It seemed like a long time passed between Yang Jian leaving Ping'an Building and returning again. In fact, it was only a few hours. This was because he encountered some special emergencies in that strange place in the Caesar Hotel. If it weren't for these special circumstances,
He wouldn't have wasted such a long time at all.
The curse of the music box echoed in my mind like a reminder.
Yang Jian cherishes every minute now, because only in this way can he have more time to solve the curse after solving Fang Shiming.
And before that.
Within the headquarters.
Because of Yang Jian's departure, the ghost realm covering the city also dissipated, and after it was confirmed that no evil ghost had revived in Yang Jian, the crisis was relieved a lot, which made many people breathe a sigh of relief.
But correspondingly, some serious problems still exist.
"This is probably what happened. Everyone else in the circle of friends was gone. Yang Jian and Fang Shiming had a fight on the top floor of Ping An Building. You know the result. The two were tied. Yang Jian was unable to kill Fang Shiming. Fang Shiming
The condition was so bad that Li Gui was about to recover. He didn't want to be dragged to death by Yang Jian, so he chose to escape."
In the conference room, Cao Yang briefly explained the previous situation.
The person in charge this time is Wang Xiaoming, and several other team leaders are responsible for coordination.
"But Yang Jian doesn't seem to have any intention of letting Fang Shiming go. Although he left the city, I feel that Yang Jian is making some preparations. The next attack is expected to come soon. After all, Yang Jian's
Everyone has a general understanding of his character, and no one can stop him if he is determined to kill."
At this point, Cao Yang stopped talking and looked at Wang Xiaoming.
This was how Wang Xiaoming's younger brother was killed by Yang Jian. No one could dissuade him. There was no exchange of interests or compromise at all with Yang Jian.
This is a very pure stupidity, in line with the character of a young man.
Wang Xiaoming's expression remained normal, as if he no longer cared about that matter. He said: "Your guess is very accurate. If there is nothing wrong, Yang Jian will return to the city to search for Fang Shiming before dawn."
At this point, he paused: "Can you find Fang Shiming's location?"
He is neither a ghost controller nor an intelligence agent, so he cannot find anyone.
"You want the fight between Fang Shiming and Yang to continue?" Cao Yang was stunned for a moment.
Wang Xiaoming said: "Wrong, it's the end. Only by ending this fight in advance can we minimize the losses. If possible, I hope that it is Fang Shiming who dies. Yang Jian will still be useful."
Cao Yang understood what he meant. The longer the fight between the two drags on, the greater the impact. Moreover, the two sides are now fighting to the death. Only by letting one side die completely can the whole thing be considered over...
After all, the hidden danger of the ghost painting incident is still lurking in the city, and who knows what will break out later.
"I'll try my best, but I may not be able to find him. If this guy is determined to hide, no one will be able to find him." He shrugged and said he would do his best.
Fang Shiming has actually left the city.
He went to a rural town not far from the city, where he had arranged a temporary settlement. As the president of the circle of friends, it was impossible to put all the belongings in one place. No one knew the principle of the cunning rabbit's three burrows.
In the basement of an inconspicuous bungalow.
Fang Shiming, who was emaciated and covered with bones, appeared here. He was in very bad condition. Fortunately, he left in time. Otherwise, he would have died from the resurgence of the evil ghost. But it is estimated that it will be soon, and I don't know if he can survive more than fifteen years.
days time.
"I have to prepare in advance. After explaining some things in the past few days, I need to take that supernatural bus. This Yang Jian is simply a lunatic. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't take such a risk. That bus is too dangerous. Once on it,
I don’t know if Che can come back alive.”
Fang Shiming sat on the sofa, his bloodshot eyes turning slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
After a moment he picked up a cell phone and made a video call.
Most of the main members of the circle of friends have been killed by Yang Jian, but he knows that there is still one person who is not dead.
The connection was successfully established soon.
"It's me, Fang Shiming, He Tianxiong, where are you now?" Fang Shiming's voice was hoarse and strange, making the listener very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Fang?" He Tianxiong looked a little surprised: "How did you end up like this? I heard that something big happened in Ping An Building. I'm really sorry. I'm on a plane flying abroad now.
There's some business that needs to be handled over there, so I have to go over there."
Fang Shiming said: "Stop talking about useless things. I may have to leave for a while, and I will leave the company's affairs to you."
"No, no, no, I don't have the ability to manage the company." He Tianxiong declined hastily. Isn't he seeking death by taking over Moments now? He doesn't want to take the blame.
"I know you are worried about Yang Jian. I had a fight with him before and some people died. I really feel uncomfortable, but Yang Jian won't live long... You will receive it soon.
News of Yang Jian’s death." Fang Shiming said.
His judgment was not wrong. Yang Jian would definitely not be able to maintain that state for long and would die suddenly soon.
"hehe."
He Tianxiong couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
Fang Shiming suddenly said coldly: "Why are you laughing?"
He doesn't know if Yang Jian will live long, but looking at it now, I'm afraid Fang Shiming won't live long, right?
But of course He Tianxiong would not say what was in his heart. He just smiled and said: "I laugh at the incompetence of the headquarters. Poor Yang Jian. So what if he has worked so hard? There is nothing we can do about it. Mr. Fang
Don't worry, as long as Yang Jian is really dead, then I will definitely help take care of the company."
"But if Yang Jian is still alive, then I can't do anything about this. This guy is a lunatic and will fight when we meet. I don't want to provoke him, and I can't beat him. Yang Jian has read my information and directly defeated him.
I was so stubborn that I almost died in his hands."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Fang Shiming frowned and said immediately: "Then I will do as you say. If Yang Jian dies, you will take over the company and maintain the normal operation of the company. If you don't do it well, you
You should know the consequences."
The smile on He Tianxiong's face gradually froze.
This is not a good job. Can the current circle of friends still be called a circle of friends? It has become a circle of orphans. It is hard to say whether it can survive in this city.
"I'll try my best." He Tianxiong could only bite the bullet and agreed.
If he didn't agree, he would probably die immediately. After all, Fang Shiming had this ability.
now.
Yang Jian has returned to Ping An Building again.
The ghost realm appears, and the entire Ping An Building is within coverage.
He is no longer stingy in using his ghost abilities. From the moment the curse of the music box began, his ghost realm has never stopped.
"Yang Jian is back."
Li Jun, who was investigating abnormalities in the Ping An Building, saw his face change slightly when he saw that the surroundings were once again covered in red light.
"He is indeed here. Now he is in this building, but we should not be able to find him. His ghost realm is more special than imagined." Su Fan on the side said: "The captain can make a call.
give him."
"It's useless. He didn't have a satellite positioning phone with him. The phone was still on the street."
Li Jun had received news before that Guo Fan, Zhongshan and the others had recovered Yang Jian's mobile phone and brought it back to the headquarters.
"But Yang Jian must have discovered us. His failure to show up means that he doesn't want to pay attention to us... Let's all take a rest first. There is no need to wander around Yang Jian's ghost land. I will contact Professor Wang to see where he is.
How to arrange it."
The first thing Yang Jian did when he returned to Ping An Building was to check the surveillance data. He needed to determine where Fang Shiming had appeared.
The previous fight with Fang Shiming was in the ghost realm, so stepping on footprints couldn't be done.
Soon, Yang Jian saw that Fang Shiming had gone to an office. There was no surveillance in that office, and he didn't know what Fang Shiming did there.
But it's not important, just confirm the traces he left.
Yang Jian came to the door of the office.
He pushed the door open and everything inside came into view.
The layout is very simple, with a table, a chair, and a simple bookshelf at the back.
But Yang Jian saw two photos on the table.
"This is my photo." Yang Jian picked up the photo and looked at it, his face changed slightly.
The photo was a full-body photo of him taken in high school, and his name was written on it, but now the two photos were cut off by something.
"This is... made of ghost scissors."
Yang Jian immediately made this judgment because he saw the signs of being cut off very familiarly in the photos. In one photo, his neck was cut off, and in the other photo, his head was cut off.
The wounds in these two places were the strange attacks he suddenly suffered while walking on the street.
"Photos are the medium that triggers the killing pattern of the ghost scissors. When the ghost scissors cut off the photo, it triggered a certain curse that caused me to be attacked exactly as in the photo. However... a simple photo does not seem to be able to
Triggering the killing pattern with complete accuracy. After all, there are people with similar looks in the world, so he needs my name."
"The combination of name and photo can almost 100% lock a person's identity and carry out precise strikes."
Yang Jian's face was gloomy. He touched the two photos and looked at them again and again, becoming more certain that he was attacked in this way.
No wonder there were no warnings.
These ghost scissors are almost the same type as the hatchet in my hand now.
"Then if I change my name and appearance, will I be able to escape this curse?" Yang Jian speculated: "It is not difficult for me to change my name or appearance. If this method can be used to break it,
If the ghost scissors attack, it’s something worth doing.”
But this is just an analysis.
He didn't do it immediately. Now he sat on the chair where Fang Shiming had sat before, and took out the box containing the strange hatchet.
"This is Fang Shiming's private office. There must be Fang Shiming's footprints where I sit." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly and he picked up the rusty hatchet again.
"To cover the footprints, you don't need to actually use your own feet to cover them. You only need to come into contact with the medium. The tall rotting corpse I used to attack with ghost hands was also attacked. This shows that indirect contact is also possible."
Thinking of this, a black shadow gradually appeared under his feet.
The ghost shadow has almost been spliced back together now and can be controlled. The ghost shadow under Yang Jian's feet is now gradually spreading like a thick mass of ink and beginning to cover the area.
Using ghosting for indirect coverage is a safer method.
Anyone who has been to this office cannot escape Yang Jian's attack.
As the ghost shadows covered him, a figure emerged around Yang Jian who was holding a strange hatchet. Among these figures were construction workers, decorators, cleaning ladies, company employees, and even him.
I also saw the figure of dead Li Yao here.
These people were all people who had left footprints here before, but now they appeared in front of Yang Jian because of the media.
In addition to these figures, Yang Jian also saw Fang Shiming.
Fang Shiming stood in front of him, motionless, like an image.
"The ghost shadow can easily trigger this medium if it is used with this hatchet. There is no need to step on footprints or touch fingerprints. You only need to cover the ground with the ghost shadow." Yang Jian's face moved slightly, thinking of the ghost.
A tall, rotting corpse.
The ghost shadow and the hatchet both belonged to that ghost before, no wonder they complement each other so well.
At the same time, he was also thankful that the tall, rotting corpse cut off his ghost shadow for some unknown reason. Otherwise, if the ghost shadow covered him, everyone passing by in the corridor would die, and there would be no way for you to survive.
"Now it seems that it is not the time to think about this. It is time to send Fang Shiming on his way."
Yang Jian stood up and raised the rusty hatchet in his hand.
So what if he wastes a suppressed ghost's quota to resist the curse? In his eyes, it's worth it.
Immediately, he swung his knife.
The strange hatchet slashed at Fang Shiming's shadow, from head to tail, splitting his whole body into two halves.
Yang Jian didn't want to chop off his head or his body, as he might not be able to die. After all, some ghost masters were not easy to die, so he was a little more ruthless.
After one blow, the curse of the hatchet broke out.
The black color on Yang Jian's arm has faded a lot, and he only has one spot left to suppress one ghost. Even if the curse of the music box is solved, his condition will be even worse than before.
now.
In the basement of a bungalow in a township near the city.
Fang Shiming was sitting on the sofa, looking up some information, and at the same time contacting some people and arranging some things.
Suddenly.
Fang Shiming's movements froze, and then a strange crack appeared on his body.
The next moment, blood spattered and the whole person was split in half by something.
Not only that, the body lying behind him also split into two halves at this moment.
Both humans and ghosts were torn apart.
"Plop!"
Fang Shiming's body fell heavily to the ground. He opened his eyes wide and seemed to have not died immediately, showing an expression of extreme shock.
"What's going on? The ghost scissors are clearly in my hand..."
He suspected that he had been attacked by ghost scissors, but not long after this idea emerged, he lost consciousness.
Although Fang Shiming still had some emergency measures, such an attack was too strange to warn in advance, so it was too late to use it, just like Yang Jian who was attacked before.