Liang Xingyang stayed in the villa to rest, and when he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he suddenly opened his eyes suddenly.

A strange wound appeared on his neck.

The crack was so big and deep that the neck seemed to be cut open, and the vertebrae snapped, and in an instant the blood from the wound gushed out and splattered onto the bed, staining the mattress and bedding all blood-red, and a dead head suddenly turned sideways, and rolled off the bed with a grunt, slamming heavily on the floor, making a dull sound.

All this came too quickly, without any warning, as if it had inadvertently triggered the killing law of the ghosts, and attacked Liang Xingyang in an incomprehensible way.

Liang Xingyang couldn't react, and his head detached from his body.

"Snort."

The lights in the room suddenly flickered,

Moment.

A blue-black haze enveloped the room, thick, heavy, and the haze slowly wriggled on the walls, like some kind of living thing.

In a dim, dead room.

A blue-black illusory figure sat up from the headless corpse, a pair of eyes as black as ink and no pupils containing terrifying ferocity.

The illusory figure stepped out of the corpse, taking with it the heart that never stopped beating at the heart of the corpse.

"Fang Shiming!"

Liang Xingyang turned his head and stared at his corpse, his eyes bursting with a ferocity that pierced through his bones.

If he hadn't become an alien, he would have had his neck cut off by the ghost scissors and died.

"Yang Jian ......" Liang Xingyang suddenly reacted, was he the first to be attacked by ghost scissors, or the second?

A blood-stained ghost newspaper flew out of the corpse's arms on the bed, and Liang Xingyang grabbed it in his hand.

"Woo~" The hunting yin wind howled, and the haze was blown away by the yin wind, spreading at an incredible speed, and the ghost went towards Shangtong Building.

He had to go to Yang Jian.

At this time.

Inside the office of Ping An Building.

Fang Shiming looked at the photo in his hand that he cut with scissors, and the crack in the photo corresponded to Liang Xingyang's neck.

The faded photograph is now a patch of red, as if it has been impregnated with paint, and this color makes the photograph of Liang Xingyang very unreal, and is gradually blurring, as if it is about to disappear from the photograph.

The next moment.

Liang Xingyang's figure really disappeared in the photo.

"Dead?"

"Such a waste, how did you kill Jiang Shangbai and them."

Fang Shiming's face showed doubts, the blurring and unclear characters in the photo reflected that the other party was using the ability of the powerful ghost to compete, but the powerful ghost controlled by the other party obviously could not protect the body, and was killed just by separating the head and body.

However, he remembered that the seven members of the circle of friends died at each other's hands, his smile slowly disappeared, and he slowly picked up the photo of Yang Jian on the table.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, he squinted his eyes slightly, looked around, and his body suddenly stiffened.

In the dimly lit office, a certain odor grew stronger, and several severely mutilated humanoid silhouettes suddenly appeared beside him, constantly moving, trying to cling to his body.

In addition, a child with a small body and a very large head swayed by, crawling rapidly. Countless human skins floated in the middle of the office, as if searching for something. Finally, there was a hint of non-existent drama, coming from all directions.

These are curses that must not be touched.

This is a side effect of the ghost scissors, and every time you use them, there is a chance that you will be contaminated with the curse on the ghost scissors.

The consequence is to be cursed, and this curse is like a ghost slave seal, and the ghost will come to the door one day.

Fang Shiming hurriedly covered his ears and didn't dare to listen to the sound, the sound curse was the easiest to trigger. As he moved, a sudden cold aura swirled around him, and the flying human skins seemed to have discovered something and floated towards the desk.

At this moment, a strange rag doll was quickly thrown on the desk by Fang Shiming.

The crumpled rag doll quickly got up from the ground, twisted its head, as if to look at its surroundings, and looked around with great curiosity.

However, because his body was stained with Fang Shiming's blood.

This weird rag doll replaced Fang Shiming's existence, and was about to attack his cursed human skin, when he turned around strangely and flew towards the rag doll.

The rag doll looked left and right, and found the human skin on the top of its head, and it ran away, but the human skin flew very fast, and the next second it directly touched the rag doll, completing the curse connection.

The rag doll didn't feel anything, it still opened its short legs and continued to run, it was very fast, glanced at Fang Shiming secretly, and got out of the office through the crack in the door.

After the human skin touched the rag doll, the other curses were slowly fading, and now vanished.

Fang Shiming muttered, "It's really unlucky. ”

I somehow triggered the cursed human skin, and wasted one of his substitute death dolls, if there is a ghost candle, the situation will be better, at most a little candle can be resisted.

Soon, this human-skinned ghost will come to Dajing City, and he can only pray that this ghost is not too terrifying, otherwise he will have to mourn for the headquarters for a few seconds.

Fang Shiming breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the ghost scissors again and moved towards Yang Jian's photo, the scissors cut the photo horizontally, and the aim was still the neck.

The scissors did not have any obstacles, followed the photo, cut off Yang Jian's neck, the photo quickly faded, from bright color to old, and then re-stained with blood, Yang Jian's figure was dim in blood and disappeared......

After Fang Shiming did all this, he didn't pay attention to the situation of the photo anymore, but paid attention to the office.

Another gust of wind blew, and the mutilated limbs reappeared, still close to him, this time touching them as long as he moved.

This time, though, there were a few more rolling white balls, a few broken fingers wriggling on the floor, and even strands of wet hair hanging down from the cracks on the ceiling in the room, and droplets of water dripping down the floor with a clattering sound.

The curse was changed.

No one knew how many curses were contaminated with this ghost scissors, Fang Shiming was already surprised, his body stiffened, and he maintained a motionless posture.

It seemed that it had taken a long time for these curses to slowly disappear, and this time Fang Shiming was lucky to bear it and was not contaminated with the curse.

"Huh? He didn't die. Fang Shiming's face became solemn, he didn't expect Liang Xingyang to be killed by a pair of scissors, but this Yang Jian didn't die.

In the photo, although Yang Jian's body is completely covered, his head is still clearly visible.

"Again, this time cut the head open."

Fang Shiming gritted his teeth and replaced it with a new photo of Yang Jian, because there were incomplete photos that could no longer be used.

He picked up the ghost scissors again, hesitated as he cut them, thought for a moment and took out a substitute doll from his bosom and was always ready.

He believed that two times was enough to kill Yang Jian completely, and there was no chance of survival. Even if you don't die, you will be resurrected.

The scissors start from above, cut the blank space at the edge of the photo, and quickly approach the head of the person in the photo, splitting it in two.

Suddenly, the office was cloudy, and two white lanterns hung on the ceiling at some point, swaying by the wind, and the slightest drama reappeared.

Fang Shiming's face was gloomy, he had just fought with Ye Zhen, he was on the verge of resurrection, and he must not be contaminated with this terrifying curse.

A smear of blood was smeared on the substitute for the dead doll, and the substitute for the dead doll Fang Shiming immediately covered his ears and opened his legs to run, but the result was shaky, as if he was going to fall asleep.

"Even the curse is so terrifying, the horror level of this ghost must be very high, and the ghost must not be allowed to find the Ping An Building."

Fang Shiming immediately got up, picked up the rag doll and walked to the window, carefully avoiding the black leather shoes bouncing on the ground, stepping over a frosty corpse that was blocking the road and exuding cold, and finally came to the window.

The yin wind with a strong smell of corpses blew around him, and the sleepy substitute doll quickly left the Ping'an Mansion for seven kilometers, which was the limit distance of the Yin Wind Ghost.

By the time Fang Shiming turned around, the other curses had already dissipated.

"It's really unlucky, I cut it three times, and it consumed two of my dead dolls."

Fang Shiming couldn't help but complain, looked at the photo on the table, suddenly his eyes bulged in shock, and he roared in a low voice: "How can you not die!" ”

I saw that Yang Jian in the photo was almost covered with blood, but a head was still clearly visible, which proved that the other party was not dead at all.

Dachang City.

A rich red light enveloped the Shangtong Building, and Yang Jian's headless corpse fell to the ground, and a strange bell was echoing in his broken head.

A thick blue-black haze surged over and broke into the ghostly snake of the ghost's eye.

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