In the afternoon, Yang Jian spent most of the time wandering around the city. After all, the ghost painting operation had already begun. It was somewhat unreasonable for him to stay in the hotel and sleep at this time, so in order to cooperate with the operation, he decided to wander around.
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The results are obvious.
After walking through several snack streets and food courts, everything was normal except that my stomach was 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 thought he would go back to 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 encountered a lot of dangers and experienced several supernatural events, at least there were gains and the main purpose was completed.
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Before going back and forth, he wanted to solve the problem of his own physical deterioration and the recovery of the evil ghost.
Now he has controlled three ghosts to achieve a very good balance, killed Gao Zhiqiang, and taken away the ghost in his body. The ghost can restore his body to a healthy state, which is better than expected.
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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 nothing unexpected happens in the future, Yang Jian can survive for a long time.
And within this period of time, he has to do some things he wants to do.
While thinking about it, he walked alone towards the direction of the hotel.
But at this moment.
An unnoticed fatal crisis has quietly arrived.
Inside an office in Ping An Building.
Fang Shiming looked at the clock on his desk motionlessly. He was sitting there like a statue. He had been sitting there for several hours.
Patience is something he has never lacked, and he can easily do it even if he just sits here for a day.
After all, he is no longer an ordinary person.
The sunshine in winter recedes earlier than in other seasons.
The originally bright office was now dark. During this period, he did not get up to turn on the lights, and no company employees came in to disturb him. The surroundings seemed particularly quiet.
I don’t know how long I have been sitting in the dark office.
It wasn't until the clock on the table reached five fifty-five that Fang Shiming started to move.
He slowly reached out and took out a box from his clothes.
This box is not big, just larger than an ordinary mobile phone. The color is eye-catching gold because the material used to make this box is gold.
Only gold can isolate all supernatural beings. This is a common sense in the supernatural circle.
The box is welded shut, leaving no gaps.
Fang Shiming took out a knife and made a cut around the box, and then the golden box, which had been sealed for a long time, was opened.
Once opened.
The dark office immediately became a little colder, and there was a faint rancid smell in the air, as if something was rotten.
Inside the box is a pair of scissors.
The style of the scissors is very old, not modern style, but the style from the Republic of China. I don’t know if this thing has been buried in the mud for a long time. The black stains on it are lingering. I can’t tell whether they are rust or contamination.
Got some things that shouldn't be contaminated.
The most bizarre thing is that the handle of the scissors is actually wrapped with dense circles of black hair, and the roots of some hair are even connected to the scalp.
The rotten stench seems to be emanating from here.
Ghost scissors!
Fang Shiming called this thing this way, it was simple and just right, because he got this thing from a ghost in a supernatural event.
"I really don't want to touch this thing."
He frowned, as if there was some kind of taboo on using this strange pair of scissors, which prevented him from using it casually, so he could only seal it in a golden box and carry it with him.
but......
Look at the photo of Yang Jian on the table.
Fang Shiming knew that this ghost-eyed Yang Jian was not easy to kill. If he hit him head-on, he might be able to win, but he would definitely be dragged by Yang Jian to the point where the evil ghost revived, and there was a high possibility that they would die together in the end.
But Yang Jian can't do it without killing him.
Not only was he a threat, but he already knew about the existence of the ghost scissors, and even asked Jiang Shangbai for it as a condition.
This touched Fang Shiming's bottom line, so his attitude was very resolute, and there was no possibility of wavering. Even if Cao Yanhua had been putting pressure on him all afternoon, he would kill Yang Jian today.
"It's a pity that I can't get that coffin nail, otherwise it would be more beneficial to me if the two things restrained each other." Fang Shiming's eyes moved slightly.
The time came to five fifty-nine.
It's still one minute to six o'clock.
Fang Shiming did not touch the scissors, but picked up a pen and wrote two words on Yang Jian's full-length photo: Yang Jian.
Real name, complete body photo, this is the way to trigger the ghost scissors killing pattern.
At least that's how Fang Shiming figured it out.
Therefore, 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.
"The time has come, it's time to send you on your way, Yang Jian." Fang Shiming saw that the time had reached six o'clock.
Without any hesitation, he took off his gloves, revealing a pair of terrifying hands. These hands seemed to be from a mummy. The dark brown skin was close to the bones, and all the flesh and blood had disappeared. It was particularly eye-catching to see.
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But even though the hands have become like this, it still does not affect the use and can still be moved.
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 stronger and stronger, accompanied by the strong smell of blood.
The most bizarre thing is that in this deepening darkness, several black shadows swayed and gradually took shape, turning into the outlines of corpses... The outlines of this corpse were incomplete, and some were missing arms.
, some are missing heads, some are missing legs.
But despite this, these strange incomplete black shadows are constantly moving closer to Fang Shiming.
Fang Shiming held the ghost scissors in one hand and picked up Yang Jian's photo in the other hand.
But when he picked up the photo at this time, the back of the photo was already 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, when his feet moved slightly, he seemed to have stepped on something.
It was cold and soft, as if he had stepped on a corpse.
"The curse of the ghost scissors deepens."
Facing all the weird things in the office, Fang Shiming looked very calm, even unmoved. He still did his own thing in an orderly manner.
This level of curse can't kill him.
The scissors fell on the photo with Yang Jian's name written on it. The originally brightly colored photo suddenly became stale, with a black shadow covering it, and the bright colors seemed to be fading quickly.
The photo was cut apart bit by bit, 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 put pressure on people in the circle of friends. They rejected your request and did not agree to take out that thing, but you can mention other conditions as you like, gold, industry, company...
..If it’s money, you can boldly quote a number, and they will try their best to satisfy you.”
"Perfunctory, this is pure perfunctory. I know that the people in my circle of friends are very rich. They are a group of top consortiums, and the capitalists are sparing no effort in injecting capital behind them. Funds are not important to them at all." Yang Jian said:
"I said I need an answer before six o'clock, but this answer is obviously not very satisfactory."
"Yang Jian, calm down first. This is at least a good start. Negotiations can never achieve the desired results in one go." Cao Yanhua continued to persuade: "If you believe 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 start a 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 Jiandao: "And your trick doesn't work for people in your circle of friends. If it had worked, I wouldn't have given it to you until now."
Reply, this is delaying, I have a hunch that people in the circle of friends will not stop against me, they are planning to take revenge on me."
"You are delusional. They will never dare to take action. I can guarantee you." Cao Yanhua said righteously.
It's good to have a powerful circle of friends, but the more powerful you are, the more scruples you have. On the contrary, people like Yang Jian who work alone are the most dangerous, and they do things without regard for the consequences.
"Really? It's a pity that I dare not risk my life with you." Yang Jian said.
Cao Yanhua hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "You go back to the hotel to rest tonight, and don't fight again. Give me some time, and I will let them agree to your request before tomorrow morning."
"You can't promise, but..." Before Yang Jian finished speaking, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis at this time.
It seems like...there is a ghost beside me.
Yang Jian looked around vigilantly, observing any pedestrian passing by. His whole body was so tense that even his ghost eyes had secretly opened.
However, nothing was found.
"Is it an illusion? Or am I too sensitive?" He frowned deeply.
However, out of caution, he still felt that he should leave the area first. It would be bad luck if he was accidentally involved in the ghost painting incident.
But when he was just about to take a step.
Suddenly, a crack appeared strangely on his neck.
This crack was so big and deep that it almost tore his entire spine. In an instant, blood spurted out and splashed onto several pedestrians around him. His head even lost its support and hung down weakly.
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"Chuck, cluck..."
Blood poured back and blocked Yang Jian's throat. He stumbled and fell to the ground, and his brain instantly felt dizzy.
All this happened too fast, without any warning, as if it accidentally triggered the killing pattern of a certain ghost, attacking Yang Jian in an incomprehensible way.
But at this moment, Yang Jian had no time to think about this. If his neck was only half-cracked, he could still retain consciousness and react.
moment.
The skin on his body continued to crack, his strange eyes opened, and the entire surrounding street was immediately enveloped in a layer of red light.
Moreover, the intensity of the red light intensified instantly.
The fourth level of the ghost realm. At this moment, Yang Jian opened the fourth level of the ghost realm and pulled the entire network into his own ghost realm.
It's too late for him to choose people and things now, and he can't care whether it affects reality or not.
The moment the ghost realm opened, the black shadow behind where he was lying moved.
The black shadow stretched out a palm to cover Yang Jian's split neck, as if to fill the wound.
Ghost has the ability to piece together corpses, even ghost bodies can be pieced together, let alone human bodies.
The cold breath seemed to have invaded his brain, refreshing Yang Jian's spirits. The dizziness and hypoxia he felt just now were immediately improved. If it were just a wound of this level, he would not die.
The ghost master's ability to survive is fully reflected in him.
However, that eerie sense of crisis has not dissipated yet.
He took advantage of these few seconds of waking up and immediately took out a red ghost candle.
He no longer cares about the situation. As long as he lights the ghost candle, he will be safe at least until the ghost candle burns out. Even an S-level ghost can survive for a period of time.
But he just took out the ghost candle and didn't even have time to light it.
Click!
Then the weird crack appeared again, and Yang Jian's entire neck was completely broken.
The splicing of the headless ghost had no effect. His neck separated from his body and his head rolled forward a little distance.
"How is this possible..." Yang Jian looked at his headless body with blood gushing out. His eyes narrowed slightly and he looked in disbelief.
Four levels of ghost realm, plus ghost shadows, can't stop this weird attack?
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Inside the office of Ping An Building.
Fang Shiming looked at the photo in his hand that he had cut open with scissors. The cut in the photo corresponded to Yang Jian's neck, but the originally faded photo had turned red, as if it had been dyed with paint.
This color makes Yang Jian in the photo very unreal, and it is gradually blurring, as if he is about to disappear from the photo.
"You're not dead yet? If so, let's do it again."
He used the scissors again.
According to Fang Shiming's experience, cutting off the neck is the most effective way to kill someone, because no one can survive after losing their head, not even 99% of ghost masters.
In addition, the neck takes up the least space in the photo, so cutting the neck consumes the least amount of money, and it is not easy to deepen the curse of the ghost scissors.
"This time, cut the head off."
Fang Shiming pondered for a moment. Since he had decided to use the second cut, he had to be more thorough and cut off all possibilities for Yang Jian.