Mysterious recovery

Not all of these three methods are useful, maybe the ghost candle can't stop that kind of terrible attack, maybe the dead doll can only delay the time of death, or it's not as expected to bring the music box from the headquarters. so powerful.

Which one to choose?

This thought echoed in Yang Jian's mind.

He had to make a choice in the shortest possible time.

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

And this moment.

In the office of Ping An Building.

The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand landed on a very ordinary photo again. This photo was exactly the same as the photo that had been cut open before. It was a copy, and the content of the photo had not changed at all. It was also a full-body photo of Yang Jian.

As for the cut photos, he didn't continue to use them, because they were incomplete and couldn't trigger the ghost scissors' killing pattern.

So a photo can only be used once.

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

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

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

If it's not dead... Fang Shiming looked around slightly.

In the dark office, the smell became more and more intense. Several mutilated silhouettes of human figures stood beside him, almost sticking to his body. There was no longer a complete piece of paper on the desk in front of him. It was soaked in blood. , covered with various mutilated limbs.

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

There are real ghosts hidden in these incomplete things.

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

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

So using the ghost scissors twice in a short period of time is already his limit. If he cooperates with the ghost candle, he can resist the weirdness around him for a while, and then he can increase the chance of using the ghost scissors twice before the ghost candle is extinguished.

But Fang Shiming doesn't have a ghost candle for the time being, so after the second time, no matter what the result is, he will stop using the ghost scissors.

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

Even if it is not dead, the ghost must be revived.

The result is doomed.

Fang Shiming's withered palm moved slightly, and the photo immediately changed the same as before. The brightly colored photo suddenly faded and became old. This was the curse of the ghost scissors. Shapes begin to blur, and a layer of red paint stains the photo.

The curse reflects the situation of the person in some photos. The blurring of the photo and the lack of clarity of the person represent that the person is using some kind of ghost ability to fight.

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

The people in the photo didn't disappear, and the layer of red dye that suddenly appeared didn't completely blur the photo.

The scissors in Fang Shiming's hands smoothly cut a hole in the photo without any hindrance or influence. Although the gap continued to spread and move forward, the gap soon reached the position of Yang Jian's forehead in the photo.

He cut it horizontally, so this crack can completely tear Yang Jian's head apart from the point above the eyebrows.

As for a ghost master, if he could survive turning his head around, then if his brain was torn open, he would definitely die.

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

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

Tread!

In the not-so-big office, in the depths of darkness, there was a clear sound of footsteps. As soon as the sound of footsteps appeared, it seemed to be walking towards this side.

A ghost seemed to be aware of Fang Shiming's existence, and began to approach him.

Bear the curse of the ghost scissors and attract unpredictable ghosts.

Even so, Fang Shiming wanted to kill Yang Jian.

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

The arm of the headless corpse twitched at this moment, and the red ghost candle in his hand had been loosened and fell to the ground.

This action shows that Yang Jian gave up lighting the ghost candle.

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

The golden box was opened, and inside was a wooden music box with red paint mottled and peeled off, as if decades had passed.

He didn't choose to bet his life on the surrogate doll, but stuck on this music box with a terrible curse.

But now, Yang Jian's eyes are gradually closing, and the ghost under his head is still connected to the corpse, which allows him to control the ghost to move his body for a short time and make some small movements that he can do now .

"Hit, open it." He was about to lose consciousness.

Unwilling to close his eyes and stare at his body movements, he wants to open the music box at the last moment to release this curse that can make people immortal.

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

The previous creepy attack came again...

Can't escape, can't stop, even the superposition of four layers of ghost domains can't be avoided.

click.

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

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

Same situation as before.

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

Just vaguely, Yang Jian heard an ethereal, pleasant bell ringing next to his ears.

The Music Box Curse is unleashed.

Chapter 576 Emotional breakdown

"Hello, is Yang Jian here? I'm Liu Xiaoyu, you heard a word back."

"Yang Jian, did you lose your satellite positioning phone? You don't have the slightest sound from your side, at least say something."

"Are you angry with the deputy minister?"

In the personal office, Liu Xiaoyu lay on the table and kept calling into the microphone, hoping to connect with Yang Jian smoothly.

She is very sure that there is no problem with the communication this time, and the communication status has been maintained from before to now, but there is no sound coming from there.

"This is the first time this has happened. Is there something wrong with Yang Jian?" Liu Xiaoyu called for a long time but no one answered, and began to instinctively sense that something was wrong.

Her work experience told her that this was definitely not just a matter of not answering the phone.

But in the face of no answer on the phone, it is not an option to continue calling like this. Liu Xiaoyu looked at the location and found that Yang Jian's phone location has not been moved from before to now. It is strange, because the location of the incident is not remote, it is on the street near the Ping An Hotel.

"Yang Jian, if you don't reply, I'll send someone to find you." Liu Xiaoyu asked tentatively again.

Still no response.

Although the possibility is unlikely, Liu Xiaoyu still really doubts whether Yang Jian threw the satellite positioning phone in a corner, and then went to do other things by himself.

no way.

I can only speculate like this.

"Let's see what's going on first. If Yang Jian really loses his phone, he has to be taken back immediately." Liu Xiaoyu hesitated for a while, and finally decided to forcibly turn on the camera on the phone to see the surrounding situation.

With some operations.

Soon, Liu Xiaoyu forcibly turned on the camera on Yang Jian's satellite positioning phone to see what was happening around him.

But as soon as the phone camera was turned on, Liu Xiaoyu noticed something was wrong.

The image transmitted from the screen was bright red, unlike the dark tone at night.

But the thing captured in the video is quite normal. It is the side of a street. Judging from the perspective of the mobile phone, the current satellite positioning mobile phone should be placed on the ground, and it fell on the ground at random. There.

"Isn't it true that Yang Jian threw it to the side of the road?"

Liu Xiaoyu immediately touched her head: "What the hell is this Yang Jian thinking? He also lost his cell phone. Could it be that he is about to resign? God, you must not resign suddenly. If you resign, then what should I do? ? Just being your operator is hard enough, I don't want to be someone else's operator."

"However, even if you really want to resign, you should tell me in advance. Do you just distrust me?"

She thought with some resentment in her heart.

But complaining is nothing but complaints, she still has to follow the rules.

If the mobile phone is lost, Liu Xiaoyu must recover the mobile phone within the shortest time after determining the location of the mobile phone, because there is a large amount of information in this mobile phone, which cannot be leaked casually.

Liu Xiaoyu controlled the camera to turn the angle of view slightly, so as to determine the exact location around her.

But as soon as the angle of view turned, her face suddenly changed, and an inexplicable panic and uneasiness gradually emerged from the bottom of her heart.

Liu Xiaoyu saw a person gradually appearing in the perspective.

This person lay motionless on the icy ground, blood flowed all over the place, and the ground next to his body was stained red. Although he didn't see the whole picture of this person, judging from his figure and clothes, this person and Yang Jian... very similar.

"No, it won't."

Liu Xiaoyu's eyes were wide open, her whole body was trembling slightly, she was extremely nervous, she continued to move the camera's angle of view, trying to determine the real situation.

Move up again with the perspective.

The corpse lying on the ground gradually revealed its full view. She saw a red ghost candle scattered beside the corpse, and saw the familiar clothes. She was sure that it was the clothes Yang Jian wore during the meeting during the day.

The perspective moves again.

next moment.

A headless corpse appeared in front of Liu Xiaoyu's eyes, and beside the headless corpse, Yang Jian's head lay there impressively...

"what!"

Liu Xiaoyu jumped up from the seat, her face turned pale in an instant, and her body retreated subconsciously, as if she wanted to stay away from the cruel picture on the screen, but she retreated to the wall behind her, There was no way out, and the image of Yang Jian's head being separated from his body was deeply imprinted in his mind.

She covered her mouth and made a choked sound, tears gushed out of her eyes uncontrollably, and her whole body suffered a huge shock.

"Woooo!"

Liu Xiaoyu bent over, crying and screaming, completely out of control.

She herself didn't know why she did this.

All she knew was that Yang Jian was dead, and she was about to collapse in pain.

In fact, it is not difficult to explain. During the half a year that she became an operator of Yang Jian, all her life and work revolved around Yang Jian. During long calls, all she could hear was Yang Jian’s voice. A 24-hour communication status was also maintained.

She even knew exactly what Yang Jian was doing with a woman for the first time.

This kind of life for a long time made Liu Xiaoyu feel that she exists only for Yang Jian, and a very special relationship has already been formed between the two of them.

This is not love, but a spiritual pillar, an indispensable thing in life.

So last time Yang Jian Liu Xiaoyu was almost bullied by Gao Zhiqiang at the headquarters, he would kill that guy without hesitation at all. Twin ponytails, wearing that kind of loli dress.

But today, everything collapsed.

Liu Xiaoyu even saw Yang Jian's tragic situation with his own eyes. The corpse lying in a pool of blood left the neck of the head and split his head in two.

This shock is too great.

Crying and screaming.

Liu Xiaoyu vented her broken emotions in her exclusive communication room. This state lasted for a while, until she regained some sanity, then burst out of the communication room while crying, and headed all the way to the office of Vice Minister Cao Yanhua run away.

"Ping An Hotel, the entire street nearby has disappeared? Is it the ghost painting incident?" At this moment, Cao Yanhua was receiving a crucial call.

The voice on the other side of the phone is Li Jun: "I don't know, I'm here now, I can be sure that this is a ghost domain, and the whole street should be pulled into the ghost domain, but it doesn't look like a ghost painting incident , because the ghost domain of ghost paintings can't make all the streets disappear, the situation here has completely affected reality..."

"Okay, I got it. Temporarily blockade the surrounding area, confirm the degree of danger, and report any situation at any time. If there is danger, I will send someone to help you immediately." Cao Yanhua's face darkened.

Could it be another supernatural event?

A whole street just disappeared out of thin air?This is no small matter.

"boom!"

However, at this moment, the door to his office was knocked open, and the loud sound startled him slightly.

Putting down the phone in his hand, he saw Liu Xiaoyu standing at the door.