The clone felt that Yang Jian's plan to let him use the music box was feasible, and when he was planning to trade the music box from the headquarters, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Yang Jian's voice.

"Huh? What is it. ”

Yang Jian picked up an old and small wooden box from the ground.

The wooden box was mottled with red paint, like something that had been stored for decades.

"Red paint again! The color of this paint is very similar to the red paint on the ghost cupboard, and this wooden box is supposed to be a supernatural item. ”

The doppelganger's gaze also paid attention, and immediately noticed that the color on the wooden box was wrong. Could it be the Red Room again?

"Is it really a supernatural object?"

Yang Jian was a little surprised, after all, supernatural items were very scarce.

Not all supernatural items are as side-effect-free as coffin nails, such as the hatchet knife full of chips hanging from his waist, the side effects are very terrible, and it is easy not to use.

The wooden box looked like it could be opened, but Yang Jian did so cautiously.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and the headless ghost figure in the shadow behind him stood up, stretched out his hand to remove the hands and feet of this ghost handler, and then pulled out the coffin nail on the other party's head and freed this ghost handler.

"Ahem......"

After the coffin nail was removed, Ah Gui came back to life, retched for a while, spit out the hair in his mouth, and coughed violently.

The blood hole in his head was still oozing blood, and his face was extremely pale, if it weren't for the supernatural power to save his life, such a serious injury, he would have died a long time ago. The other party's hands and feet are now unloaded by the ghosts, and he can't even use the supernatural power, and he has completely lost the power to resist, as for surviving from the other party's hands, Ah Gui has no hope.

"What is this thing?" Yang Jian said calmly.

"This thing is called a music box, and when the box is opened, it won't be killed by ghosts." Ah Gui took a deep look at Yang Jian and said hoarsely.

All of this information is true, but it conceals the terrible aftermath of the music box curse. Whoever makes him have no way to live, he pulls whoever backs him.

Yang Jian was a little suspicious in his heart, and said indifferently: "Since this supernatural item is so powerful, why don't you use it?" ”

The doppelganger immediately said excitedly, a little incredulous: "This is the music box?" Are you telling the truth? ”

Ah Gui's face affirmed: "It's indeed called a music box." ”

The doppelganger has all the memories of Liang Xingyang, he knows the information of the music box, but he has never seen the true face of the music box. I didn't expect that the music box I needed was far away in front of me.

The clone laughed at this: "However, Yang Jian, this person is not honest. Opening the music box does protect the Ghost Rider from dying while the bell reverberates, but when the bell ends, the curse erupts, and the Ghost Rider dies. ”

Yang Jian's eyes were slightly cold, and he manipulated the headless ghost to take off Ah Gui's head, and Ah Gui, who was taken off his head, still did not die, but glared angrily at the clone.

The clone didn't care about this, and told Yang Jian his plan with a smile, but Yang Jian fell silent after listening.

Yang Jian's palm grasped the music box's hand because of the force, it was a difficult choice, with the curse of the music box to open the sixth layer of ghosts, restrain the starving ghosts, and then hang himself in front of the ghost mirror, waiting for the music box curse to explode, and then use the ghost mirror to complete the resurrection, perfect control of the headless ghost.

"It sounded perfect."

Yang Jian's eyes glowed faintly red, and he pursed his lips vigorously.

It's just that in the original plan to perfectly control the headless ghost, the music box was added, but the risk increased greatly, whether it was the mortal curse of the music box, or hanging himself with a ghost rope in front of the ghost mirror, any part of the plan failed, and he really completed suicide.

The doppelganger did not disturb Yang Jian, but left the time for Yang Jian to think about it.

It took about a minute or so.

Yang Jian grabbed the music box with a slight movement of his palm and opened a corner of the music box.

He faintly heard an ethereal, melodious ringing of a bell.

The curse of the music box is released.

An eerie ringtone makes up a short piece of music, and it goes on and on, and on and on, and on and on, and on and on, and it seems to never stop.

Yang Jian could hear things in his ears, but he felt that the sound was not echoing in his ears, but appeared directly in his mind.

Because there was no taboo in the discussion between the clone and Yang, Ah Gui's head was held in his hand by the headless ghost, and he looked incredulous after listening to it.

"You are the culprit who let this city fall, Li Jun will bite you Liang Xingyang is right, and you Yang Jian, don't be wrong again and again."

The doppelganger said in a cold tone: "Only by being alive is qualified to make noise." ”

Yang Jian ignored Ah Gui and manipulated the headless ghost to throw down the head in his hand.

Without the spliced limbs of the headless ghost, the supernatural can't protect Ah Gui for much time, and after a long time, he can't live at all.

The red light flashed away, and Yang Jian and his clone left the coffee shop.

"Don't go, come back to me." Gui's head rolled into a corner and shouted in despair.

The Mingzhen Garden Community is still shrouded in that thick haze, and there is a terrifying ghost wandering in it.

In the Scarlet Ghost.

The doppelganger nailed the headless ghost with a rusty coffin nail, allowing Yang Jian to take out his five ghost eyes from it.

Yang Jian regained control of the six ghost eyes in his body.

The clone then pulled off the nail from the coffin and aimed the head of a shriveled and rotting dead man at the headless ghost, which had just begun to move, and successfully restrained it.

After Yang Jian transferred the ghost eyes to himself, he immediately felt the recovery restlessness, and without hesitation, the six ghost eyes began to superimpose.

After the six ghost eyes were superimposed, the rich red light emitted seemed to ooze blood, and an extremely dazzling red light emanated from Yang Jian's body.

The sky was dyed scarlet, and the ghosts covered thousands of miles, and wherever the red light went, the thick and heavy haze was instantly dispelled, exposing the figures of the hungry ghosts wandering in the community.

The starving ghost seemed to be aware of it, and just made a motion to turn his head, but his steps suddenly stopped, and all his actions were frozen in the dazzling red light.

The world seems to stand still.

The clone was still, and even Yang Jian couldn't move in the stillness of the ghost, only the superimposed scarlet ghost eyes were still turning restlessly.

"It's now." Yang Jian roared in his heart.

The red light flashed away.

A rusty coffin nail disappeared from Yang Jian's hand and was transferred by the ghost to the starving ghost's chest.

The nails of the coffin sank deep into his chest, almost piercing the starving ghost.

Restarting against the sky can't withstand the momentary stillness.

The coffin nails vanished, a dazzling red light that was as rich as blood, as if it were an illusion, and disappeared.

Yang Jian quickly closed the five ghost eyes and dissipated the sixth layer of ghost snakes, but his body still felt a strong sense of recovery and restlessness, the flesh of his arm was suddenly torn out, and the seventh scarlet ghost eye grew out.

The doppelganger's expression froze, and he didn't react yet, after all, one second was really too short, Yang Jian had just superimposed the ghost eyes, and then a new ghost eye appeared.

"Huh? Noumenon! ”

The red light flashed away, and the doppelganger found that the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and there was a blue-black figure standing in front of him, which was the starving ghost who was nailed to the chest by a coffin nail.

"Bang."

The restriction of the coffin nails took effect, and the sound of a mirror completely shattering sounded.

Liang Xingyang suddenly collapsed to the end, his eyes were closed, his body was extremely stiff, and he had a lifeless breath. The wriggling blue-black bruise curse on his body suddenly turned into a cold aura and dissipated, turning back to a pale body without a trace of blood.

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