At this time, looking at Zhang Xiaoxiao who was standing there with no way to retreat, Fan Jian got the strength from nowhere, bent down, put his hands on the ground, and stood up forcefully.
He wanted to witness this moment and how Zhang Xiaoxiao was killed by him.
But at this moment.
"Tap, tap, tap."
There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the deep, dark corridor.
The sound of walking sounds very crisp, and the person walking seems relaxed and does not feel any burden.
However, somehow, this footsteps are always accompanied by a strange friction sound.
It seemed like that person was dragging something heavy in his hand when he went downstairs.
When heavy objects slide down the steps, they will make a dull impact sound of "thump, thump".
Soon, a person slowly walked down the stairs and appeared in the sights of Zhang Xiaoxiao and Fan Jian.
What was creepy was that the man was holding a corpse in his hands.
The corpse was wearing a thick coat, and it was like a doll that had been manipulated at will. It was carried in the hands of the man, like dragging a dog to death, and rubbed against the steps without mercy.
"Li...Leping?"
In a hoarse voice, Fan Jian read out the name of the figure who appeared at the entrance of the corridor.
It was an expressionless face, and it was also an unfamiliar face, a person Fan Jian had no memory of.
If there was anyone here that he had no impression of, it could only be Li Leping.
A person who cannot be remembered.
Even though Fan Jian had a photo of Li Leping in his hand, he could not remember his appearance. He could only keep taking out the photo repeatedly to remember Li Leping's appearance.
But as soon as he met Li Leping once, for some reason, he would forget Li Leping's appearance.
"Li Leping?!"
What was completely different from Fan Jian was the look of surprise in Zhang Xiaoxiao's eyes.
"I knew that Li Leping would not be killed so easily."
After holding on for so long, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
At the stairs, Li Leping walked down, glanced at Fan Jian with an indifferent expression, and then threw the body in his hand at Zhang Xiaoxiao's feet like a hydrangea.
The corpse rolled several times on the ground, then faced the sky with a dull expression.
If you look closely, you will find that this person is not completely dead, but because he has not made a sound or struggled, he looks like a dead person.
This man looked like someone suffering from Alzheimer's disease. He even forgot how to resist in Li Leping's hands. He was lying on the ground at the moment, staring blankly at the sky, his eyes were confused, his pupils were dilated, and his lips were opening and closing.
, as if chanting "Ababa, Ababa".
Due to special reasons, Li Leping did not kill him, but wiped out most of his memories, leaving him like a fool who could do nothing but live.
A person without much memory has returned to what he looked like as a baby.
"Boss Fan, it seems that I have disappointed you." Li Leping tilted his head slightly and said sarcastically.
"How can it be……"
Fan Jian growled, his eyes angry and sinister, staring at Li Leping in front of him.
This was not just because he saw his team members turned into fools by Li Leping.
More often than not, it's because he doesn't understand.
Why, why is Li Leping still alive?
Why did he survive the attack of Blood Letter?
"Dead people don't need to know that much." Li Leping said calmly.
There was no need for him to explain anything, especially to a dying man.
This doesn't make any sense.
"Want to do something? Come on."
Fan Jian's voice was low. He knew that he and Li Leping had no room for negotiation and could only fight to the death.
So, he planned to fight to the death again.
But the next moment, his eyes suddenly shrank.
Because he found that he had forgotten one thing.
He forgot how to control the devil.
"How can this be?!"
His face was shocked and angry, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at his chest that had been eroded to the extreme by the evil spirit.
Suddenly.
Fan Jian's eyes widened, and for some reason, his whole body began to tremble.
The blood word on the chest originally had eight large characters.
"Zhang Xiaoxiao, die."
"Li Leping, die."
But in fact, there is nothing written on his chest now.
There are no blood words or curses, just the outline of the sternum that has been eroded by evil spirits until only a layer of skin remains.
The terrifying parasitic ghost in his body still maintained a curled-up posture at this moment, but its five fingers kept rubbing inside Fan Jian's chest, as if he was trying to use sharp fingernails to remove the layer of skin that restricted it from escaping.
Scratch it, then tear open his chest and burst out.
The severe pain stimulated Fan Jian's brain and he could no longer remain calm.
His face was ferocious, and a question kept swirling in his mind.
"Where is my blood letter?"
"Where did my big blood letter go?"
Fan Jian looked at his chest in horror.
Why, why did the handwriting written by Li Gui disappear?
"It seems that the ghost memory in your body is not very good, and you have forgotten how to write."
Li Leping's tone sounded extremely sincere, as if he was standing in Fan Jian's shoes and felt sorry for him.
"What on earth did you do?!" Fan Jian growled through gritted teeth.
The abilities of ghosts are all kinds of strange, but he never thought that he would meet such a difficult ghost master.
A person who cannot be remembered is trouble enough in itself.
But now it seems that not only can he not be remembered by people, but even ghosts can't remember him.
He can even make ghosts forget his existence and make people forget how to use ghosts' abilities.
This is simply incredible.
Li Leping did not answer, but raised his head slightly, looked at Fan Jian and said, "I'm in a hurry, so I'll send you on your way first."
He was too lazy to talk nonsense with Fan Jian here.
moment.
Fan Jian felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, and all the hairs on his body stood on end at this moment.
This sense of crisis is familiar.
This is the feeling of being watched by a ghost.
But at this moment, he was unable to release the ghost power in his body to fight against this supernatural force.
Because he forgot how to use the ghost's ability.
"not good."
His intuition told him that he had been targeted by Li Leping.
next moment.
Fan Jian seemed to have lost all his strength, and his whole body fell limply to the ground, unable to move.
It's like a ghost pressing down on the bed. My consciousness is awake, but I can't control my body.
He subconsciously wanted to struggle and escape from this tortured feeling.
But he found that his body was extremely numb and he could not move.
"Why? Why can't I move?"
"Is it a ghost suppressing me?"
"No, no, I forgot how to control my limbs."
It's a pity that even if Fan Jian thought of this, there was nothing he could do.
Attacks from consciousness are fatal to most ghost masters because they are difficult to prevent.
The next second.
Fan Jian's head hung down feebly, and his body lay on the ground like a corpse, showing a twisted and swaying posture.
But he was conscious and his vital signs were not taken away.
However, his whole body seemed to have been anesthetized and he could not move at all. Apart from accepting the images coming from his eyes, he could not even speak.
Li Leping made Fan Jian forget how to use the ghost's ability, and also made him forget how to control his body along the way.