The Mysterious Recovery: A Doctor's Tour

Chapter 174 Three Attacks
"You're back." Lin Xue said.

"The matter has been settled. If there is nothing else, I will leave." Gao Tiancheng said lightly.

"Can you not leave yet?" Lin Xue said.

Gao Tiancheng fell silent, and opened his mouth after a long time, "What's the matter?"

"Can we really not be together? I don't want to hear your excuses, I want to hear the truth." Lin Xue's eyes turned red, and she sobbed softly.

"As you can see, I have changed. I am not the Gao Tiancheng I used to be. The Gao Tiancheng you are familiar with only exists in the past and in your memory. Now I can give up one or ten without hesitation. , or even hundreds or thousands of people.”

Having said that, Gao Tiancheng paused for a moment, then continued.

"A cat and a fish cannot be together. A fish will die if it leaves the water, and a cat will drown if it gets in the water."

Xue Lin said, "Is it because of what happened just now? I shouldn't have let you go. I was wrong. I will make changes and I will work hard to adapt."

"No, you are right. Helping others within your ability is an idea that has been instilled by everyone around you since childhood. We are not wrong, but we have different identities, circles, and positions. No one should change it. , you too." Gao Tiancheng said.

Now he figured it out, his original decision was not wrong, sure enough, first love is really only suitable for memories.

The Lin Xue he likes is lively and kind, will help those in need, and has a little dark belly.A little girl who holds a grudge.

Instead of following him and changing into a woman indifferent to life in the spiritual circle.

"I'm leaving. I won't block you again. That was a good solution I thought. If you are in danger, I will save you like this time."

Lin Xue retorted loudly, "Zi Feiyu, Anzhi Yuzhile, how do you know that my change is not what I wanted?"

"Please forgive me for being selfish to you. I just don't want you to see real despair. Go to sleep. As long as you fall asleep, you can forget all your troubles and everything about me." Gao Tiancheng said, the following words Like whispering.

Lin Xue felt a burst of drowsiness, she instinctively sensed something was wrong, and wanted to resist, but there was nothing she could do.

Her vision gradually blurred, and three words came out of her mouth, I hate you.

Gao Tiancheng shook his head, brushed away Lin Xue's messy hair, revealing a plain face, lowered his head and kissed the other person's forehead lightly, and he left the gymnasium.

Before leaving here, tell the staff to take care of Lin Xue.

Naturally, the staff did not dare to delay, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that Lin Xue had an unusual relationship with Gao Tiancheng, so how could they dare to delay?

Gao Tiancheng's figure appeared on the roof of a tall building.

Faint smoke drifted in the air, and there was a bit of loneliness in his eyes.

"Are you willing?" Liu Shasha's voice came from the satellite positioning phone.

"It's true not to be reconciled, and it's true not to regret it." Gao Tiancheng replied.

I don't know how long I have been standing here, but there are already more than a dozen cigarette butts under my feet.

His figure disappeared and appeared in front of a night market stall.

From the dark place on the roof of the tall building, a man in a suit came out.

"The whiteboard is easy to play, it's a substitute for myself, but if the two worlds can't be separated? How should he choose?"

The man in the suit didn't have a human head, but an eighteen-sided dice head that kept spinning.

On the other side, in an office in Ping An Building.

The lights in the office were not turned on, and Fang Shiming sat motionless in the position directly above him. He had been sitting there for several hours, and the dim light had no effect on him.

He slowly reached out and took out a box from his clothes.

This box is not big, but it is larger than the size of ordinary mobile phones. The color is eye-catching gold, because the material of the box is gold.

Only gold can isolate all ghosts. This is a common sense in the ghost circle. The box is welded to death without leaving a single gap.

Fang Shiming took out a small knife and cut a hole around the box, and the long-sealed golden box was opened.

The moment it was opened, the dark office became gloomy and cold, and there was a faint rancid smell in the air, as if something had rotted.

Inside the box is a pair of scissors, the style is very old, not the modern style, but the style of the Republic of China. I don’t know if this thing has been buried in the mud for a long time, and the black stains on it are lingering. Can't tell if it's rust or something stained that shouldn't be.

The most weird thing is the handle of the scissors, which is actually wrapped with circles of dense black hair, some hair roots are even connected to the scalp, and the rotten stench in the air seems to be coming from here.

This is the ghost scissors. Fang Shiming had brought it with him during the black ghost incident before, but he didn't have the opportunity to use it at that time, because the ghost scissors are most powerful for killing people, not dealing with supernatural events.

And tonight, he was going to kill Ghost Eye Yang Jian with this pair of scissors.

Fang Shiming is very confident because he knows the scissors very well.

He didn't move the scissors directly, but picked up a pen and wrote two words on Yang Jian's full body photo, Yang Jian.

Real name, full body photo, this is the way to trigger the law of ghost scissors killing.

This is how Fang Shiming figured out how to use it. The threat of this thing falling into the hands of humans is far greater than the threat of falling into the hands of ghosts.

"Yang Jian, go all the way."

As Fang Shiming said, without any hesitation, he took off the gloves in his hands, revealing a pair of terrifying hands. These hands seemed to be from a mummy, with dark brown skin clinging to the bones, and all the flesh and blood had disappeared. It's extraordinarily penetrating.

But even if the hands have become like this, it still does not affect the use and can still move.

Fang Shiming reached out and grabbed the ghost scissors, the surrounding darkness suddenly deepened, and the entire office was shrouded in darkness.

"Tick tock, tick tock." The sound of dripping water echoed around the office, and the rotten stench in the air became more intense, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

In the deepening darkness, several black figures swayed and gradually took shape, turning into the silhouettes of corpses.

The outline of the corpse was incomplete, some missing arms, some missing heads, and some missing legs.

They were approaching Fang Shiming, which seemed to be the price of using the ghost scissors.

Fang Shiming held the ghost scissors in one hand, and picked up Yang Jian's photo with the other.

When he picked up the photo, his eyes moved slightly, and he saw a pale human head placed on the desk at some point, with blood flowing out from the neck, gradually covering the entire desk.

The spirit of ghost scissors is affecting the reality, Fang Shiming frowned slightly, as expected, the more powerful the item, the more evil it is.

Fang Shiming continued to work, and the scissors in his hand fell on the photo with Yang Jian's name written on it. The original brightly colored photo suddenly became old, and a layer of black shadow shrouded it, and the bright colors seemed to be rapidly changing. faded.

The photos were cut little by little, and a strange curse began to spread.

At this moment, in a room of the Ping An Hotel.

Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a palpitation in his heart, he stood up from the bed, and scanned the surroundings vigilantly with his ghostly eyes.

But when he was about to take a step, a crack appeared on his neck strangely.

The rift was very large and deep, almost tore his entire spine, blood gushed out instantly, splashed onto the wall and the ground, and his head lost its support and fell down powerlessly.

Blood poured down Yang Jian's throat, and he staggered and fell to the ground, feeling dizzy for a moment.

All of this happened too quickly, without any warning, as if a ghost's killing pattern had been unintentionally triggered, and it attacked Yang Jian in an incomprehensible way.

But at this moment, Yang Jian didn't have time to think about it. He could still retain his consciousness and react if his neck was split in half.

In an instant, the skin on the body continued to crack, the strange eyes opened, and the entire surrounding street was immediately shrouded in a layer of red light.

The intensity of the red light was still intensifying, and Yang Jian opened the fourth-level ghost domain in an instant, pulling the entire Ping An Hotel into his own ghost domain.

The moment the ghost domain opened, the black shadow behind him moved.

The black shadow stretched out a palm to cover Yang Jian's split neck, as if he wanted to fill up the wound.

Ghost shadows have the ability to piece together corpses, even the bodies of ghosts, let alone human bodies.

The icy breath seemed to invade his brain, which lifted Yang Jian's spirits. The dizziness and lack of oxygen he felt just now improved immediately. If it was only this degree of wound, he would not be able to die.

However, the creepy heart palpitations did not dissipate.

Yang Jian still needed to prepare. Taking advantage of the few seconds of waking up, he immediately took out a red ghost candle.

Although the red ghost candle is very precious, but at this moment, my life is at stake, so I don't care about anything else.

As long as the red ghost candle is lit, at least until the ghost candle burns out, he is safe, even if he encounters an S-level ghost, he can survive for a while.

But before it could be ignited, the weird crack reappeared, and Yang Jian's entire neck was completely broken.

The splicing of the headless ghost didn't work either. His neck was separated from his body, and his head rolled forward a little distance.

"how can that be!"

Yang Jian watched his headless body gushing out blood, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he had an expression of disbelief.

Can the four layers of ghost realm, plus ghost shadows, be able to stop this kind of weird attack?
Yang Jian is also fighting at the moment. Ever since the black ghost incident, he has been avoiding using his ability of sitting and forgetting to cultivate the truth.

I was just worried that I would be confused like Gao Tiancheng, and I would be replaced, and turned into a look of wanting to play.

At this moment, a mahjong face with a rich pattern was placed on his head,
The mahjong face was covered with blood, Yang Jian looked at the split head in front of him.

At this moment, in an office in Ping An Building,
Fang Shiming looked at the photo in his hand that had been cut with scissors. The slit in the photo corresponded to Yang Jian's neck, but the faded photo had turned red, as if it had been soaked in paint. This color made Yang Jian in the photo unreal, and it was gradually blurring, as if it was about to disappear from the photo.

"Haven't died yet? If so, let's do it again."

He moved the ghost scissors again.

According to Fang Shiming's experience, cutting off the neck is the most effective way to kill people, because no one can survive without their head, and 90.00% of ghost masters can't do it.

In addition, the neck occupies the least amount of space in the photo, so the consumption of cutting the neck is also the least, and it is not easy to deepen the curse of the ghost scissors.

Just when Fang Shiming thought everything was over, the photo in his hand changed. Although the cut photo was black and white, it was intact.

No, it wasn't intact. Yang Jian's face had changed. In the black and white photo, it was a rich mahjong face.

Fang Shiming's heart sank, "Have you forgotten your way?"

He also participated in and restricted the black ghosts, so he naturally knew the existence of Zuo Wang Dao, Hong Zhong, Bai Ban, Fa Cai, and the dice boss that he had never seen before.

"I'm not dead, I'm not going to die, I'm not attacked, I'm alive..."

Yang Jian's face was gloomy, he didn't know why the two attacks were not attacks by fierce ghosts, but ghost masters were messing with him.

What kind of ghost can attack him twice in a row, and the damage is so great that he can't bear it, and the target is too obvious.

What's more, this is Dajing City, it's not Yang Jian's bragging, the ghost is really terrified to the point of killing him, maybe only the mysterious old Qin at the headquarters can resist one or two.

Fang Shiming is also ruthless here. Since he has already done it, he can only kill it at all costs. When Yang Jian reacts, should he find a circle of friends to settle it?
There was madness in his eyes, and he raised the scissors again, still at the neck.

He intends to reduce it from top to bottom, but the consumption is too high, and there is a high probability that he will be directly killed by the curse of the ghost scissors.

There was another palpitation in Yang Jian's heart, and a burst of anger rose in his heart. This was the third time.
He thinks that he has never done anything outrageous since his debut, but now that he is being targeted one after another, does he really think that Yang Jian is a Bodhisattva?

A huge gash appeared on the mahjong face with the fortune pattern, but no blood flowed out.

There were cracks on Fa Cai Mahjong's face.

Yang Jian secretly said "Oops", but the practice of sitting and forgetting the way didn't stop him.

He couldn't help but think of the headless Gao Tiancheng in the black ghost incident.

If this attack were to be borne by him, he would definitely be able to resist it.

With more and more cracks on his face, Yang Jian thought of three methods.

One is to light the red ghost candles, the other is to scapegoat the doll, and the third is to obtain the music box, a supernatural item obtained through the sales team leader's quota.

Thinking of the ferocity of the attack, he chose the music box without any hesitation. Perhaps only the music box could stop the successive terrorist attacks.

Even if the music box's side effects are exaggerated, it's better than dying right now.

Yang Jian took out a golden box from a pocket of his jacket, and opened it. Inside was a wooden music box with mottled red paint, which was very old.

(End of this chapter)