Chapter five hundred and eighty fourth incomprehensible heterogeneity
Huang Ziya was desperate at this moment. She knew that she was about to die when the evil ghost resurrected. The weird hair was so thick and scary that it seemed to be connected to the abyss of hell, trying to pull her whole body into it. There was no way to resist this kind of pull, because
The ghost is in her own body.
But she didn't want to give up and die like this. If she had wanted to die, she wouldn't have lived until now. She would have collapsed and committed suicide during the time when she became a ghost controller.
Just when Huang Ziya felt that her entire body had been swallowed up by this weird hair, her hands that had not been swallowed up felt someone grabbing her wrist.
The palm was cold and stiff, without any warmth of a living person, as if a corpse had grabbed hold of him.
"It's Yang Jian..."
Huang Ziya, who was swallowed up by the strange hair and could no longer see the outside scene, was still alive. She realized something, and the fear in her heart was instantly suppressed. A hope of survival surged out, and she immediately grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.
Huang Ziya wanted to cry out for help, but her face was entangled with countless hairs, and all that was left of her was a human-shaped outline, and even her mouth was filled with the creepy black hair.
This kind of hair doesn't seem to grow just from her head, but sprouts from all over her body.
"Who made me speechless? He should know my situation, but... can he save me in time?"
Huang Ziya was surprised and began to feel uneasy again. She could no longer control the ghosts in her body. The evil ghosts were eroding her. Even if Yang Jian had recovered, he might not be able to stop it all.
However, this idea just came to her.
Something unexpected happened.
Huang Ziya felt that the thick black hair that wrapped around her was beginning to retract, and even her body gradually began to feel the presence of the ground nearby, without the feeling of sinking or falling into an abyss.
The influence of ghosts on me seems to be weakening.
No, it's not weakening, it's being suppressed.
My ghost began to stop reviving, and returned to the calmest time before. Even in the end, I could no longer feel the existence of the ghost. It was as if I had become a normal person, and my body's senses were better than ever.
After a while.
With the ghost suppressed, Huang Ziya was finally able to resume action at this time. She raised her head suddenly and could barely see the situation in front of her clearly through the strands of black hair hanging down in front of her eyes.
He saw Yang Jian squatting in front of him covered in blood. His body was stiff and exuding a strong smell of blood. The only half of his head left on his neck looked ferocious and terrifying. It was impossible to tell from this look.
There was no sign of life at all, just like a completely revived evil ghost.
"There's something wrong with this situation." Huang Ziya looked at the missing half of Yang Jian's head and her expression suddenly changed.
The joy of being suppressed by the devil just now was gone.
She participated in the entire rescue process of Yang Jian alone, and was very clear about Yang Jian's condition. The previous Yang Jian's consciousness was stored in the upper half of his head, and the lower half of his head was just an ordinary corpse without any abnormalities.
But now, the head representing Yang Jian's consciousness has disappeared.
Is this the return of consciousness, or is another ghost resurrected?
Huang Ziya felt the power coming from Yang Jian's palm, as if a person was holding onto something before death. Her stiff fingers showed no signs of loosening. She saw that the weird black hair on her body had almost disappeared, and tried to
Pull out your arm.
But there was no way to get rid of that cold hand.
Yang Jian was still squatting there motionless, as if silence had subsided, without any movement.
He neither attacked her nor let her go, and there was no message.
"Do you want to light the ghost candle?" Huang Ziya touched his pocket, his expression changing.
Although the ghost candle has been used before, it did not burn much. After all, it was only used to find headless corpses and did not directly resist the attacks of the ghosts. Therefore, the ghost candle did not consume much, and more than half of it was left at this time.
"It's useless to use Guizhu at this time. If Yang Jian really can't control his body, Guizhu can't delay it for long. The ghost in his body is too scary. I almost died after being in contact with his body for a moment.
The evil spirit has revived."
Huang Ziya gritted her teeth, reluctant to use this thing, and chose to give up.
If Yang Jian returns to normal and he consumes a ghost candle in vain, it will be difficult to explain afterwards. After all, this thing is very precious. It is impossible to apply for the use of ghost candles in his own condition. If
After using it, she couldn't afford to pay for it at all.
hold on.
Huang Ziya decided to observe for a while. At least now he was no longer at risk of the ghost reviving, and his condition had returned to normal. Even if something happened next, it wouldn't be worse than before.
Yang Jian's consciousness has indeed returned.
But this kind of regression is not normal, he has his own problems.
He forcibly distorted the Ghost Realm so that half of his head overlapped with his body. This overlap was not fine, it was very rough, as if a foreign object had been forced into his body, and it had not successfully connected with the other half of his head.
However, the situation was urgent and he could not care so much, because he saw that Huang Ziya was about to die and the ghost revived. Once she died, there would be an unknown ghost beside her, and Yang Jian felt that he would definitely die too.
Although his level is much higher than Huang Ziya, in this case, it only takes one ghost to break this fragile balance, making it impossible for him to return to his body.
If he cannot return to his body and cannot control the power of ghosts, he will eventually die from the curse of the music box.
After half of his head and his consciousness overlapped into the body through the ghost realm, he was indeed able to control his body to make some movements.
But that seems to be the limit.
Yang Jian felt that his consciousness was fighting with something else, fighting for the control of this body. In other words, his current state was more similar to the existence of a "ghost", but other ghosts were interfering with him.
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"Although I am still me, my consciousness has separated from my brain and body, and I have become a cursed existence. This curse is parasitic on my skull, making me an alien."
"It stands to reason that I am dead in this state, and there is no possibility of consciousness, but the music box keeps me alive... It is simply a paradox."
Yang Jian was extremely sure that his thinking was very clear, that he had memories of the past and the present, and they were no different from when he was alive before.
The only difference is that the hollow, creepy ringtone is still echoing in my mind.
The curse of the music box still continues, but it is precisely because of this curse that Yang Jian's consciousness was not immediately eliminated by other ghosts after returning to his body. He gradually regained control of this body.
in other words.
Under the protection of the music box, Yang Jian became a more special existence.
If this characteristic can be maintained, then Yang Jian will undoubtedly be able to use the power of the ghost unscrupulously without worrying about the risk of the ghost reviving.
Because the evil ghost will kill the person who controls the ghost after it wakes up, but Yang Jian himself is immortal, so he can completely bear the consequences.
In other words, once Yang Jian completely controls his body, he can loosen all restrictions and maximize the ghost's abilities.
At that time, Yang Jian was a ghost with human thoughts, and became a being that everyone was afraid of.
After realizing this, Yang Jian himself fell into silence.
He has not yet accepted this change in himself.
"Even under the protection of the curse, I can perfectly control the ghosts in my body, but this state should not last long. The curse of the music box is not permanent, but has a time limit. This time is based on the number of users.
Judging from the situation, it should not exceed ten days."
"Moreover, once the resurrected ghost can suppress the curse of the music box, I will die immediately. After all, I don't know how powerful the curse of the music box is and what level of ghost it can withstand."
Although he was thinking this way.
But his consciousness is gradually recovering, and as time goes by, the ghost in his body retreats.
The curse of the music box defeated the ghost's instinct and ensured the smooth return of Yang Jian's consciousness.
A full half hour later.
Yang Jian, who was squatting on the ground like a corpse, turned his neck slightly.
This movement made Huang Ziya, who was still being held, feel horrified and confused, because she was still not sure whether it was Yang Jian who was making the movement or the ghost in Yang Jian's body.
"Can you still see clearly? So my physical condition no longer allows my vision to return to normal. After all, half of my head is gone, so it is normal for my eyes not to be able to see clearly."
Just when Huang Ziya was full of surprise, one of Yang Jian's eyes lost its vitality and turned gray. The dim eye suddenly cracked, and another eye appeared in the crack.
This is a red ghost eye without pupils.
The ghost eye replaced the dead eyeball in the eye socket, allowing Yang Jian to regain his sight.
"Yang Jian?" Huang Ziya tried to shout, but the expression on his face was more of fear and uneasiness.
"Yes, it's me."
Yang Jian's throat moved and he spoke. His voice was very strange, not a tone that a living person could produce.
After all, he is no longer a living person, just a corpse with a mutilated head.
After hearing the answer, Huang Ziya couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, no matter how revealing Yang Jian was.
Finally succeeded.
Although there were some twists and turns, Yang Jian's head was still sent back and he helped him get his body back.
"It's okay. It's finally over. I thought I was almost going to die here." Huang Ziya said; "What happened to you? Why did your good-looking head fall off? Was it attacked by a ghost?
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"No, clearly."
The remaining half of Yang Jian's head opened his mouth, but the sound was still weird and unpleasant.
But his thinking was very clear, and he was also thinking about the previous situation at this moment.
There was no warning, no sign of the ghost's appearance, only an instinctive sense of danger that suddenly came over him, and then he was attacked by something.
First the head fell off, and then the fallen head split into two halves.
Normal people, even most of the ghost masters, would be dead in this situation. If it weren't for the curse of the music box, Yang Jian wouldn't be able to survive.