Mysterious Recovery

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　　 "Hey, hello, Yang Jian, did you speak? What did you want to say just now? Hey..."

　　 At the headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was on the phone, noticed that there was no voice coming from Yang Jian. He didn't say anything in the middle of the conversation, and the phone was not disconnected, and the signal was not affected in any way.

　　 "Yang Jian, are you still there? Hello."

　　 Cao Yanhua yelled several times, but there was no voice from Yang Jian on the other side of the phone.

　　 He frowned, subconsciously thinking that Yang Jian should have deliberately let go of the phone, and didn't want to continue talking with him. After all, he was not satisfied with the explanation just now.

"Liu Xiaoyu, you continue to connect with Yang Jian. No matter what, you must keep him steady and tell him not to go out to do things tonight. I will continue to negotiate with people in the circle of friends and let him trust me once. Give him a satisfactory answer." Cao Yanhua put down the phone, and he instructed Liu Xiaoyu in the wiring room.

　　 "Okay, I will try my best to persuade Yang Jian." Liu Xiaoyu nodded to express understanding.

　　 "Really, one by one is uncomfortable." Cao Yanhua has a headache. He still has a lot of work to do, and it is impossible to devote all of his energy to dealing with Yang Jian alone.

　　 It’s just that this matter is not taken seriously and it is impossible. Although Yang Jian is only a person, the troubles are very big.

　　 After Cao Yanhua left, Liu Xiaoyu had to continue working overtime to contact Yang Jian, trying to stabilize Yang Jian.

　　 But what they didn't know was that Yang Jian didn't suddenly stop speaking during the call, but that he was attacked by some unknown spirit and terrible, and he could no longer control the unfinished call.

　　 On a street near the Ping An Hotel.

A very strange scene appeared here. The entire street, the nearby buildings, the vehicles and pedestrians on the road, are all shrouded in a thick layer of red light, which seems to have become this street. All of it changed all the colors, and even the sky was obscured.

　　 "What's going on? What happened." Someone looked around in surprise, obviously surprised by the sudden change.

　　 "Is it dazzled? All of this is red here, is there any special astronomical wonder?" Some people looked up at the sky, wanting to confirm their guess.

　　 "This way, something is wrong."

However, the drivers who were driving on the road were inexplicably panicked because they found that no matter how they drove forward, they could not leave this street. The road was still the same, and the speed was the same as before, but the surrounding scenery was not at all. Variety.

　　 This is an incomprehensible weird imagination.

　　 The people on the whole street started to panic slightly.

But all this is irrelevant to the current Yang Jian. His current state is very terrible. He is lying on the sidewalk by the side of the road, with a hideous opening in his neck, and blood is coming out, short. Within a short period of time, the surrounding ground has been stained red.

　　 But his head rolled slightly to the side, not connected to his neck.

　　 In such a scene, the pedestrians around who had been scared fled away, and none of them dared to approach.

　　 Even though Yang Jian's head rolled down next to his corpse, he still has consciousness, and his thinking is still clear, his eyes opened slightly, revealing a look of incredible consternation.

　　 is just how long can the human head retain consciousness after leaving the body?

　　 Three seconds? Five seconds? Or ten seconds?

　　 But no matter what, the remaining time of this consciousness is quite short, because under the condition of a large amount of blood loss and lack of oxygen, people will lose consciousness very quickly.

　　 Yang Jian is no exception.

　　 It's not wrong that he is a ghost rider, but not all ghost riders can survive without their heads.

　　 Feng Quan is fine.

　　 Because Feng Quan's entire body has been eroded by the strange grave soil, the body is full of mud, and there is no trace of the flesh and blood of a living person.

　　 Wang Xiaoqiang, Wang Xiaoming's younger brother, is also fine. That's because his body is a ghost. He is just a broken body parasitic on the ghost, and has long since been separated from the living person's Fan Cou.

　　 But Yang Jian can't do it, because most of his body still belongs to the category of living people, and it has not been corroded by the ghosts too much.

　　 This is both an advantage and a defect.

　　The body of a living person represents health, represents the spiritual stability of the ghost rider, and also represents fragility and easy death.

However, Yang Jian overcomes the shortcomings caused by the living body, because he controls the headless ghost, and can make the headless ghost attached to the body when it is in danger, so that the body has the body while preserving the health of the living person. Part of the characteristics of ghosts.

　　 It’s just that the headless ghost is flawed.

　　 Because it lacks a head, Yang Jian's head is not covered by a headless ghost, which leads to a fatal weakness in his body.

　　 As long as Yang Jian's head falls, he will truly die, just like ordinary people.

Now Yang Jian has no time to think about why the sudden attack on him just now is directed at his neck, nor does he have time to think about why such a strange attack can ignore the barriers of the four-layer ghost domain, or even nothing. The ghosts of the head cannot be spliced ​​back.

　　 "You must find a way to live..." There is only one thought in his head now, and that is to live.

　　 Everything else is not for him to think about, because there is no time.

　　 He doesn't know how long his consciousness can exist for this brain that has left the body. He only knows that once he closes his eyes, he starts from the Seventh Middle School, and all the efforts and everything he has experienced up to now have been wasted.

　　 Yang Jian does not want to die, he has a strong desire to survive like any ordinary person.

　　 If he had the idea of ​​committing suicide, he would have died when he was in Dachang City.

　　Light a ghost candle? Isolate all the supernatural surroundings, and then take advantage of this time to figure out a way to piece the head back with a headless ghost?

　　 Or quickly use the substitute doll to block all deadly attacks at this critical time?

　　 Or do nothing, put everything on the weird music box that I have never used before?

　　 Three choices, this is the best way Yang Jian can think of when he is most conscious.

These three methods may not be useful in every one of them. Maybe the ghost candle can't stop the terrible attack, maybe the death of the doll can only delay the time of death, or the music box from the headquarters is not as expected. So powerful.

　　 Which one to choose?

　　 This thought echoed in Yang Jian's mind.

　　 He must make a choice in the shortest time.

Because at this time he already felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, everything in front of him gradually became dim, and his thinking seemed to be silent in the darkness... he was about to die, and at most he could remain. For a few seconds of consciousness, he can only do one thing at this last moment.

　　 And this moment.

　　In the office of Pingan Building.

　　 The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand once again fell on a very ordinary photo. This photo is exactly the same as the photo that was cut before. It is a copy. The content of the photo has not changed in the slightest. It is also a full-length photo of Yang Jian.

　　 As for the broken photos, he did not continue to use them because they were incomplete and could not trigger the killing law of Ghost Scissors.

　　 So a photo can only be used once.

　　 But for him, it is not difficult to copy dozens or even hundreds of copies of the same photo.

　　 This time, the scissors in Fang Shiming's hand aimed at Yang Jian's head in the photo.

　　 It only takes one click to cut Yang Jian's head in half.

　　If this is not dead...Fang Shiming looked around slightly.

In the dark office, the peculiar smell became more intense, and several incomplete silhouettes of human figures stood beside him, and they were even about to be attached to him. There was no longer a complete piece of paper on the desk in front of him, which was soaked in blood. , Covered with all kinds of mutilated limbs.

　　 There are pale heads with eyes closed towards this side, there are also split legs standing there strangely, and broken fingers seem to be squirming slightly.

　　 There are real ghosts hidden in these incomplete things.

　　 Once he touches the real ghost, Fang Shiming will suffer the terrible curse from the ghost scissors.

　　Fang Shiming doesn't know what the consequences will be, but it will definitely not be a good thing.

　　 So using the ghost scissors twice in a short time is already his limit. If you cooperate with the ghost candle, you can resist the weird surroundings for a period of time. After that, you can increase the chance to use the ghost scissors twice before the ghost candle is extinguished.

　　 But Fang Shiming doesn't have ghost candles in his hands for the time being, so after the second time, he will stop using ghost scissors regardless of the result.

　　 But he believed that these two times were enough to kill Yang Jian completely, and there was no chance of surviving.

　　 Even if he is not dead, he will recover from the ghost.

　　 The result is destined.

Fang Shiming's dry palm moved slightly, and the photo immediately changed the same as before. The brightly colored photo faded and became old. This is the curse of ghost scissors, and the character Yang Jianshen in the subsequent photo The shape began to blur, and a layer of red paint contaminated the photo.

　　The curse reflects the situation of people in some photos. The blurring of the photos and the unclearness of the characters means that the person is using some kind of ghost power to contend.

　　 It's a pity that this kind of ghost's ability is still a lot worse.

　　 The people in the photo did not disappear, and the sudden appearance of red dye did not completely blur the photo.

　　 Fang Shiming's scissors smoothly cut a slit in the photo without any hindrance or influence. Although the slit continued to spread, it soon came to the position of Yang Jian's forehead in the photo.

　　 He cut it horizontally, so this crack can completely tear Yang Jian's head from about a little bit up from his eyebrows.

　　 And a ghost rider, if he can survive by turning around, then if his brain is cracked, he should definitely die.

　　 Fang Shiming's movements were slightly slower than before, and his dry palms trembled slightly, because he had already seen the pale dead head on the table and opened his eyes.

　　 There seemed to be a cold wind blowing from the position of the neck behind him, as if someone was breathing from behind.

　　 Step on!

　　 In the not-so-large office, in the depths of darkness, there was a clear sound of footsteps, and the sound of footsteps seemed to come towards this side as soon as they appeared.

　　 Yougui seemed to perceive Fang Shiming's existence and began to approach him.

　　 bear the curse of ghost scissors, and attract unpredictable ghosts.

　　 Even if this is the case, Fang Shiming will kill Yang Jian.

　　 But in this short span of less than ten seconds, on the street covered by the ghost domain, Yang Jian, who had become a corpse, made his own choice while taking advantage of the last bit of consciousness remaining in his head.

　　 The headless corpse twitched his arm at this time, and the red ghost candle in his hand was loosened and fell to the ground.

　　 This action shows that Yang Jian has given up on lighting the ghost candle.

　　 Then the arm twisted half a circle in an unreasonable way, reached out to a pocket of the shirt, and took out a golden box.

　　 The golden box was opened ~www.readwn.com~ Inside is a wooden music box with the red paint mottled and peeling off, as if decades have passed.

　　 He did not choose to bet his life on the replacement doll, but stuck on this music box with a terrible curse.

However, now, Yang Jian’s eyes are gradually closing, and the ghost under his head is still connected to the corpse. This allows him to control the ghost to move his body briefly and make some small movements that he can currently do. .

　　 "Hit it, open it." His consciousness was about to disappear.

　　 was unwilling to close his eyes and stared at the movement of his body, he wanted to open the music box at the last moment to release this immortal curse.

　　 At the same time, a crack appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.

　　 The creepy attack that made people feel before is here again...

　　 can't escape, can't stop, even the four-layer ghost domain can't be avoided.

　　 kha

　　 The palm of Yang Jian's corpse grabbed the music box and moved slightly, finally opening a corner of the music box.

　　 But at the same time, the crack on Yang Jian's forehead intensified again.

　　 The situation is exactly the same as before.

　　 His head was completely cut in half under this strange attack.

　　 Only vaguely, Yang Jian heard an ethereal, sweet bell ringing in his ear.

　　 The Music Box Curse was released.