Mysterious recovery

But even if the hands have become like this, it still does not affect the use and can still move.

Fang Shiming reached out and grabbed the ghost scissors.

immediately.

The surrounding darkness 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 weirdest thing is that in the deepening darkness, several black shadows swayed and gradually took shape, turning into the outlines of corpses... The outlines of the corpses were incomplete, some lacked arms, some lacked heads , some missing legs.

But despite this, these weird and incomplete shadows are constantly approaching Fang Shiming.

Fang Shiming held the ghost scissors in one hand, and picked up Yang Jian's photo with the other.

But at this moment when he picked up the photo, the back of the photo was covered with sticky blood. His eyes moved slightly, and he saw a pale human head placed on the desk at such a close distance. , blood flowed out from under the neck, gradually covering the entire table.

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

Cold, soft, like stepping on a dead body.

"The curse of the ghost scissors has deepened."

Faced with all the weird things in the office, Fang Shiming looked calm, and he was not even moved at all. He still did his own things in an orderly manner.

A curse of this level would not kill him.

The scissors landed on the photo with Yang Jian's name written on it. The original brightly colored photo suddenly became stale. A layer of black shadow shrouded it, and the bright color seemed to be fading rapidly.

The photos were cut little by little, and a strange curse began to spread.

At this moment.

Walking on the streets of the city, Yang Jian was talking to Cao Yanhua on the road.

"Yang Jian, I have already put pressure on the people in my circle of friends. They rejected your request and did not agree to take out that item, but you can mention other conditions as you like, gold, industry, company... If it is As for the 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 people in the circle of friends are very rich. A group of top consortiums and capitalists spare no effort to inject capital behind. Funding is not important to them at all." Yang Jian said: "I said an answer was needed before six o'clock, but the answer was obviously not very satisfactory."

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

"We don't have the energy to deal with ghost paintings and your affairs at the same time."

"It's not my fault, it's their fault. I shouldn't bear the responsibility." Yang Jian said: "And your method doesn't work for people in the circle of friends, and if it works, it won't be given to you until now. Answer, this is delaying, I have a hunch that people in the circle of friends will not stop with me, they are planning to take revenge on me."

"You are delusional. They will never dare to do anything. I can assure you." Cao Yanhua said righteously.

The circle of friends is very powerful, but the more powerful it is, the more scruples it will be. On the contrary, people like Yang Jian who fight alone are the most dangerous, and they don't care about the consequences when they do things.

"Really? It's a pity that I dare not bet my life with you." Yang Jian said.

Cao Yanhua hesitated for a moment, then 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..." Before Yang Jian finished speaking, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

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

It was as if... there was a ghost by his side.

Yang Jian looked around vigilantly, observing any passers-by around him, his whole body was tense to the extreme, and even his ghost eyes had been secretly opened.

However, nothing was found.

"An illusion? Or am I too sensitive?" He frowned deeply.

However, out of caution, he still felt that he should leave this area first. It would be bad luck if he was confusedly involved in the ghost painting incident.

But when he was just about to take a step.

Suddenly, a crack appeared on his neck strangely.

The rift was huge and deep, tearing apart his entire spine. In an instant, blood gushed out and splashed on several passers-by around him. His head lost its support and fell down powerlessly. .

"Cuck, chuckle..."

Blood poured down and blocked Yang Jian's throat. He staggered and fell to the ground, his brain felt dizzy for a moment.

All of this happened too quickly, without any warning, as if a ghost's killing pattern had been unintentionally triggered, and it attacked Yang Jian in an incomprehensible way.

But at this moment, Yang Jian didn't have time to think about it. He could still retain his consciousness and react if his neck was split in half.

moment.

The skin on the body continued to crack, the weird eyes opened, and the entire surrounding street was immediately shrouded in a layer of red light.

Moreover, the intensity of the red light intensified in an instant.

The fourth-level ghost domain, Yang Jian opened the fourth-level ghost domain at this moment, and pulled the entire connection into his own ghost domain.

It's too late for him to choose people and things now, and he can't control whether the movie affects reality.

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

The black shadow stretched out a palm to cover Yang Jian's split neck, as if to fill up the wound.

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

The icy breath seemed to invade his brain, which lifted Yang Jian's spirits. The dizziness and lack of oxygen he felt just now improved immediately. If it was only this degree of wound, he would not be able to die.

The survival ability of the ghost master has been fully reflected in him.

However, that creepy sense of crisis has not dissipated.

But Yang Jian's emergency contingency measures hadn't come down yet, and he took advantage of the few seconds of waking up to immediately pull out a red ghost candle.

I can't control the situation anymore, as long as the ghost candle is lit, at least he will be safe until the ghost candle is burned out, even if it is an S-level ghost, he can survive for a while.

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

Click!

That weird gap appeared again, and Yang Jian's entire neck was completely broken.

The splicing of the headless ghost didn't work either. His neck was separated from his body, and his head rolled forward a little distance.

"How is this possible..." Yang Jian watched his headless body gushing out blood, his pupils narrowed slightly, and an expression of disbelief appeared.

The four layers of ghost realm, plus ghost shadows, can't stop this kind of weird attack?

now.

Inside the office of Ping An Building.

Fang Shiming looked at the photo in his hand that had been cut with scissors. The slit in the photo corresponded to Yang Jian's neck, but the faded photo had turned red, as if it had been soaked in paint. This color made Yang Jian in the photo unreal, and it was gradually blurring, as if it was about to disappear from the photo.

"Isn't he dead yet? If so, let's do it again."

He moved the scissors again.

According to Fang Shiming's experience, cutting off the neck is the most effective way to kill people, because no one can survive without their head, and 90.00% of ghost masters can't do it.

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

"This time, cut off the head."

Fang Shiming pondered for a moment, since he had already decided to use the second cut, he had to be thorough and cut off all possibilities for Yang Jian.

Chapter 575 The Curse of Release

"Hey, hey, Yang Jian, what are you talking about? What did you want to say just now? Hey..."

In the headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was on the phone, found that there was no voice coming from Yang Jian's side. He stopped talking halfway through 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 Yang Jian's voice never came from the phone.

He frowned, subconsciously thinking that Yang Jian should have put the phone away on purpose, 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 stabilize him and let him not go out to make troubles tonight. I will continue to negotiate with people in the circle of friends and let him trust me once. I will definitely be able to do it before tomorrow morning." 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 his understanding.

"Really, all of them are worrying." Cao Yanhua had a terrible headache, he still had a lot of things to do, and it was impossible to put all his energy on dealing with Yang Jian alone.

It's just that it's impossible not to pay attention to this matter. Although Yang Jian is only one person, the incident is very big.

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

But what they didn't know was that it wasn't that Yang Jian suddenly stopped talking while he was on the phone, but that he was attacked by some unknown supernatural being, and he couldn't control the unfinished call anymore.

On a street near the Ping An Hotel.

A very strange scene appeared here. The whole street, together with the nearby buildings, as well as the vehicles and pedestrians on the road, were all shrouded in a layer of rich red light. This layer of red light seemed to become the street. The whole, changing the color of everything, even the sky is covered.

"What's going on, what happened." Someone looked around in surprise, obviously shocked by this sudden change.

"Is it because my eyes are dazzled? Everything here has turned red, did some special astronomical spectacle happen?" Someone also 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 hard they drove, they could not leave this street. Variety.

This is a strange imagination that cannot be understood.

People on the entire street began to panic slightly.

But all of this is irrelevant to Yang Jian now, he is in a terrible state, lying on the sidewalk by the side of the road, with a hideous gash in his neck, blood gurgling out, short In a short moment, the surrounding ground has been dyed red.

However, his head rolled slightly to the side, and was not connected to his neck.

After such a scene, the already frightened pedestrians around fled away, and no one dared to approach.

Although Yang Jian's head rolled down next to his body, he is still conscious and his thinking is still clear. His eyes are slightly opened, showing a somewhat unbelievable look of astonishment.

It's 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 in the case of a large amount of blood loss and lack of oxygen, people will lose consciousness very quickly.

Yang Jian is no exception.

There is nothing wrong with him being a ghost master, but not all ghost masters can survive without their heads.

Feng Quan can.

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 flesh and blood of a living person.

Wang Xiaoming's younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, is fine too, that's because his body is a ghost, and he is just a broken body parasitic on the ghost's body, which has already left the shape of a living person.

But Yang Jian couldn't, because most of his body still belonged to the category of living people, and he hadn't been corroded too much by ghosts.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

The body of a living person represents health, represents the spiritual stability of the ghost master, and also represents fragility and extreme susceptibility to death.

However, Yang Jian overcame the defects caused by the living body, because he controlled the headless ghost, which can attach the headless ghost to the body when it is dangerous, so that the body can maintain the health of the living while also possessing Some of the characteristics of ghosts.

Only, Headless Ghost is flawed.

Because it lacked a head, Yang Jian's head was not covered by the headless ghost, which led to a fatal weakness in his body.

As long as Yang Jian's head falls to the ground, he will truly die, just like an ordinary person.

Now Yang Jian has no time to think about why the sudden thing that attacked him just now is aimed at his neck, nor does he have time to think about why this kind of weird attack can ignore the block of the fourth-level ghost domain, and even the invisible Head ghosts cannot be spliced ​​back.

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

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

He doesn't know how long his mind can last without his body. He only knows that once he closes his eyes, all his efforts and experiences from No. [-] Middle School until now will be in vain.

Yang Jian didn't want to die, he had the same strong desire to survive as any ordinary person.

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

Light the ghost candle?Isolate all the ghosts around, and then use this time to figure out a way to piece the head back together with a headless ghost?

Or quickly use the surrogate doll to block all deadly attacks at this critical moment?

Or do nothing, put everything on the weird music box that I put on myself but never use?

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