Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 269 Fang Shiming's Attack
As the night fell, the air was filled with mist, and the brightly lit Dajing City seemed a little hazy at this moment.

In a secret office, a mummy-like figure was sitting behind a mahogany desk. The man's eyelids were closed, his body was slightly leaning against the back of the chair, and his two exposed palms overlapped on his thighs.

He sat in the middle of the small office, his whole body was like a black hole, devouring the surrounding light, a thin layer of black mist floated up beside him, and the gray-white cyclone revolved around him, forming circles like water waves ripples.

This person is called Fang Shiming, and he is different from the handsome and well-dressed stand-in president in Ping An Building. Extra penetrating.

It's hard to imagine that such a person who is almost as dead as a corpse is a big boss who once dominated the world and stirred up the entire supernatural circle. What's even more unbelievable is that even though he looks like this, the evil spirit hasn't recovered yet.

In his hand, there is a satellite phone.

The screen of the phone was on, and on it was a text message from an unknown sender. The message was very brief, with only a few words: Jiang Shangbai was wiped out.

"It seems that he is still a little bit worse. That's right. After all, he is a product of experiments. It's normal that he can't deal with real masters."

Fang Shiming's expression remained unchanged. It seemed that the death of a captain and a dozen core members was not painful at all to him.

In fact, he really doesn't care. For him, the most important thing is himself, and the rest of the ghost masters are just icing on the cake. It's better if there are some, if not, just cultivate a few.

Anyway, the circle of friends has a big business and can withstand squandering.

"I'm curious, what will you do next?" Fang Shiming looked at the stack of photos on the table with a thoughtful gaze.

He just sat there and waited, neither arrogant nor impetuous, without the slightest emotional ups and downs.

He has never lacked patience, even if he just sits here for a day, he can easily do it.

After all, he is no longer an ordinary person. The evil spirit's erosion has wiped away all his frizz, making him gloomy and scheming.

At this moment, he is like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark. He doesn't need to eat immediately, he just needs to wait for the most luscious prey to be caught, and then he can have a full meal, and then continue to lurk for several months to spy on the next prey.

Dark clouds passed by, the moonlight faded, and the fog became thicker.

The originally bright office was now completely dark. During this period, he didn't get up to turn on the lights, and no one came in to disturb him. The surroundings seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Fang Shiming just sat in silence, no one knew what he was thinking, maybe even he himself didn't know.

People like them have been corrupted too deeply by the evil spirits. If they don't speak, it is almost difficult for others to tell the difference between him and the evil spirits.

Suddenly, Fang Shiming, who was sitting quietly, felt a movement in his heart, as if something was disappearing rapidly in his perception, which made him feel a sense of loss that he hadn't seen for a long time.

"My supernatural body double is dead, who can kill him, and who dares to kill him?" Fang Shiming's mind quickly came up with a name.

Sacrificial God Luo Yi!
"Even the me in the photo is already dead. It seems that he has gone to Ping'an Building." Fang Shiming mused. Although his double did not control the evil spirits, he had the supernatural protection he arranged, plus the dead objects around him. With the backbone of the circle of friends surrounding the building, he is naturally invincible.

Fang Shiming is confident that killing his double will be no less difficult than killing Wang Xiaoming in the laboratory.

Just when Fang Shiming was having doubts, the phone screen lit up again, this time there were even fewer words on it: Ping An Building has been destroyed, he went to find...

Fang Shiming glanced at it, and blinked for a long time, like an animal that had been wintering and woke up.

"I didn't even send all the text messages. It seems that the situation over there is very serious, even a little scary, which made him so timid. He went to look for it?" Fang Shiming frowned, "What are you looking for? Are you looking for me?"

"That's right, killing Jiang Shangbai and destroying the Ping'an Building is already an endless hatred. Otherwise, I would also want to strike while the iron is hot and completely wipe out the opponent!"

Fang Shiming lowered his head slowly, his cervical spine was a little stiff from sitting for a long time, he turned his head slightly, waited for the blood to circulate again, then slowly opened the drawer, and took out a small square golden box from inside.

Gold is not affected by ghosts, and it is the only thing that can imprison evil spirits. This is already a consensus in the ghost circle.

Therefore, when seeing gold, the ghost master will unconsciously become vigilant, because it may mean the existence of evil spirits.

The box is very light, and the edges are welded dead, leaving no gaps.

Fang Shiming held the box on his left hand, stretched out his five fingers with his right hand, pinched the upper edge of the box to death.

There was a sound of "click, click", some fine golden powder fell, and a small gap was opened in the small box that was originally sealed.

Once the box was opened, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped, as if it was not the box that was opened at this moment, but the freezer.

A faint stench began to fill the air, as if something had rotted and festered.

Fang Shiming opened the box without changing his expression, and there was a pair of scissors inside.

The style is old and rusty, and it is almost the same as the picture that Cao Yang took out. The only difference is that there are more hairs on the handle of the scissors.

These hairs were wet, stained with sticky red and black blood, and some pale fragments appeared at the root of the hair, which made the scalp numb.

The stinky hair was wrapped around the scissors, forming a huge knot on it, making the handle space of the scissors even more cramped.

Fang Shiming frowned slightly as he looked at the weird pair of scissors.

In a certain supernatural event, Fang Shiming snatched the pair of scissors from the hands of the evil spirits. This pair of scissors also helped him deal with several supernatural events and killed several ghost masters who were not inferior to him.

It can be said that this pair of scissors is very capable, and its weirdness is even higher than Yang Jian's hatchet and Luo Yi's boning knife.

Even Fang Shiming had to admit that he had an indelible contribution to the majesty he had built up over the years.

But such a fierce weapon is now sealed in a small golden box, and looking at Fang Shiming's expression, he seems quite afraid.

"If it's not necessary, I really don't want to use you!" Fang Shiming muttered to himself.

It seems that there is some kind of taboo in using this strange pair of scissors, which prevents him from using it easily.

This can be seen from Jiang Shangbai's death.

In fact, Fang Shiming would not have chosen to use the ghost scissors if the Ping An Building had not been destroyed.

Because the negative impact of using the ghost scissors every time is even more than the value of one Jiang Shangbai.

Fang Shiming was a little annoyed, "These people are really useless, so many people can't help but be Luo Yi."

"However, he has dealt with so many people, and his own condition should be very bad. If it is a head-on confrontation, I have a good chance of winning. The only thing that worries me is the coffin nail."

The absolute suppression of the coffin nails, few evil spirits can escape.

Although Fang Shiming was confident, he didn't dare to gamble.

"I hope I'm lucky this time, and I won't be infected with a particularly terrifying curse!"

Fang Shiming made up his mind and stopped hesitating. He picked up Luo Yi's photo, and wrote Luo Yi's name on it with a few strokes.

Full body photos, real names, this is the way to trigger the law of killing ghosts with scissors.

At least Fang Shiming figured it out this way.

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 thing from ghosts.

"It's a pity!" Fang Shiming said softly, and he didn't know whether it was a pity that Luo Yi was about to die, or that he was about to suffer the curse of the ghost scissors.

Lifting his shriveled right hand covered with corpse spots, a few fingers passed through the scissors and pinched on the hair soaked in black pus and blood, and immediately a stream of blood began to ooze out.

Cold, creamy, fishy, ​​disgusting.

All kinds of indescribable feelings spread back to the heart along the palm, making people feel uncontrollable nausea, dizziness and drowsiness.

The palms were clenched, and the surrounding darkness suddenly deepened, and the entire office was shrouded in darkness.

Tap, tap!
In the darkness, there was a sound of footsteps. The footsteps were thick and stiff, and each step seemed to step on the rhythm of a person's heartbeat. People couldn't help but pay attention to it. As people paid attention, the sound became louder and louder. , In the end, it is getting closer and closer to the heartbeat of people.

No, it is the human heartbeat that fits the footsteps. Once the footsteps speed up, it is difficult to tell what will happen. Maybe the heart will burst, or the blood vessels will burst.

Not only that, in the ghostly shadow, several figures gradually formed, these figures were incomplete, but as time passed, these corpses slowly solidified, and they kept approaching Fang Shiming's position.

Fang Shiming leaned forward slightly, picked up the photo with his left hand, and stretched the ghost scissors with his right hand, perhaps triggering the pattern, the photo began to ooze blood continuously, at the same time, a cold and numb gaze cast over, it was a The human head and facial features have long since rotted away, leaving only a pair of dark gray cold eyes.

Under the head was a broken neck, and blood flowed out from under the torn skin, gradually covering the entire table.

At this moment, this human head is at the corner of Fang Shiming's table. Anyone who is stared at by such a strange and cold gaze will not be able to help but observe.

But Fang Shiming didn't, because he knew that this evil ghost could not be watched. Once he looked at it, its laws would be triggered, and it would keep moving forward until it came to people.

He had suffered in this regard before, causing the head to be almost less than one meter away from him.

"This thing is getting more and more terrifying!" Fang Shiming felt terrified.

When I first got this pair of ghost scissors, there were no entangled hairs, no approaching ghosts, and no rotten dead head.

These all come after he uses the ghost scissors.

Every time it is used, there will be an inexplicable curse on the ghost scissors. These curses are connected to the evil spirits. Unless they are completely sealed, sooner or later, these evil spirits will come to reality and kill the user of the ghost scissors.

Tick, tick!
There was more and more blood on the table, from a small puddle at the beginning to now covering the entire table, thick, sticky blood dripped slowly along the edge, drop by drop.

On the ground, a pale hand emerged from the blood, grabbing Fang Shiming's bone-like ankle.

Faced with all the weird things in the office, Fang Shiming looked calm, even unmoved at all, and he was still doing his own things in an orderly manner.

As a ghost master, the most important thing is self-knowledge. Obviously, Fang Shiming is very confident, and this level of curse can't kill him.

The tiger's mouth and fingers were hard, and the knife edge began to close. When it came into contact with Luo Yi's photo, the original brightly colored photo suddenly became stale, and a layer of black shadow shrouded it. Even the blood on the back seemed to be rapidly disappearing. fade away.

A gap appeared, and Fang Shiming kept pinching his palms. The pair of scissors seemed to be in disrepair for a long time, making a "creaking" sound.

"So hard?"

There was a flash of vigilance in Fang Shiming's eyes, which was something he didn't have when facing several evil spirits approaching, and the "hardness" he said was naturally not the hardness of the material, but the hardness of Luo Yi's life.

This kind of supernatural power, fierce backlash, and tyrannical curse.

Fang Shiming controlled the ghost scissors, and cut the photos one by one. The process was not fast, and even a little slow, as if what was in his hand was not scissors at the moment, but a saw, and the photo was not a photo, but a piece of wood.

The shadows in the room began to distort, and the darkness began to rush towards Fang Shiming like a tide. Some broken corpses, hair like weeds, and blood-stained paper money began to appear in reality.

"The curse of the ghost scissors has deepened."

Following Fang Shiming's actions, a new anomaly appeared behind him.

It was cold and soft, as if a corpse was stuck to his back.

Inexplicably, Fang Shiming felt itchy in his ears, as if someone was blowing into his ears from behind him, but this air was not the feminine scent of warm nephrite jade, but rather cold to the bone, bringing corpses and food spoiled. strong odor.

"My luck is really bad. A new curse appeared, and this curse came to me as soon as it appeared." Fang Shiming's whole body trembled, and his heartbeat rose to his throat.

The movement of blowing air became bigger and bigger, and the temperature became colder and colder. Fang Shiming felt that he was about to freeze.

"This evil ghost is killing me, I can't let it continue." Fang Shiming suddenly raised his head, "Suppressing people ghost, suppress it for me!"

As soon as the voice fell, an evil spirit suddenly appeared, interrupting the attack of the evil spirit behind him.

Fang Shiming twisted his lower spine, and let out a long breath of relief, as if after the evil ghost made a move, he got a breath of respite after a long absence.

"Luo Yi, enjoy this last pain, it will be the end of your life!" Fang Shiming had a cruel smile on his face, his eyes widened with all his might, and his pupils were full of madness.

He seemed to be able to see Luo Yi's neck being cut slowly, a stream of fresh blood sprayed like a spring, fear filled his blank eyes, and life played its final swan song at this moment.

And Fang Shiming, like a god who controls everything from afar, easily snatched away this newcomer who dared to oppose him tens of kilometers away.

"Clap!"

The photo was completely torn apart, and the ghost scissors in Fang Shiming's hands snapped together.

"This is the fate of opposing Fang Shiming, not only you, but also your Yuzhou City, and even the group of people in the headquarters who attacked secretly. I will kill you one by one, and let you die cleanly! "

Fang Shiming laughed wildly, his voice was sharp and piercing, like a night owl.

"This is just the beginning. After I deal with the evil spirits on my body, I will settle the matter with you one by one!" Picking up the ghost scissors and putting them in a small gold box, Fang Shiming took a new cover, intending to kill the ghosts. The scissors are sealed again.

However, an unexpected change happened.

On the mahogany table, the photo that had been divided into two appeared intact again. Luo Yi on it was pale and dressed in a black robe, and the long knife at his waist was shining golden under the light.

Everything is as bright as new, just like it was just shot.

"He's not dead?" Fang Shiming said with a stiff face, "Since one stab can't kill you, then I'll give you another stab. I want to see how many times you can bear it!"

Fang Shiming took out the ghost scissors, and used the evil ghost's means again, but this time the photo was not damaged at all, but he was extremely sure that the attack of the ghost scissors had taken effect, but strangely, it didn't land on Luo Yi , as if blocked by something.

"Ghost Candle!"

Fang Shiming woke up startled.

Everything in front of him became darker and darker, his fingers were almost invisible when he stretched out his hand, the gurgling blood flooded his ankles, the footsteps of the evil spirits could be heard endlessly, and corpses kept appearing by his side.

The evil spirits are coming!
"The ghost scissors can't be used anymore, use it again, and all the evil spirits behind the curse line will come and kill me!"

Fang Shiming's expression was ugly, and he just sat silently in the darkness, watching the evil spirits approaching one after another.

After a long time, a deep and somewhat helpless voice came.

"Forget it, take a step back!"

(End of this chapter)