Mysterious resurgence

"Hey, hey, Yang Jian, what are you talking about? What did you want to say just now? Hello."

In the headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was on the phone, found that there was suddenly no sound coming from Yang Jian. He stopped talking in the middle of the conversation, and the phone was not disconnected, and the signal was not affected in any way.

"Yang Jian, are you still there? Hello."

Cao Yanhua shouted several times, but Yang Jian's voice never came from the other side of the phone.

He frowned, subconsciously thinking that Yang Jian put away the phone on purpose, not wanting to continue talking to him. After all, the explanation just now was not satisfactory to him.

"Liu Xiaoyu, please continue to connect to Yang Jian. No matter what, you must stabilize him and prevent him from going out to cause trouble tonight. I will continue to negotiate with people in the circle of friends and let him trust me once. I will definitely be able to do it before tomorrow morning. Give him a satisfactory answer." Cao Yanhua put down the phone and ordered Liu Xiaoyu in the wiring room.

"Okay, I will try my best to persuade Yang Jian." Liu Xiaoyu nodded to express his understanding.

"Really, every one of them makes people worry." Cao Yanhua had a headache. He still had many things to be busy with, and it was impossible to focus all his energy on dealing with Yang Jian alone.

It's just that it's impossible not to take this matter seriously. Although Yang Jian is just one person, the trouble he caused is huge.

After Cao Yanhua left, Liu Xiaoyu had to continue working overtime to contact Yang Jian, trying to stabilize Yang Jian.

But what they didn't know was that Yang Jian didn't suddenly become silent during the phone call, but that he suffered 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, the nearby buildings, as well as the vehicles and pedestrians on the road, were all shrouded in a layer of rich red light. This layer of red light seemed to have become the street. Everything changed the color of everything, even the sky was covered.

"What's going on? What happened?" Someone looked around in surprise, obviously shocked by this sudden change.

"Am I dazzled? Everything here has turned red. Is there some special astronomical spectacle happening?" Some people looked up at the sky, wanting to confirm their guesses.

"There's something wrong with this road."

But the drivers driving on the road were inexplicably panicked, because they found that no matter how hard they drove forward, they could not leave the street. The road was still the same, the speed was still the same as before, but the surrounding scenery was not there at all. Variety.

This is a weird and incomprehensible imagination.

People on the whole street began to panic slightly.

But all this is irrelevant to Yang Jian now. His current state is very terrifying. He is lying on the sidewalk by the roadside. There is a hideous gash in his neck, and blood is pouring out. In just a few moments, the surrounding ground was dyed red.

But his head rolled slightly to the side and was not connected to his neck.

Such a scene had frightened the pedestrians around and fled away, no one dared to come close.

Although Yang Jian's head rolled down next to his body, he was still conscious and his thinking was still clear. His eyes were slightly opened, showing a somewhat unbelievable look of shock.

Just how long can the human 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-lived, because under the condition of a large amount of blood loss and lack of oxygen, a person will lose consciousness very quickly.

Yang Jian is no exception.

There is nothing wrong with him being a ghost master, but not all ghost masters can survive without their heads.

Feng Quan can do it.

Because Feng Quan's entire body has been eroded by the strange grave soil. His body is full of soil, and there is no trace of flesh and blood left in the living person.

Wang Xiaoming's younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, can also do it. That's because his body is a ghost. He is just a broken body parasitic on the ghost's body, and has long since separated from the scope of a living person.

But Yang Jian couldn't do it, because most of his body still belonged to the category of living people and had not been eroded too much by the evil ghosts.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

The body of a living person represents health and the mental stability of the ghost master, but it also represents fragility and vulnerability to death.

However, Yang Jian overcame the shortcomings caused by the living body because he controlled the headless ghost and could attach the headless ghost to the body when in danger, allowing the body to retain the health of the living while also possessing Some characteristics of ghosts.

However, the headless ghost is flawed.

Because it lacks a head, Yang Jian's head is not covered by the headless ghost, which results in a fatal weakness in his body.

As long as Yang Jian's head falls to the ground, he will truly die, just like ordinary people.

Now Yang Jian has no time to think about why the thing that suddenly attacked him just now was aimed at his neck, nor does he have time to think about why this weird attack can ignore the obstruction of the four-layer ghost realm, and even cannot The head ghost cannot be spliced ​​back together.

"We must find a way to survive." There is only one thought in his head now, and that is to survive.

Apart from that, he didn't have to think about anything else, because there was no time.

He didn't know how long the consciousness of his head that had left his body could exist. He only knew that once he closed his eyes, all his efforts and experiences from No. 7 Middle School to now would be in vain.

Yang Jian doesn't want to die, he has a strong desire to live like any ordinary person.

If he had thought of committing suicide, he would have died as early as in Dachang City.

Light a ghost candle? Isolate all supernatural beings around you, and then use this time to find a way to put the head back together with the headless ghost?

Or should we quickly use the scapegoat to block all fatal attacks at this critical moment?

Or do nothing and put everything on that weird music box that is placed on you but never used?

Three choices, this is the best solution Yang Jian can think of when he is most conscious.

Not all of these three methods are useful. Maybe the ghost candle can't stop the terrible attack, maybe the scapegoat can only delay the time of death, or maybe the music box taken from the headquarters is not as expected. So powerful.

Which one to choose?

This thought echoed in Yang Jian's mind.

He had to make a choice in the shortest possible time.

Because at this time, he already felt that his eyelids were getting heavier, everything in front of him gradually became dim, and his thoughts seemed to be silent in the darkness. He was about to die. At most, he could still have a few seconds of consciousness left. 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 once again fell on a very ordinary photo. This photo was exactly the same as the photo that had been cut before. It was a copy. The content of the photo had not changed at all. It was also a full-length photo of Yang Jian.

As for the damaged photos, he did not continue to use them because they were incomplete and could not trigger the killing pattern of the ghost scissors.

So a photo can only be used once.

But for him, it is not difficult to make dozens or even hundreds of copies of the same photo.

This time, the scissors in Fang Shiming's hand struck Yang Jian's head in the photo.

It only takes one move to cut Yang Jian's head in half.

If this is not dead, Fang Shiming looked around slightly.

In the dark office, the peculiar smell became stronger and stronger. Several incomplete humanoid silhouettes stood beside him, even close to his body. There was no complete piece of paper on the desk in front of him, and it was stained with blood. , covered with various mutilated limbs.

There were pale heads facing this way with eyes closed, there were also split legs standing there strangely, and broken fingers seemed to be squirming slightly.

There are real ghosts hidden in these mutilated things.

Once he comes into contact with a real ghost, Fang Shiming will 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 the ghost scissors twice in a short period of time is his limit. If he cooperates with the ghost candle, he can resist the weirdness around him for a period of time, and then he can have two more opportunities to use the ghost scissors before the ghost candle goes out.

But Fang Shiming doesn't have the ghost candle in his hands for the time being, so after the second time, he will stop using the ghost scissors no matter what the result is.

But he believed that these two times were enough to kill Yang Jian completely, and there would be no chance of survival.

Even if he is not dead, he still needs to be revived.

The outcome is determined.

Fang Shiming's dry palm moved slightly, and the photo immediately changed like before. The colorful photo suddenly faded and became old. This was the curse of the ghost scissors, and then Yang Jian's figure on the photo The shapes began to blur, and a layer of red paint contaminated the photo.

The curse reflects the condition of the people in some photos. The blurring of the photos and the unclearness of the characters mean that the person is using some kind of ghost ability to fight.

It's a pity that this kind of ghost's ability is still far behind.

The characters in the photo did not disappear, and the sudden appearance of the red dye did not completely blur the photo.

The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand successfully cut a slit in the photo without any hindrance or influence. Although the slit continued to spread, the slit soon reached the position of Yang Jian's forehead in the photo.

He cut it horizontally, so this crack could completely tear Yang Jian's head apart from about the eyebrows upward.

And if a ghost controller can survive after turning around, then if his brain is cracked, he will definitely die.

Fang Shiming's movements were slightly slower than before, and his dry palms trembled slightly, because he had already seen the pale dead head on the table with its eyes opened.

A cold wind seemed to blow from the neck behind him, as if someone was breathing from behind.

Tread!

In the not-so-large office, from the depths of darkness, clear footsteps could be heard. As soon as these footsteps appeared, they seemed to be walking towards this side.

A ghost seemed to be aware of Fang Shiming's existence and began to approach him.

Bear the curse of the ghost scissors and attract unpredictable evil spirits.

Even so, Fang Shiming still wanted to kill Yang Jian.

But in less than ten seconds, Yang Jian, who had become a corpse on the street covered by ghosts, made his own choice while taking advantage of the last remaining consciousness in his head.

The headless corpse's arm twitched at this time, and the red ghost candle in his hand had been loosened and fell to the ground.

This action showed that Yang Jian gave up lighting the ghost candle.

Then he twisted his arm half a circle in an unreasonable way, reached into a certain pocket of his coat, and took out a golden box.

The golden box was opened, and inside was a wooden music box. The red paint on it was mottled and peeling off, as if it had been there for decades.

He did not choose to bet his life on the scapegoat, but on this music box with a terrible curse.

However, now, Yang Jian's eyes are gradually closing. The ghost shadow under his head is still connected to the body. This allows him to still control the ghost shadow to briefly move his body and make some small movements that he can currently do. .

"Hit it, open it." He was about to lose consciousness.

Unwilling to close his eyes, he stared at the movements of his body. He wanted to open the music box at the last moment and release the curse that could make people immortal.

At the same time, a crack appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.

The creepy attack from before happened again.

There is no way to escape, no way to stop, not even the superposition of four layers of ghost realms can avoid it.

Click

The palm of Yang Jian's corpse grabbed the music box, moved slightly, and finally opened a corner of the music box.

But at the same time, the cracks on Yang Jian's forehead worsened again.

The situation is exactly the same as before.

His head was completely cut in half under this strange attack.

Just vaguely, Yang Jian heard an ethereal, sweet ringing sound.

The music box curse has been unleashed.