Hello, hey, Yang Jian, are you talking?What did you want to say just now?Hello……
In the headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was talking on the phone, found that there was suddenly no sound from Yang Jian. He didn't say anything halfway through his words, and the phone was not disconnected, and the signal was not affected at all.
Yang Jian, are you still here?Hello.
Cao Yanhua shouted several times, but Yang Jian's voice never came from the other side of the phone.
He frowned and subconsciously thought that Yang Jian should have let go of the phone on purpose and did not want to continue talking to him. After all, the explanation just now was not satisfied with him.
Liu Xiaoyu, continue to connect with Yang Jian. No matter what, you must keep him steady and tell him not to go out to cause trouble tonight. I will continue to negotiate with people in my circle of friends and let him trust me once. I will definitely give him a satisfactory answer before tomorrow morning.Cao Yanhua put down the phone and he ordered Liu Xiaoyu from the wiring room.
OK, I will try my best to persuade Yang Jian.Liu Xiaoyu nodded to show that she understood.
Really, each one is uneasy.Cao Yanhua had a headache. He still had a lot of things to be busy with, and it was impossible to focus all his energy on dealing with Yang Jian alone.
However, it is not possible to not pay attention to this matter. Although Yang Jian is only alone, the incident has caused a lot of things.
After Cao Yanhua left, Liu Xiaoyu had to continue working overtime to contact Yang Jian and try to stabilize Yang Jian.
But what they didn't know was that Yang Jian didn't suddenly stop making a sound on the way to the phone, but that he was hit by a terrible attack from an unknown supernatural being and could no longer control the unfinished phone call.
On a street near Ping An Hotel.
A very strange scene appeared here. The entire street, along with nearby buildings, as well as vehicles and pedestrians on the road, were all shrouded under a layer of rich red light. This layer of red light seemed to have become the whole of this street, changing all colors, and even the sky was covered.
What happened, what happened.Someone looked around in surprise, obviously shocked by this sudden change.
Am I dazzled?All of them turned red here. Is there something special astronomical wonder happening?Some people also looked up at the sky, trying to confirm their guesses.
There is something wrong with this path.
However, the driver driving on the road was inexplicably panicked because they found that no matter how they drove forward, they could not leave the street. The road was the same as the original road, the speed was the same as before, but the surrounding scenery did not change at all.
This is an incomprehensible imagination.
The people on the entire street began to panic.
But all this is no longer important to Yang Jian now. His current condition is very terrifying. He is lying on the sidewalk on the roadside, with a hideous hole broken on his neck, and blood gushing out, and the surrounding ground has been dyed red in just a moment.
But his head rolled slightly to the side and was not connected to his neck.
In this scene, the pedestrians around were so scared that they left as if they were running away, and no one dared to get close.
Although Yang Jian's head rolled down next to his body, he still had consciousness and his thinking was still clear. His eyes opened slightly, revealing a look of incredible shock.
But how long can a person's head retain consciousness after leaving the body?
Three seconds?Five seconds?Or ten seconds?
But no matter what, the remaining time of this consciousness is quite short, because people will lose consciousness very quickly when a large amount of blood loss and oxygen deficiency.
Yang Jian is no exception.
It’s nothing wrong with him being a ghost controller, but not all ghost controllers can survive without their heads.
Feng Quan can.
Because Feng Quan's entire body had been eroded by the strange grave soil, his body was covered with soil, and there was no trace of flesh and blood of living people.
Wang Xiaoming's younger brother Wang Xiaoqiang is fine, because his body is a ghost. He is just a broken body parasitized on the ghost, and has long since left the style of a living person.
But Yang Jian couldn't do it because most of his body still belongs to the category of living people and has not been eroded too much by evil ghosts.
This is an advantage, but also a disadvantage.
The body of a living person represents health, the mental stability of the ghost controller, and also represents fragility and extreme dying.
However, Yang Jian overcomes the defects brought by the living body, because he controls the headless ghost, and can allow the headless ghost to attach to the body in danger, so that the body can retain the health of the living person while also having some of the ghost characteristics.
However, headless ghosts are flawed.
Because it lacks a head, Yang Jian's head is not covered by a headless ghost, which leads to a fatal weakness in his body.
As long as Yang Jian's head falls to the ground, he will truly die, just like an ordinary person.
Now Yang Jian has no time to think about why the sudden attack that just now hits him towards his neck, nor does he have no time to think about why this strange attack can ignore the obstacles of the fourth level of ghost domain, and even the headless ghost cannot be spliced back.
He had to find a way to survive... He had only one idea in his mind now, that is, to survive.
All other than that is not what he wants to think about, because there is no time left.
He didn't know how long his consciousness could exist in his head that left his body. He only knew that once he closed his eyes, all his efforts and all his experiences were in vain.
Yang Jian didn't want to die. He had a strong desire to survive like any ordinary person.
If he had the idea of suicide, he would have died as early as Dachang City.
Light the ghost candle?Isolate all the supernatural around you, and then take advantage of this time to find a way to piece together your head with a headless ghost?
Or should you use the surrogate doll to block all fatal attacks at this critical moment?
Or do nothing, pressing everything on the weird music box that you put on yourself but never used before?
Three choices are the best way that Yang Jian can think of when he is most conscious.
Not every of these three methods is useful. Perhaps the ghost candle cannot stop the terrible attack, and perhaps the doll can only delay the death time, or the music box from the headquarters is not as powerful as imagined.
Which one should I choose?
This thought echoed in Yang Jian's mind.
He must make a choice in the shortest time.
Because at this time he felt his eyelids getting heavier and everything in front of him gradually became darker, and his thinking seemed to be about to be silent in the darkness... He was about to die, and at most he could still have a few seconds of consciousness. At this last moment, he could only do one thing.
And at this moment.
Inside the office of Ping An Building.
The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand fell on a very ordinary photo again. This photo was exactly the same as the one cut before. It was a copy. The content of the photo did not change at all, and it was also a full-body photo of Yang Jian.
As for the broken photos, he did not continue to use them because they were incomplete and could not trigger the murder rules of ghost scissors.
So a photo can only be used once.
But for him, it is not difficult to copy dozens or even hundreds of copies of the same photo.
This time, the scissors in Fang Shiming's hand attacked Yang Jian's head in the photo.
It only takes a moment to cut Yang Jian's head in half.
If this is not dead yet... Fang Shiming looked around slightly.
In the dark office, the odor became more and more intense. Several incomplete human-shaped outlines stood beside him, and they were even about to stick to him. There was no complete piece of the desk in front of him, with blood stains on it and covered with various incomplete limbs.
Some pale heads were facing this side with their eyes closed, some cracked legs stood there strangely, and some broken fingers seemed to be squirming slightly.
These incomplete things hide real ghosts.
Once you touch the real ghost, Fang Shiming will have to 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.
Therefore, using ghost scissors twice in a short period of time is already his limit. If he cooperates with ghost candles, he can withstand the strangeness around him for a period of time, and then he can increase the chance of using ghost scissors twice before the ghost candles are extinguished.
But Fang Shiming didn't have ghost candles in his hand for the time being, so after the second time, he would stop using ghost scissors no matter what the result was.
But he believed that these two times were enough to kill Yang Jian completely, and it was impossible that he would have a chance to survive.
Even if you are not dead, you will have to recover.
The result is destined.
Fang Shiming's dry palm moved slightly, and the photo immediately changed the same as before. The brightly colored photos suddenly faded and became old. This was the curse of ghost scissors. Then Yang Jian's figure on the character in the photo began to blur, and a layer of red pigment polluted the photo.
The curse reflects the situation of the person in some photos, and the blurring of the photos and the unclear characters represent that the person is using some kind of ghost's ability to compete.
Unfortunately, this kind of ghost's ability is still much worse.
The characters in the photo did not disappear, and the sudden red dye did not completely blur the photo.
The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand smoothly cut a hole in the photo without any obstacles or influences. Although the crack continued to spread and move forward, the crack soon came to the position of Yang Jian's forehead in the photo.
He cut it horizontally, so this crack could completely tear Yang Jian's head away from a little upward position of his eyebrows.
If a ghost master can survive if he turns around, then even his brain is cracked, he should be dead.
Fang Shiming's movements were slightly slower than before, and his dry palms were slightly trembling because he had already seen the pale dead head on the table and his eyes were opened.
A cold wind seemed to blew from the neck behind me, as if someone was breathing behind me.
Step on!
In the not-so-large office, clear footsteps came from the depths of darkness. As soon as the footsteps appeared, they seemed to be walking towards this side.
Some ghost seemed to have noticed Fang Shiming's existence and began to approach him.
Being cursed by ghost scissors brings unpredictable evil spirits.
Even so, Fang Shiming wants to kill Yang Jian.
But in less than ten seconds, Yang Jian, who had become a corpse on the street covered by the ghost domain, made his own choice while the last bit of consciousness in his head was left.
The headless corpse twitched at this time, and the red ghost candle in his hand had already been released and fell to the ground.
This action shows that Yang Jian gave up lighting the ghost candle.
Then his arm twisted half a circle in an unreasonable way, reached out to touch a pocket of his shirt, and took out a golden box.
The golden box was opened, and inside was a wooden music box with red paint falling off, as if decades had passed.
Instead of betting on the doll, he stuck his life on this music box with a terrible curse.
However, now, Yang Jian's eyes were gradually closing, and the ghost under his head was still connected to the corpse, which allowed him to control the ghost to briefly move his body and make some small movements that he could do so.
Tap, open it.His consciousness is about to dissipate.
Unwilling to close his eyes, staring at his body's movements. He wanted to open the music box at the last moment and 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...
It is impossible to escape, cannot stop, and even the superposition of the four-layer ghost domain cannot be avoided.
Click.
Yang Jian's corpse's palm 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 became stronger again.
It's exactly the same as before.
His head was completely cut in half under this strange attack.
But in a vague way, Yang Jianer heard an ethereal and pleasant ringtone ringing.
The Music Box Curse is released.
In the headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was talking on the phone, found that there was suddenly no sound from Yang Jian. He didn't say anything halfway through his words, and the phone was not disconnected, and the signal was not affected at all.
Yang Jian, are you still here?Hello.
Cao Yanhua shouted several times, but Yang Jian's voice never came from the other side of the phone.
He frowned and subconsciously thought that Yang Jian should have let go of the phone on purpose and did not want to continue talking to him. After all, the explanation just now was not satisfied with him.
Liu Xiaoyu, continue to connect with Yang Jian. No matter what, you must keep him steady and tell him not to go out to cause trouble tonight. I will continue to negotiate with people in my circle of friends and let him trust me once. I will definitely give him a satisfactory answer before tomorrow morning.Cao Yanhua put down the phone and he ordered Liu Xiaoyu from the wiring room.
OK, I will try my best to persuade Yang Jian.Liu Xiaoyu nodded to show that she understood.
Really, each one is uneasy.Cao Yanhua had a headache. He still had a lot of things to be busy with, and it was impossible to focus all his energy on dealing with Yang Jian alone.
However, it is not possible to not pay attention to this matter. Although Yang Jian is only alone, the incident has caused a lot of things.
After Cao Yanhua left, Liu Xiaoyu had to continue working overtime to contact Yang Jian and try to stabilize Yang Jian.
But what they didn't know was that Yang Jian didn't suddenly stop making a sound on the way to the phone, but that he was hit by a terrible attack from an unknown supernatural being and could no longer control the unfinished phone call.
On a street near Ping An Hotel.
A very strange scene appeared here. The entire street, along with nearby buildings, as well as vehicles and pedestrians on the road, were all shrouded under a layer of rich red light. This layer of red light seemed to have become the whole of this street, changing all colors, and even the sky was covered.
What happened, what happened.Someone looked around in surprise, obviously shocked by this sudden change.
Am I dazzled?All of them turned red here. Is there something special astronomical wonder happening?Some people also looked up at the sky, trying to confirm their guesses.
There is something wrong with this path.
However, the driver driving on the road was inexplicably panicked because they found that no matter how they drove forward, they could not leave the street. The road was the same as the original road, the speed was the same as before, but the surrounding scenery did not change at all.
This is an incomprehensible imagination.
The people on the entire street began to panic.
But all this is no longer important to Yang Jian now. His current condition is very terrifying. He is lying on the sidewalk on the roadside, with a hideous hole broken on his neck, and blood gushing out, and the surrounding ground has been dyed red in just a moment.
But his head rolled slightly to the side and was not connected to his neck.
In this scene, the pedestrians around were so scared that they left as if they were running away, and no one dared to get close.
Although Yang Jian's head rolled down next to his body, he still had consciousness and his thinking was still clear. His eyes opened slightly, revealing a look of incredible shock.
But how long can a person's head retain consciousness after leaving the body?
Three seconds?Five seconds?Or ten seconds?
But no matter what, the remaining time of this consciousness is quite short, because people will lose consciousness very quickly when a large amount of blood loss and oxygen deficiency.
Yang Jian is no exception.
It’s nothing wrong with him being a ghost controller, but not all ghost controllers can survive without their heads.
Feng Quan can.
Because Feng Quan's entire body had been eroded by the strange grave soil, his body was covered with soil, and there was no trace of flesh and blood of living people.
Wang Xiaoming's younger brother Wang Xiaoqiang is fine, because his body is a ghost. He is just a broken body parasitized on the ghost, and has long since left the style of a living person.
But Yang Jian couldn't do it because most of his body still belongs to the category of living people and has not been eroded too much by evil ghosts.
This is an advantage, but also a disadvantage.
The body of a living person represents health, the mental stability of the ghost controller, and also represents fragility and extreme dying.
However, Yang Jian overcomes the defects brought by the living body, because he controls the headless ghost, and can allow the headless ghost to attach to the body in danger, so that the body can retain the health of the living person while also having some of the ghost characteristics.
However, headless ghosts are flawed.
Because it lacks a head, Yang Jian's head is not covered by a headless ghost, which leads to a fatal weakness in his body.
As long as Yang Jian's head falls to the ground, he will truly die, just like an ordinary person.
Now Yang Jian has no time to think about why the sudden attack that just now hits him towards his neck, nor does he have no time to think about why this strange attack can ignore the obstacles of the fourth level of ghost domain, and even the headless ghost cannot be spliced back.
He had to find a way to survive... He had only one idea in his mind now, that is, to survive.
All other than that is not what he wants to think about, because there is no time left.
He didn't know how long his consciousness could exist in his head that left his body. He only knew that once he closed his eyes, all his efforts and all his experiences were in vain.
Yang Jian didn't want to die. He had a strong desire to survive like any ordinary person.
If he had the idea of suicide, he would have died as early as Dachang City.
Light the ghost candle?Isolate all the supernatural around you, and then take advantage of this time to find a way to piece together your head with a headless ghost?
Or should you use the surrogate doll to block all fatal attacks at this critical moment?
Or do nothing, pressing everything on the weird music box that you put on yourself but never used before?
Three choices are the best way that Yang Jian can think of when he is most conscious.
Not every of these three methods is useful. Perhaps the ghost candle cannot stop the terrible attack, and perhaps the doll can only delay the death time, or the music box from the headquarters is not as powerful as imagined.
Which one should I choose?
This thought echoed in Yang Jian's mind.
He must make a choice in the shortest time.
Because at this time he felt his eyelids getting heavier and everything in front of him gradually became darker, and his thinking seemed to be about to be silent in the darkness... He was about to die, and at most he could still have a few seconds of consciousness. At this last moment, he could only do one thing.
And at this moment.
Inside the office of Ping An Building.
The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand fell on a very ordinary photo again. This photo was exactly the same as the one cut before. It was a copy. The content of the photo did not change at all, and it was also a full-body photo of Yang Jian.
As for the broken photos, he did not continue to use them because they were incomplete and could not trigger the murder rules of ghost scissors.
So a photo can only be used once.
But for him, it is not difficult to copy dozens or even hundreds of copies of the same photo.
This time, the scissors in Fang Shiming's hand attacked Yang Jian's head in the photo.
It only takes a moment to cut Yang Jian's head in half.
If this is not dead yet... Fang Shiming looked around slightly.
In the dark office, the odor became more and more intense. Several incomplete human-shaped outlines stood beside him, and they were even about to stick to him. There was no complete piece of the desk in front of him, with blood stains on it and covered with various incomplete limbs.
Some pale heads were facing this side with their eyes closed, some cracked legs stood there strangely, and some broken fingers seemed to be squirming slightly.
These incomplete things hide real ghosts.
Once you touch the real ghost, Fang Shiming will have to 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.
Therefore, using ghost scissors twice in a short period of time is already his limit. If he cooperates with ghost candles, he can withstand the strangeness around him for a period of time, and then he can increase the chance of using ghost scissors twice before the ghost candles are extinguished.
But Fang Shiming didn't have ghost candles in his hand for the time being, so after the second time, he would stop using ghost scissors no matter what the result was.
But he believed that these two times were enough to kill Yang Jian completely, and it was impossible that he would have a chance to survive.
Even if you are not dead, you will have to recover.
The result is destined.
Fang Shiming's dry palm moved slightly, and the photo immediately changed the same as before. The brightly colored photos suddenly faded and became old. This was the curse of ghost scissors. Then Yang Jian's figure on the character in the photo began to blur, and a layer of red pigment polluted the photo.
The curse reflects the situation of the person in some photos, and the blurring of the photos and the unclear characters represent that the person is using some kind of ghost's ability to compete.
Unfortunately, this kind of ghost's ability is still much worse.
The characters in the photo did not disappear, and the sudden red dye did not completely blur the photo.
The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand smoothly cut a hole in the photo without any obstacles or influences. Although the crack continued to spread and move forward, the crack soon came to the position of Yang Jian's forehead in the photo.
He cut it horizontally, so this crack could completely tear Yang Jian's head away from a little upward position of his eyebrows.
If a ghost master can survive if he turns around, then even his brain is cracked, he should be dead.
Fang Shiming's movements were slightly slower than before, and his dry palms were slightly trembling because he had already seen the pale dead head on the table and his eyes were opened.
A cold wind seemed to blew from the neck behind me, as if someone was breathing behind me.
Step on!
In the not-so-large office, clear footsteps came from the depths of darkness. As soon as the footsteps appeared, they seemed to be walking towards this side.
Some ghost seemed to have noticed Fang Shiming's existence and began to approach him.
Being cursed by ghost scissors brings unpredictable evil spirits.
Even so, Fang Shiming wants to kill Yang Jian.
But in less than ten seconds, Yang Jian, who had become a corpse on the street covered by the ghost domain, made his own choice while the last bit of consciousness in his head was left.
The headless corpse twitched at this time, and the red ghost candle in his hand had already been released and fell to the ground.
This action shows that Yang Jian gave up lighting the ghost candle.
Then his arm twisted half a circle in an unreasonable way, reached out to touch a pocket of his shirt, and took out a golden box.
The golden box was opened, and inside was a wooden music box with red paint falling off, as if decades had passed.
Instead of betting on the doll, he stuck his life on this music box with a terrible curse.
However, now, Yang Jian's eyes were gradually closing, and the ghost under his head was still connected to the corpse, which allowed him to control the ghost to briefly move his body and make some small movements that he could do so.
Tap, open it.His consciousness is about to dissipate.
Unwilling to close his eyes, staring at his body's movements. He wanted to open the music box at the last moment and 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...
It is impossible to escape, cannot stop, and even the superposition of the four-layer ghost domain cannot be avoided.
Click.
Yang Jian's corpse's palm 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 became stronger again.
It's exactly the same as before.
His head was completely cut in half under this strange attack.
But in a vague way, Yang Jianer heard an ethereal and pleasant ringtone ringing.
The Music Box Curse is released.
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