Mysterious recovery

Or a student who just graduated from high school?

"You just graduated from high school?" Chen Shumei asked in a surprised tone.

"Yes, if it wasn't for those things, he should be a freshman at this time." Yang Jian said.

Chen Shumei smiled embarrassingly: "Then you are really amazing, to be the captain at such a young age."

"Aunt Chen, this is not a compliment. People like us are short-lived. Maybe we are still alive this month, and the grass will grow on the grave next month."

Yang Jian swallowed a mouthful of food and glanced at Xiong Wenwen; "He is the same, although the headquarters has done a good job of protecting him, but the reality is the reality, and it will not change."

"Since Aunt Chen understands this matter, she should understand it in her heart."

Chen Shumei's embarrassing smile disappeared, and there was only sadness and sadness in her eyes. Although Yang Jian's words were a bit harsh, they were all the truth.

Xiong Wenwen's strange ability has a price, and Captain Zhao named Zhao Jianguo said this before.

"That's why I hope that Xiong Wenwen can find a captain with outstanding ability to protect him and let him live well in the future. I wonder if Captain Yang can give me this guarantee?" Chen Shumei said.

Yang Jiandao: "I can understand the feelings of a mother, but the reality is that no captain dares to say that he will be able to protect him well. As for the problem of survival, it is even more difficult. Even I cannot guarantee that I can survive. Go on, and Xiong Wenwen will do the same."

"And... even if there is a way to survive, it is very dangerous, so I can't give you this guarantee."

Chen Shumei's face turned cold when she heard this, she put down her bowl and chopsticks and said, "Since you can't guarantee Wenwen's safety, then I don't worry about handing Wenwen over to you?"

Yang Jian replied: "You didn't hand him over to me. He just made a choice. He chose to form a team with me. Of course, he can also refuse. I'm just here to explain the situation, but I believe Xiong Wenwen will live the longest if he follows me, and he will die faster if he follows other captains."

"It's a pity that we can't compare. Otherwise, you will understand. Aunt Chen, don't blame me for being ugly, because what I said is the truth. If other captains come to the door, they will dare to promise anything. When the time comes, Chen Auntie, you will happily send Xiong Wenwen away, but the result still cannot be changed, and you will still die when you are about to die."

"Okay, Captain Yang, if you have nothing to do, you can leave after dinner. I won't let Xiong Wenwen follow you." The more Chen Shumei heard it, the more unhappy she became, and even a little angry.

After all, no one would be happy to say in front of a mother that her child will die, and die quickly.

"Since Aunt Chen is not very happy, then I won't bother you." Yang Jian just finished his meal, then stood up and was about to leave.

After walking a few steps, he paused and said, "By the way, Aunt Chen, Xiong Wenwen said that you are beautiful. There is nothing wrong with it, and the food you cook is also delicious. Although I haven't chatted with you for a while, I know you She must be a good woman, but she is not a qualified mother, sometimes you should listen to the children's opinions more, excessive pampering is a kind of entrapment."

After speaking, he went out.

"Yang Jian, wait a minute..." Xiong Wenwen shouted.

"What are you doing? Sit down and eat." Chen Shumei said coldly.

Xiong Wenwen shrank his neck in fright, and sat back on the chair obediently.

"You can't form a team with him, he won't take care of you, it must be dangerous to follow him." Chen Shumei said.

"But Yang Jian was right." Xiong Wenwen said somewhat dissatisfied.

Chen Shumei said: "What do children know? It's not a question of whether it's wrong or not. It's about your safety. You can't be careless. In short, you just listen to me. You don't care about anything, and don't say anything. I will Those who help you reject those people, so that when you talk nonsense and offend others."

Seeing that his mother was angry, Xiong Wenwen didn't dare to speak, and hurriedly buried his head in eating.

Seeing this, Chen Shumei's face softened a little, but she felt a little ashamed when she thought that she drove away that Yang Jian just now.

He is also a guest after what other people say, isn't he being a little too radical?

Yang Jian who left here couldn't help shaking his head slightly at this moment.

It seems that it is very difficult to form a team with Xiong Wenwen. You can't pass the fucking test. After all, Xiong Wenwen is just a child and can't be the master.

"It's a pity." Yang Jian thought to himself.

His pity was not because he lost a teammate, but because Xiong Wenwen, a child, was going to be used by a group of so-called "adults".

Apart from myself, which of those people in the headquarters is suitable to be Xiong Wenwen's captain?

Jiang Shangbai?Cao Yang?

Liu San?Or Li Jun?

Li Jun may be the best choice among them, but he is too devoted to his duties, which will increase his tasks and increase the degree of danger accordingly.

But Yang Jian is different, he has already resigned from his position as captain, so he only needs to be in charge of one Dachang city.

How many supernatural events can there be in Dachang City and its surrounding areas?

Even if there is, it may not be possible to use Xiong Wenwen every time.

In other words, teaming up with Yang Jian will minimize the frequency of contact with supernatural events.

In addition, if he is really in danger, his fifth-level ghost domain can protect Xiong Wenwen at a critical moment and send him out of the dangerous place.

But Yang Jian didn't say this, because it's useless to say it.

Chen Shumei doesn't understand these things, she doesn't know what is the best choice and what is a bad choice, she just makes a corresponding decision based on other people's words and her own judgment, so what Yang Jian thinks is the best, not her think the best.

There is already a prejudice in my heart, so there is no need to continue the chat.

As time passed by little by little.

What Yang Jian didn't know was that Fang Shiming, the president, had already made up his mind to get rid of him at the meeting of Moments on the top floor of Ping An Building.

No information was revealed this time, so he was completely kept in the dark.

"President Fang, Cao Yanhua's call, he put pressure on us again." In the afternoon, Jiang Shangbai had already received a call from the headquarters, and it was Cao Yanhua himself who made the call.

Fang Shiming waved his hand and said: "You can just perfunctory yourself, watch them by the way, don't let them leave, I'll make some preparations, if there's nothing special, don't bother me."

After looking at the time, he stood up, stretched his waist and walked out of the conference room.

He went to the archives on the floor below.

The circle of friends collects all the information of ghost masters that can be collected in China. In addition to computer storage, there is also a special archive room for storage. A place like this cannot be done without considerable financial resources and an intelligence system.

After passing the identity verification, Fang Shiming walked into the file room, but when he came out, he had an extra file in his hand.

Two lines of words were clearly written on the file bag: code name Ghost Eye, name: Yang Jian.

Coming to sit down in a nearby office, Fang Shiming opened Yang Jian's file. He was not interested in Yang Jian's personal information, because dead people don't need to be remembered.

He took out a photo of Yang Jian from the file.

This is a full-body photo of Yang Jian, and I don't know where he collected it.

The photos were placed on the table, Fang Shiming didn't look at them too much, he just started to pay attention to the time.

He has to wait for the time to come to six o'clock.

As for why.

That's because the headquarters needs him to give a reply before six o'clock.

When the time comes, Yang Jian's death will be the best answer.

That's it.

Chapter 574 A Sudden Wound

In the afternoon, Yang Jian spent most of his time wandering around the urban area. After all, the ghost painting operation had already begun. It would be unreasonable for him to sleep in the hotel at this time, so he decided to take a walk to cooperate with the operation. .

The results are obvious.

After walking through several snack streets and food streets, everything is normal except that my stomach is a little full.

Sure enough, Xiong Wenwen's parents kicked him out at noon, and he didn't have enough to eat.

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

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

As long as there are no accidents in the past two days, he can return to Dachang City smoothly. Although this business trip has encountered many dangers and experienced several supernatural events, at least there are still some gains, and the main purpose has also been completed. .

Before going back and forth, he just wanted to solve the problem of his own physical deterioration and the recovery of the ghost.

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

In addition, there are also the acquisition of supernatural objects and the increase in the number of ghost candles in hand.

I believe that if there are no accidents in the future, Yang Jian can survive for a long time.

And during this time, he has to do something he wants to do.

While thinking, he walked towards the hotel alone.

But at the moment.

An undetected fatal crisis has quietly arrived.

Inside an office in Ping An Building.

Fang Shiming looked at the clock on the desk without moving. He was sitting there like a statue, and he had been sitting there for several hours.

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

After all, he is no ordinary person.

The sun in winter recedes earlier than in other seasons.

The originally bright office was now dark. During this period, he didn't get up to turn on the lights, and no company employees came in to disturb him. The surrounding area seemed extraordinarily 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 55:[-].

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

This box is not big, just larger than the size of ordinary mobile phones, and the color is eye-catching gold, because the material of making this box is gold.

Only gold can isolate all ghosts, which is a common sense in the ghost circle.

The box is welded shut, leaving no gaps.

Fang Shiming took out a small knife and cut a hole around the box, and the long-sealed golden box was opened.

Once opened.

The dark office immediately became a bit gloomy and cold, and there was a faint rancid smell in the air, as if something had rotted.

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, and the black stains on it are lingering. I can’t tell whether it is rust or contamination. Some things should not be contaminated.

The most weird thing is that the handle of the scissors is covered with dense circles of black hair, and some of the hair roots are even connected to the scalp.

The stench of decay seems to emanate from here.

Ghost Scissors!

Fang Shiming called this thing like this, which is simple and appropriate, because he got this thing from a ghost in a certain supernatural event.

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

He frowned, as if there was some kind of taboo in using this strange pair of scissors, which prevented him from using it casually, so he could only lock it in a golden box and carry it with him.

but……

Looking 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 slammed head-on, he might win, but he would definitely be dragged by Yang Jian to the point where the ghosts recovered, and there was a high possibility that they would die together in the end.

But Yang Jian couldn't do without killing him.

Not only is he a threat, but he already knows the existence of the ghost scissors, and even asks Jiang Shangbai for them on this condition.

This touched Fang Shiming's bottom line, so his attitude was very firm, and there was no possibility of wavering. Even Cao Yanhua was putting pressure on him all afternoon, and he wanted to kill this Yang Jian today.

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

The time came to 59:[-].

One minute to six o'clock.

Fang Shiming didn't move the scissors, but picked up a pen and wrote two words on Yang Jian's full body photo: Yang Jian.

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

At least Fang Shiming figured it out this way.

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

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

"It's time, it's time to see you off. Yang Jian." Fang Shiming saw that the time had come to six o'clock.

Without any hesitation, he took off the gloves in his hands, revealing a pair of terrifying hands. These hands seemed to be from a mummy. The dark brown skin was clinging to the bones, and all the flesh and blood had disappeared. .