walked through several snack streets, food streets, everything is normal except for a little stomachache.

　　 Sure enough, I was driven out by Xiong Wenwen's parents at noon, but didn't have enough food.

　　 "It's almost time, let's get off work." Yang Jian looked at the time, and it was almost six o'clock.

　　 He felt that he would return to the Ping An Hotel after get off work and continue today.

As long as there are no accidents in the last two days, he will be able to return to Dachang City smoothly. Although the business trip encountered a lot of dangers and experienced several spiritual events, at least there is still a gain, and the main purpose is also accomplished. .

　　 Before going back and forth, he was just to solve the problem of his own body deterioration and Li Gui's recovery.

Now he has controlled the three ghosts to achieve a very good balance, then killed Gao Zhiqiang, and took away the ghosts in his body. The ghosts can restore his body to a healthy state, which is better than expected. .

　　 In addition, there is also the acquisition of spiritual things and the increase in the number of ghost candles in his hand.

　　 I believe that Yang Jian can survive for a long time if nothing happens in the future.

　　 During this time, he has to do something he wants to do.

　　While thinking, he walked towards the hotel alone.

　　 But at this moment.

　　 An undetected fatal crisis has quietly arrived.

　　In an office in Pingan Building.

　　 Fang Shiming looked at the clock on the desk motionlessly. He was sitting there like a statue. He had been sitting for several hours.

　　 Patience, he has never lacked, even if he sits here for a day, he can do it easily.

　　 After all, he is no ordinary person.

　　 The sun in winter recedes earlier than in other seasons.

　　 The originally bright office is now dim. During this period, he did not get up and turn on the lights, and no company employees came in to disturb him. The surroundings seemed exceptionally quiet.

　　 I don’t know how long I have been sitting in the dim office.

　　 Fang Shiming didn't move until the clock on the table reached five:55.

　　 He slowly reached out his hand and took out a box from his clothes.

　　 This box is not big, it's just bigger than ordinary mobile phones, and the color is eye-catching gold because the material used to make this box is gold.

　　 Only gold can isolate all supernatural beings. This is a common sense in supernatural circles.

　　 The box was welded to death, leaving no gaps.

　　 Fang Shiming took out a knife and made a cut along the circle of the box. The golden box that had been sealed for a long time was opened.

　　 once opened.

　　 The dim office immediately became a little gloomy and cold, and the air was filled with a faint smell of rancidity, as if something was rotten.

　　 Inside the box is a pair of scissors.

The style of the scissors is very old, not a modern style, but the style of the Republic of China. I don’t know if this thing has been buried in the mud for a long time. The black stains on it are lingering, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it is rust or contamination. Some things should not be contaminated.

　　 The most weird thing is the handle of the scissors, with dense black hair wrapped around it, and some hair roots are even connected to the scalp.

　　 The stench of rotting seems to come from here.

　　 Ghost Scissors!

　　 Fang Shiming called this thing this way, simple and appropriate, because he got it from a ghost during a certain spiritual event.

　　 "I really don't want to move this thing."

　　 He frowned, it seems that there is a certain taboo in using this weird scissors, which prevents him from using it casually. He can only lock it in a golden box and carry it with him.

but

　　 looked at the picture of Yang Jian on the table.

　　 Fang Shiming knew that this ghost-eyed Yang Jian was not easy to kill. If he banged head-on, he might be able to win, but he would definitely be dragged by Yang Jian to the point where the ghosts would recover, and the possibility of death together in the end was very high.

　　 But Yang Jian can’t kill him.

　　 Not only is he threatening, but he already knows the existence of Ghost Scissors, and even asks Jiang Shangbai on this condition.

　　 This has touched Fang Shiming's bottom line, so his attitude is very firm, there is no possibility of wavering, even if it is an afternoon Cao Yanhua is putting pressure on himself, he will kill this Yang Jian today.

　　 "It's a pity that I can't get the coffin nail, otherwise it would be more beneficial to me if the two things restrain each other." Fang Shiming's eyes shifted slightly.

　　The time has come to 5:59.

　　 It was six o'clock in a minute.

　　 Fang Shiming did not move the scissors, but picked up a fountain pen and wrote two words on the full-length photo of Yang Jian: Yang Jian.

　　 real name, full body photo, this is the way to trigger the killing law of ghost scissors.

　　 At least Fang Shiming explored it this way.

　　 So the threat of this thing falling into the hands of people is far greater than the threat falling into the hands of ghosts.

　　 Otherwise, Fang Shiming would not have been able to obtain this supernatural thing from the ghost.

　　 "The time is up, it's time to get you on the road. Yang Jian." Fang Shiming saw that the time had come to six o'clock.

Without any hesitation, he took off his gloves and revealed a pair of horrible hands. These hands seemed to be on the body of a dry corpse. The dark brown skin was close to the bones, and all the flesh and blood had disappeared. The look was particularly oozing. .

　　 But even though the hands have become like this, they still do not affect the use and can move.

　　 Fang Shiming reached out and grabbed the ghost scissors.

immediately.

The darkness around 　　 suddenly deepened, and the entire office was shrouded in darkness.

　　 tick, tick!

　　 The sound of dripping water echoed around, and the rotten stench in the air became more and more intense, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

The most weird thing is that in this deepening darkness, several black shadows shake and gradually take shape, turning into the outline of a corpse. The outline of this corpse is incomplete, some lacking arms, some lacking heads, and some Missing legs.

　　 But despite this, these weird and incomplete shadows are constantly moving closer to Fang Shiming.

　　 Fang Shiming is holding ghost scissors in one hand, and the photo of Yang Jian in the other hand.

It's just that when he picked up the photo at this time, the back of the photo was already covered with sticky blood. His eyes moved slightly, and he saw a pale head at such a close distance. He didn't know when it was placed on the desk. , Blood flowed out from under the neck, gradually covering the entire tabletop.

　　 Not only that, but when he moved his feet slightly, he seemed to have stepped on something.

　　 cold and soft, like stepping on a corpse.

　　 "The curse of ghost scissors has deepened."

　　 Facing all the weird things in the office, Fang Shiming's expression was very calm, even unmoved, he still did his own thing methodically.

　　 This kind of curse can't get rid of him.

　　 The scissors fell on the photo with Yang Jian's name on it. The original brightly colored photo suddenly became obsolete, and a black shadow shrouded it, and the bright colors seemed to fade quickly.

　　 The photo was cut a little bit, and a strange curse began to spread.

　　 At this moment.

　　 Walking on the streets of the city, Yang Jian, who was walking on the road, was talking with Cao Yanhua.

"Yang Jian, I have already put pressure on the people in the circle of friends. They rejected your request and did not agree to take out the item, but you can mention other conditions at will. Gold, industry, and company, if it is money. , You can also boldly report a number, and they will try their best to be satisfied."

"Perfunctory, this is pure perfunctory, I know that the people in the circle of friends are very rich, a group of top consortia, capitalists spare no effort behind the injection of capital, capital is not important to them at all." Yang Jian said: "I said that I need an answer before six o'clock, but this answer is obviously not very satisfactory."

"Yang Jian, calm down first. This is at least a good start. The negotiation can not reach the requirements at once." Cao Yanhua continued to persuade: "If you believe me, I can continue to negotiate and put pressure on you, but the premise is Don't mess around, the headquarters at this juncture does not want you to fight with people in your circle of friends."

　　 "We have no spare capacity to deal with ghost paintings and your affairs at the same time."

"It's not my fault, it's their fault, and I should not bear the responsibility." Yang Jian said: "And your set of methods will not work for the people in the circle of friends. If it works, it will not be given to you until now. Reply, this is procrastinating. I have a hunch that people in the circle of friends will not stop me. They are planning to retaliate against me."

　　 "You are a delusion, they absolutely dare not do it, I can assure you." Cao Yanhua said righteously.

　　 The circle of friends is a great power, but the bigger the power, the more scrupulous it is. On the contrary, it is the people like Yang Jian who are alone who are the most dangerous, and they do not care about the consequences.

　　 "Really? It's a pity that I don't dare to bet your life with you." Yang Jian said.

　　 Cao Yanhua hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and said; "You go back to the hotel to rest tonight. Don't fight again. Give me some time. I will let them agree to your request before tomorrow morning."

　　 "You can't guarantee it, but" Yang Jian didn't finish his words, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

　　 I don't know why, but at this time, I suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

　　 There seems to be a ghost by my side.

　　 Yang Jian looked around vigilantly, observing any pedestrians passing by, his whole body was stretched to the extreme, and even the ghost eyes had been secretly opened.

　　 However, nothing was discovered.

　　 "Is it an illusion? Or am I too sensitive?" He frowned deeply.

　　 But being cautious, he still thinks that he should leave this area first, if he gets caught up in the ghost painting incident in a daze, he will be unlucky.

　　 But when he was just about to take a step.

　　 Suddenly, a crack appeared strangely on his neck.

This crack was very big and deep, almost tore his entire spine, blood spewed out in an instant, splashed on several pedestrians around, and his head lost support, and he fell directly weakly. .

　　 "Hey, okay"

　　 The blood poured back, blocking Yang Jian's throat, his body staggered to the ground, and his brain felt dizzy for an instant.

　　 All this came too quickly, without any sign, as if it accidentally triggered a certain ghost's murder law, and attacked Yang Jian in an incomprehensible way.

　　 But at this moment, Yang Jian has no time to think about it. If only his neck is split in half, he can still retain consciousness and react.

　　In an instant.

　　 The skin on his body kept cracking, his strange eyes opened, and the whole street around him was immediately enveloped in a layer of red light.

　　 And the intensity of the red light intensified in an instant.

　　Fourth-tier ghost domain, Yang Jian opened the fourth-tier ghost domain at this moment, and pulled the entire connection into his ghost domain.

　　 Now he has no time to choose people and things, and he can't control the influence of the reality.

　　 The moment the ghost domain opened, the black shadow behind him where he was lying on his stomach moved.

　　 The black shadow stretched out a palm to cover Yang Jian's cracked neck, as if he was about to fill the wound.

　　Ghost has the ability to piece together corpses, even the bodies of ghosts can piece together, let alone human bodies.

　　 The cold breath seemed to invade the brain, making Yang Jian's spirits refreshed. The dizziness and lack of oxygen just got better immediately. If it was just a wound of this degree, he would not die.

　　The survival ability of the ghost master is fully embodied in him.

　　 However, the creepy sense of crisis has not disappeared.

　　 But Yang Jian's emergency response measures have not been responded to, he took advantage of these few seconds of awake time to immediately draw out a red ghost candle.

　　 can no longer control what the situation is. As long as the ghost candle is lit, at least he will be safe before the ghost candle burns out. Even the s-level ghost can survive for a while.

　　 But he just took out the ghost candle, and he didn't even have time to light it.

　　 Click!

　　 The weird crack appeared again~www.readwn.com~ Yang Jian’s entire neck was completely broken,

　　The splicing of the headless ghost also didn't work, his neck left his body, and his head rolled forward a little distance.

　　 "How is this possible?" Yang Jian looked at his headless body as blood was pouring out, his eyes shrank slightly and he had an unbelievable look.

　　Four-tier ghost domain, plus ghosts, can't stop this kind of weird attack?

　　 this moment.

　　In the office of Pingan Building.

Fang Shiming looked at the photo in his hand that he had cut with scissors. The crack in the photo happened to correspond to Yang Jian’s neck, but the faded photo had turned into a red, as if it had been impregnated with paint. This color makes the Yang Jian in the photo very unreal, and it is gradually blurring, as if it is about to disappear from the photo.

　　 "Isn't he dead? If that's the case, let's do it again."

　　 He moved the scissors again.

　　According to Fang Shiming's experience, cutting the neck is the most effective way to kill, because no one can survive without losing his head. Ninety-nine percent of ghost wielders can't do it.

　　 In addition, the neck occupies the least amount of space on the photo, so cutting the neck consumes the least, and it is not easy to deepen the curse of ghost scissors.

　　 "This time, cut your head."

　　 Fang Shiming groaned, since he has decided to use the second cut, he must be thorough and cut off all possibilities in Yang Jian.