Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian felt ridiculous when he saw Liu Qingqing reaching out to hold the hatchet and looking confident.

"You are really stupid. You rely on your cheongsam to block my coffin nails, and you rely on your gloves to grab my hatchet. Do you think you can keep spending time with me without being killed by me? What if? Just like this, you can go on my way today."

Liu Qingqing said nothing and stared at Yang Jian, holding the hatchet with both hands and refusing to let go.

She was very strong, unlike a normal woman. If an ordinary person were caught like this, even their bones would be crushed.

But Yang Jian's strength is not small.

It seems that he has worked so hard that he has even used his strength.

They all seem to be at the end of their rope.

But Liu Qingqing knew very well that she was at a disadvantage because there was Liu Ziwen who was helping to suppress the ghost eye. Once the ghost eye lost its suppression, Yang Jian could immediately restart himself.

By then, he won't be killed.

Facing an unkillable enemy, the one who dies must be himself.

"Yang Jian, don't talk nonsense. The supernatural power you can control is indeed terrifying, but haven't you been able to kill me so far?"

Liu Qingqing said: "So you are not invincible. As long as the method is right, you will still be killed. And do you know why I didn't show up until now?"

"Because I need to use the power of the messenger on the fifth floor. If I rely on myself alone, I will definitely be killed by you."

"But now, you are the loser."

next moment.

Liu Qingqing suddenly let go of the hatchet she was holding tightly. She did not retreat, but rushed towards Yang Jian. She didn't know when a bloody sharp knife appeared in her hand.

This sharp knife did not belong to her, but to the man who was driving for the courier on the fifth floor.

The previous messenger was killed by Yang Jian using Zhao Feng's body, and then ignored him.

Liu Qingqing came close to Yang Jian and threw herself at Yang Jian, as if hugging him, but the sharp knife pierced Yang Jian's chest and sank deeply into it.

"It's not like I didn't do anything just now among so many corpses. Yang Jian, you were careless. Now, I believe you are real and not an illusion."

She saw Yang Jian's chest was bleeding, and the skin nearby was gray and dull, and a smile appeared on his face.

A hint of pride, a happy smile.

Why does Yang Jian have such an arrogant and condescending attitude all the time? Why should he decide her life or death?

Today, she was going to take Yang Jian with her on the road.

Because even if Yang Jian is really killed, she will not live long.

"Now let me see, will Ghost Eye Yang Jian also die? This is not an ordinary knife, it is a supernatural object. You know very well what will happen to the person who is stabbed."

Liu Qingqing's palm was very strong, and the knife twisted and rotated at the heart, as if this would bring more pain and harm to Yang Jian.

But what she saw when she raised her head was not Yang Jian's painful expression, but calm and indifferent.

As if the physical pain didn't matter at all.

"You do know me very well, but your understanding is not thorough enough. It shows that the memory you obtained of that woman from the Republic of China is incomplete. Otherwise, this knife will never come through."

Yang Jian's face turned pale rapidly, the wound was bleeding, the breath of the living person was dissipating, and his body condition was rapidly deteriorating.

But despite this, he still didn't take it too seriously.

Liu Qingqing was stunned. She still raised her head slightly and stared at Yang Jian, observing the subtle changes in the man in front of her.

She wanted to see Yang Jian fear, regret, and failure.

However, what I saw was indifference and a hint of joking.

"No way, you can't restart now, you're dead."

Liu Qingqing still grabbed the sharp knife tightly and pushed it in with all her strength.

It seemed that he wanted to penetrate Yang Jian's entire body.

"Death? Haha." Yang Jian smiled: "Will I die less often? Do you really think that Yang Jian relied on luck to get to this day? You want to kill me, then I want to know, facing the real How do you kill me?"

The next moment, the spear in his hand stood heavily on the ground.

Then he let go of his hand, opened his arms, and fell back heavily.

"boom!"

Yang Jian was smiling, but his face was ashen, and blood was flowing from his chest. He fell to the ground like a cold corpse, no longer breathing or moving.

Liu Qingqing was stunned, a little confused and didn't understand.

But the next moment.

Something horrifying happened.

Under Yang Jian's body, darkness gathered, and a tall shadow stood up slowly. There was a strange face on this shadow's face. It was a face painted with blood. That face was the same as Yang Jian's. They are exactly the same, as lifelike as if they were rubbed on them, and they are so vivid.

A black figure wearing a mask of human blood stood up, holding a cracked spear. A cold aura filled the air, and the tall body gave people a strange sense of oppression.

It cannot open its mouth or speak.

But on the mask of human blood, a pair of scarlet ghost eyes turned, revealing a strange look.

This look was the same as Yang Jian's before.

So, it is Yang Jian?

Liu Qingqing was stunned. Her arm holding the blood-stained sharp knife hung down weakly. She couldn't help but step back. An indescribable strange fear enveloped her whole body.

turn out to be.

It turns out that this is Yang Jian's true face.

The real Yang Jian is not a normal living person at all, nor is he a ghost controller, but a real ghost.

This is the biggest secret of Ghost Eye Yang Jian.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

Such words came into Liu Qingqing's mind. She laughed, and she laughed miserably. She no longer had the stupid idea of ​​dragging Yang Jian with her on the road, because she couldn't do it. She couldn't drag a ghost to be buried with her. .

"Is this your true face? It turns out that you have become a fierce ghost. No wonder you don't take other people in your eyes. You are right. They are not your opponent, and I am not your opponent. Now I believe You have the ability to deal with the ghost post office and end the fate of the courier."

"All of us have been miserably deceived by you. No, you didn't lie to us. After all, no one would tell others such a secret."

"I lost. There is no need to continue this fight."

The tall ghost figure was still staring at Liu Qingqing without saying a word, feeling full of oppression.

Yang Jian did not take action. He knew that Liu Qingqing was no longer willing to resist. This was due to the loss of confidence after knowing the truth.

"But Yang Jian, please remember. Although I, Liu Qingqing, have given up, it doesn't mean that I can only go this far. I still have methods that I haven't used yet. It's just that when facing the real ghost, all methods will be used." It doesn’t mean much, and I don’t want to cause more damage. I’m not the kind of cold-blooded person.”

Liu Qingqing still has the spirit of refusing to admit defeat. She is very stubborn and tenacious.

But facing Yang Jian's identity as a fierce ghost, these things could not have a decisive impact.

The tall ghost figure moved at this moment and took a step forward, as if telling Liu Qingqing that he would send you on his way now.

Liu Qingqing said: "Don't bother you. My time has ended early. This is the last time I will wake up. I made a deal with her. I will never wake up again after I close my eyes this time. You can Don’t worry, Liu Qingqing will no longer exist in the world.”

After she finished speaking, her eyes slowly closed.

The tall ghost stopped and watched Liu Qingqing die.

"Yang Jian, you know, I don't want to die. I just want to live." Liu Qingqing murmured to herself, she shed two tears, and finally closed her eyes completely.

She had no movement or breath.

The red cheongsam on her body is still so bright, and her figure is still so graceful and perfect.

It's just that it doesn't belong to her anymore.

A strange memory was replacing her.

The dense red high-heeled shoe prints around him were disappearing, the corpses were disappearing, and all the supernatural phenomena were dispersing.

The tall ghost looked around with ghost eyes and then slowly retreated, blending into the breathless corpse on the ground again.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and woke up. His chest was still bleeding, and his whole body was cold, without any body temperature.

Although his body was dead, he was still alive and conscious.

This is alien.

Abandoning the identity of a living person, it is almost equivalent to a ghost-like existence.

"Lost, did you lose?"

Liu Ziwen, who was blind at the side, even his hearing was blurred at this moment, but he still understood what happened just now, and he collapsed on the ground in despair.

He couldn't hold on anymore and was going to die. Even if Yang Jian didn't take action, he would still die from the ghost's resurrection.

"Yes, you lost." Yang Jian's tone was stiff and cold.

Bang!

As soon as the situation here became clear, Wang Yong on the other side let out a self-deprecating laugh, and then dropped the shovel in his hand.

In front of him was Li Yang.

Li Yang was sitting on the wall, unable to resist, waiting for the shovel to hit him, and he would definitely die.

But at this critical moment, Wang Yong stopped and gave up.

So what if I kill Li Yang?

Liu Qingqing couldn't hold on anymore. Liu Ziwen had reached his limit. If he killed Li Yang, he would just be killed by Yang Jian. Moreover, if he killed the opponent's teammates, he might lead to ruthless revenge.

He cannot afford to be retaliated against because he has a family behind him.

If it had been ten years ago, he would have definitely taken a photo of this shovel.