Two days passed.

Safe House No. 3 on the second floor of the sales hall.

In the center of the golden room was an ordinary wooden coffin, and on the table was an old blood-stained newspaper and an old music box that had been opened.

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, his body stood quietly in the safe house, listening to a strange and ethereal music in his head, and the ghost eyes watched the back of the terrifying wishing ghost in the corner, his face was unusually calm.

He greeted the headquarters and Wang Xiaoming, and borrowed the wishing ghost for a day. A wish is used, and the sticker drives the wishing ghost to stay in the room.

"Crunch."

The heavy golden door of the safe house was pushed open from the outside by a hand, and Liang Xingyang walked in from the outside.

"There is still an hour before the Vellum reveals the time when the music box ringtone curse erupts." Yang Jian raised his hand and looked at the golden watch, the time displayed on it was nine thirty.

He was the ringing curse he released after returning from the royal family's ancient mansion, and this curse would erupt at 10:30 p.m. today.

This time he didn't plan to escape the ringing curse of the music box, this weird, crisp, ethereal ringtone would end in his consciousness, pulling the consciousness of the ghost head to accompany the burial, so as to complete the alien plan.

Liang Xingyang stretched out his right hand, wisps of scarlet blood came out, and said calmly: "After completing the ghost shadow, the thousands of memories in the ghost shadow head will bring you intense pain, this process will take a while, and the plan must be carried out in advance." ”

As the blood wriggled, a head that was completely condensed from a pitch-black shadow was released, this was the ghost shadow head.

Stained with ghost blood, the ghost head was suppressed and fell into a deep sleep.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, looking at the ghost head's eyes with a hint of firmness, and strode over, followed by a dark shadow under his feet.

"Come on."

Yang Jian reached out and grabbed the ghost head and threw it into a black shadow on the ground.

"Here we go."

Liang Xingyang's face became solemn, and the blood stained on the ghost's head quickly flowed away and melted into the flowing blood in his body.

"Sneer~"

The lights in the safe house were affected by an unknown supernatural and suddenly flickered wildly.

Losing the suppression of the ghost's blood, the ghost's head seemed to shake for a moment, turning into a pool of rich inky shadows, gradually melting into the illusion and flowing into the black shadows on the floor.

And the headless ghost on the ground gradually grew the outline of a head.

The headless ghost became a complete ghost at this moment.

The puzzle of the ghosts was completed at this moment, and the level of terror rose in an incredible way.

With Yangma as the center, the surrounding area is covered by a layer of shadow, and the area of the shadow is constantly expanding and expanding.

Everyone in the safe house and the ghosts have been targeted by the ghosts.

Liang Xingyang's face was expressionless, and wisps of ghost blood flowed from his feet, forming a pool of blood on the floor.

He seemed to stand on the bottomless pool of blood, and the strange and distorted shadows spread over, and after touching this pool of blood, he was instantly hindered, as if the flowing water met a boulder, and he could not rush away, but could only go around.

In addition to him, the shadows could not penetrate the dim corner of the safe house, where a terrible ghost even more terrifying than a complete ghost was entrenched, and it was the wishing ghost.

The eeriely twisted and swaying shadows expanded, covering the room, but the golden door was closed so that the ghosts could not slip out.

Yang Jian looked at Liang Xingyang and the wishing ghost, then lowered his head slightly, feeling that the ghost under his feet began to invade his body in the opposite direction.

In the entire room, the only object that the ghost can attack is Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's body also has a huge temptation for the ghost, so the ghost is trying to control the ghost eyes and ghost hands in this body.

Yang Jian's slightly red eyes darkened, his pupils were invaded by a layer of deep darkness, and his blackened and stiff right hand was also covered with a thick black shadow.

Soon.

He suddenly felt a bone-chilling coldness descend on him, his body as if it was frozen, a terrible and cold consciousness was invading his mind, and consciousness was about to fall into darkness.

At this moment, the ethereal and crisp chime of the bell echoed, pulling his consciousness back in.

Under the protection of the music box bell curse, the ghost consciousness, Yang Jian consciousness, and the bell curse gradually fell into a state of entanglement.

"Ahh

After Yang Jian was invaded by the ghost, he trembled violently, and then held his mind with both hands, and let out a painful scream from his mouth, and fell to the ground like a prawn with a hunched back, his body twisting and struggling.

Only by surviving the pain of the fusion of these countless memories can bear fruit.

Ten minutes passed.

Yang Jian was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the swimming pool, and his clothes were soaked through with sweat.

Everything calmed down.

The crisp and ethereal music box ringtones overcame the ghost, preserving his consciousness amid the invasion of countless supernatural memories.

Yang Jian opened his eyes, and felt that in addition to the music box ringtone, there was another cold aura in his mind.

According to the plan, he knew that the ghost's consciousness and his consciousness were entangled with each other.

As a result, they will eventually be destroyed by the ringing curse of the music box, and they will both be destroyed and turned into nothingness together.

Yang Jian lay stiffly on the ground, his body stripped by the ghost, and he lost control of his body. This is due to the fact that the ghost has not succeeded in erasing his consciousness, so the attack continues, and because the curse of the music box has not succeeded for a long time.

An ingenious and fragile supernatural balance is established.

Liang Xingyang's face was calm, and there was an extra rusty coffin nail in his hand, and the coffin nail was thrown, nailing the shadow covering the ground, allowing Yang Jian to regain his mobility.

"I didn't expect it to be so painful, memories are intertwined, it's better to live than to die." The shadow in Yang Jian's pupils disappeared, revealing a faint red light, and he said with palpitations.

Liang Xingyang smiled: "But you have also gained the memories of others, and you have gained thousands of pieces of knowledge and experience. ”

"Let's take the next step." Yang Jian was very calm at the moment.

Liang Xingyang put away his smiling face and became a little more serious.

Yang Jian's plan is not just as simple as turning into a ghost, the ghost newspaper and the music box ringtone curse will also spell into the ghost shadow and become a part of the ghost.

The competition of multiple supernatural beings is the most dangerous, and the consciousness of the living is the most fragile among the four parties, and accidents are likely to occur.

Yang Jian approached the table and reached out to pick up the ghost newspaper placed on it.

Suddenly.

This newspaper puffed up a strange human face, as if it was blown up by something, and directly covered Yang Jian's face.

A layer of black shadow-covered hands quickly grabbed the old newspaper that seemed to be alive, and the newspaper writhed and struggled, and the strange human face on it let out a strange scream, as if a ghost was roaring, which made people creepy.

The next moment, the ghost newspaper was covered in a thick black shadow, and it was instantly quiet.

"I'm Yang Jian."

Yang Jian picked up the pen and wrote on the ghost newspaper, and this strange piece of paper was densely filled with names of all sizes.

The ghost newspaper contains a supernatural spirit that will always remind him of his identity, so that he can retrieve his memories in countless memories, and will not be reduced to memories in other people's minds.

"Now that everything is ready, let's get started."

Yang Jian glanced at Liang Xingyang, and then lay down in the wooden coffin, covering his face with the blood-stained old newspaper.

Moment.

The ghost newspaper stuck to the flesh and skin, directly covering his eyes, nose, and mouth, leaving only a facial outline on the outside.

"You'll wake up without a hitch."

Liang Xingyang said in a low voice, standing on the edge of the coffin, reaching out to retrieve his coffin nails.

The ghost, which was not restricted by the coffin nail, began to invade Yang Jian's consciousness again, and fell into a stalemate under the curse of the music box.

That's it.

Yang Jian, whose face was covered with bloodstained newspapers, lay cold and stiff in the wooden coffin, like a corpse, waiting to rot and stink.

Little by little, time passes.

Liang Xingyang raised his hand and glanced at the golden watch on his wrist, which showed the time as 10:29.

In the last minute, the curse of the music box will erupt, and Yang Jian's consciousness, the consciousness of the ghost shadow, and the consciousness of the ghost newspaper will all be destroyed.

It was incredibly quiet in the safe house.

As the second hand on the watch turned, it was 10:30.

In the coffin, Yang Jian's stiff body trembled slightly, and then there was no movement. Yang Jian's body, or corpse, is already a corpse, and some kind of supernatural change is taking place inside.

Wait for time to brew, and a new consciousness will awaken on the corpse.

Outside the door of the sales hall, a few uninvited guests came.

The leader was a man of about thirty years old, with a calm gaze and a bit of vicissitudes.

"I have been plotting for decades, one is to get out of the post office, and the other is to benefit the world, but I am really unwilling to usher in this result."

After the man finished speaking, a rusty knife appeared in his hand, and an extremely hideous expression appeared on his face.

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