Mysterious Recovery

   "Fang Shiming, are you dead?"

  Yang Jian stood in this private office. He had already put away the weird hatchet in his hand. He did not dare to hold it in his hand for fear of being cursed by unknown.

Just now.

  He did trigger the media and saw Fang Shiming's knife. According to his previous judgment, Fang Shiming should have been attacked by himself.

  It’s just that Yang Jian is not sure that Fang Shiming is really dead.

  After all, he didn't know where Fang Shiming was now, he couldn't see Fang Shiming's situation, and couldn't tell whether this person was alive or dead.

"Wait here first. If Fang Shiming is dead, then he will definitely not reappear. If he is not dead, he will be attacked by the strange hatchet just now. He will definitely take countermeasures in a short time. Curse me again through my photos."

  Yang Jian judged like this in his heart, because according to his character, if he was not dead, he would definitely have to retaliate wildly.

  So he was waiting for Fang Shiming to fight back.

  It has been confirmed before that under the curse of the music box, he will not be killed by the ghost scissors, and he has no fear in his heart.

  The ghost domain was not completely recovered. He only kept the state of the three-story ghost domain covering the Ping An Building and some surrounding streets, and the scope was reduced a lot.

   "If Fang Shiming did not show up before dawn, then I can conclude that he has been killed by me." Yang Jian estimated in his heart.

  So he was going to sit here and wait for dawn.

  Although Yang Jian’s approach was very safe, what he didn't know was that Fang Shiming had died after being chopped with a weird hatchet, and he had died in an unremarkable basement of a town outside the city.

  It’s just that as time passed, nothing happened to Yang Jian, and his thoughts gradually changed.

  From doubting that Fang Shiming is still alive, to gradually believing the fact that he may have died.

  Yang Jian looked at the time.

  It's four o'clock in the morning.

   "Fang Shiming hasn't appeared yet, nor has he attacked me. Is that a high probability of death?"

  Yang Jian seemed to have been sitting for a long time, he stood up, and looked out the window through the window to look down at the night and the brightly lit metropolis.

   "Then if Fang Shiming is dead, where will he die? He still has the ghost scissors in his hand. If I don't take this thing away, I will have trouble sleeping."

  Yang Jian frowned slightly at this moment.

  The medium was triggered from a long distance just now, and it was a good thing to directly kill Fang Shiming, but it also left this hidden danger.

  As long as the ghost scissors exist for one day, the previous curse attack may reappear. The only difference is that the next ghost scissors owner is no longer Fang Shiming, but another unknown ghost master.

  Now he is not afraid of the curse of ghost scissors because of the music box.

  Once the curse of the music box disappears, that kind of attack will still be unstoppable.

  Like the weird hatchet in Yang Jian's hand, it has a terrifying effect that almost kills with one blow.

Yang Jian pondered for a while, but then shook his head slightly: "I can't control that much. There are so many weird curses in this world. There are countless terrible ghosts. If you guard against ghost scissors today, you may encounter even more horror next time. It’s impossible for me to wipe out all the spiritual sources."

   "Besides, I still have this hatchet in my hand, and I have the ability to fight back. If I fight hard, I will not fear anyone."

  Thinking of this, he gradually let go of his heart, and he didn't have too much trouble with Ghost Scissors.

  Only this premise is that Fang Shiming must die completely. If he doesn’t die, he jumps up again someday, then Yang Jian will be bad.

   "It's not light yet, continue to wait." Yang Jian continued to stand in front of the window and look outside.

Now, the headless ghost that was chopped off by the weird hatchet in the Caesars Hotel has been spliced ​​again, and his legs have regained the ability to move. Although the body is still dead, he can use ghosts again. The ability to repair well.

  But these are minor problems.

  The real big problem is the curse of the music box.

  If Fang Shiming is determined to be dead after dawn, then Yang Jian will have to start thinking about solving the Curse of the Music Box.

Although he has a few rough plans for the curse of the Music Box, he has no confidence in whether it will be effective. After all, this curse has no precedent for successfully surviving before, so it is impossible to learn from previous experience. Able to explore on their own.

  But it was about five o'clock in the morning.

  Yang Jian suddenly found that his ghost domain was invaded.

   "Is it Fang Shiming?" He instantly became vigilant, even ready to take out the hatchet again.

  If Fang Shiming is still alive, he will swing another knife to consume the last suppression quota and do his best to kill this guy.

  However, Yang Jian soon discovered something was wrong.

  It was a darkness that invaded his ghost domain. The darkness was so dense that he couldn't see his fingers. The darkness came up from the downstairs of the Ping An Building like thick ink. It seemed that he had found himself and came straight here.

   "It's not Fang Shiming, Fang Shiming's ghost domain is not like this."

  Yang Jian's expression changed, he left this office and came to the top floor of Ping An Building.

  It’s a bit more open here, and it’s also suitable for hands-on.

  Darkness eroded his three-tier ghost domain, making it impossible for him to see the opponent's situation clearly.

soon.

  On the top floor platform, as the surrounding light dimmed, a person walked out stiffly in the depths of the dense darkness.

  "Are you Yang Jian?" A cold, indifferent voice sounded.

Yang Jian frowned. He stared at the person. The face of the person in front of him was very familiar. When he saw the face thoroughly from the darkness, he couldn't help but shrink his eyes: "Ghost? No, it's wrong. You are not a ghost, you are Wei Jing."

  The person in front of him is exactly the same as the ghost. If he hadn't spoken, he would immediately think that the ghost incident had happened again.

   "You are right, I am Wei Jing, not a ghost."

  The person who invaded the ghost domain of Yang Jian was Wei Jing who was already dead. He said, "Are you waiting for Fang Shiming?"

   "How do you know?" Yang Jian looked at him with alert.

   Wei Jing said: "Professor Wang asked me to take this trip, so I guessed that the battle between you and Fang Shiming would continue, but I didn't expect it would end so quickly. You don't have to wait for him. Fang Shiming is dead."

   "Dead? How can I be sure." Yang Jian said.

   "The headquarter has received news. Although there is no evidence, the source of the news is relatively reliable." After Wei Jing finished speaking, he threw out a photo.

  The photo disappeared in the air, and appeared in Yang Jian's hands the next moment.

  Yang Jian took a look.

In the photo is a dark basement. There is a corpse in the basement. The corpse split in half from the middle. The blood splattered and stained the surrounding area. Although the corpse looked terrible, it was vaguely recognizable. It's Fang Shiming's appearance.

  "Where did he die?" Yang Jian asked immediately.

  The news from the headquarters is so well-informed. This has found Fang Shiming’s position and received news of his death. If this is the case, he can try to recover the ghost scissors.

   Wei Jing said: "I don't know."

  "Is it unclear or don't want to say?" Yang Jian said.

   "If you don't know, you don't know."

   Wei Jing said: "I am here to inform you that Professor Wang wants to see you at ten o'clock this morning."

  Yang Jiandao; “I’m not interested. I don’t need to meet him anymore. I am also going to resign from the headquarters. I will leave here after today. If there is no accident, I will not come again.”

   "This is your business, it has nothing to do with me, I just come to bring a word." Wei Jing's face is still cold and numb, his eyes are hollow, like a dead man.

  This state is very special, and Yang Jian felt the aura of ghosts in him.

   What makes him more curious is that Wei Jing should be dead, why is he still alive now? Is there any unknown change that happened during this period?

  Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't think too much, instead he was thinking about the meaning of Wei Jing's words just now.

To be honest, he is tired of this meaningless fight, and he doesn’t want to contact some people who make him feel sick. His purpose here is to live and find a way to balance himself. Unfortunately, he succeeded, but he did not lost.

  In his heart, the gain is not worth the loss.

  Wei Jing didn't say much at this moment. He turned around and prepared to leave, but before leaving, he said: "Professor Wang has some thoughts about the curse of the Music Box. You can go and listen."

   Yang Jian couldn't help but change his expression after hearing this.

indeed.

The person who first studied the curse of the music box was Wang Xiaoming. He has done many experiments and studied many topics, such as human skin lanterns, ghost candles, ghost coffins, and extending the ghost recovery plan...Many experiments are very good. There are results, and of course there are many failed products, but in any case, this Wang Xiaoming knows more information than anyone ~www.readwn.com~Would you like to take a trip? "

  Yang Jian began to calculate in his heart.

  In fact, Wei Jing didn't say anything, he roughly guessed what the purpose of letting himself go this time.

   is nothing more than to completely quell this fight with the circle of friends and appease oneself, and as compensation, the headquarters will also make some concessions accordingly.

   "It's about the music box curse, so you have to take a trip."

  Yang Jian calculated for a long time, and understood in his heart that he was not in a temper tantrum, and some things had to be endured temporarily, but this time he would resign no matter what the headquarters said, and it was impossible to talk as well as before.

  And beyond that.

  Yang Jian turned to look at his faded black arm.

  You also need to ask Wang Xiaoming about this matter.

  What are the flaws in the coffin nail he imitated at the beginning?

   "Ten days earlier..."

  Yang Jian checked the time. He did not stay in the Pingan Building any more, because Fang Shiming’s death information had been confirmed, so staying here has no meaning.

  He is going to deal with some things, and he also needs to recover his body.