Hey, hey, Yang Jian, what did you want to say just now? Hey......"

In the headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was on the phone, found that there was suddenly no sound from Yang Jian's side, and he didn't continue to speak halfway through the conversation, and the phone was not disconnected, and the signal was not affected in any way.

"Yang Jian, are you still there? Hey. ”

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

He frowned, and subconsciously thought that Yang Jian should have deliberately let go of the phone and didn't want to continue talking to him, after all, he was not satisfied with the explanation just now.

"Liu Xiaoyu, you continue to connect with Yang Jian, no matter what, you have to stabilize him, let him not go out to do things tonight, I will continue to negotiate with the people in the circle of friends, let him trust me once, and I will definitely be able to give him a satisfactory answer before tomorrow morning." Cao Yanhua put down the phone, and he instructed Liu Xiaoyu in the wiring room.

"Okay, I'll try to persuade Yang Jian. Liu Xiaoyu nodded to understand.

"Really, all of them are uncomfortable. Cao Yanhua had a headache, he still had a lot of things to do, and it was impossible to put all his energy on dealing with Yang Jian alone.

It's just that if you don't pay attention to this matter, it's not good, although Yang Jian is just one person, but the trouble is very big.

After Cao Yanhua left, Liu Xiaoyu had to continue to work overtime to contact Yang Jian and strive to stabilize Yang Jian.

But what they didn't know was that Yang Jian didn't suddenly stop making a sound during the call, but that he had been attacked by an unknown supernatural and couldn't care about this unfinished phone call.

On a street near the Ping An Hotel.

There was a very strange scene here, the whole street, along with the nearby buildings, as well as the vehicles and pedestrians on the road, were all shrouded in a rich red light, which seemed to become the whole of the street, changing all the colors, even the sky was obscured.

"What's going on, what's going on. Someone looked around in surprise, apparently surprised by the sudden change.

"Am I dazzled? It's all red here, is there something special astronomical happening?" and some people looked up at the sky, trying to confirm their guesses.

"This way, something is wrong. ”

However, the drivers driving on the road were inexplicably a little panicked, because they found that no matter how they drove forward, they could not leave the street, the road was still the same road, and the speed of the car was the same as before, but the surrounding scenery did not change at all.

It's a weird imagination that can't be understood.

The whole street began to panic slightly.

But all this is inconsequential to Yang Jian now, his current state is very terrifying, the whole person is lying on the sidewalk on the side of the road, a hideous opening is broken in his neck, blood is gushing out, and the surrounding ground has been stained red in a short time.

His head rolled slightly to the side, not connected to his neck.

In such a scene, the pedestrians who had been frightened fled away, and none of them dared to approach.

Although Yang Jian's head rolled down next to his corpse, he was still conscious, and his thinking was still quite clear, and his eyes opened slightly, revealing a look of disbelief and consternation.

It's just that how long does a person's head retain consciousness after it leaves the body?

Three seconds, five seconds, or ten seconds?

However, the time for which this consciousness remains is quite short, because with a large amount of blood loss and lack of oxygen, the person will lose consciousness very quickly.

Yang Jian is no exception.

There's nothing wrong with him being a ghost handler, but not all ghost handlers can survive without a head.

Feng Quan.

Because Feng Quan's entire body has been eroded by the strange grave soil, his body is full of dirt, and there is no trace of flesh and blood of a 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 shell parasitic on the ghost's body, and he has already escaped from the fan of the living.

But Yang Jian couldn't, because most of his body still belonged to the category of living people, and he hadn't been eroded too much by powerful ghosts.

This is both a plus and a flaw.

The body of a living person represents health, the mental stability of the ghost rider, and the vulnerability and susceptibility to death.

However, Yang Jian overcame the defects caused by the body of the living, because he controlled the headless ghost, which could make the headless ghost attach to the body when it was dangerous, so that the body could retain the health of the living while also having some of the characteristics of the ghost.

It's just that the headless ghost is flawed.

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

As long as Yang Jian's head hits the ground, he will really die, just like ordinary people.

Now Yang Jian didn't have time to think about why the sudden attack on him just now was aimed at his neck, and he didn't have time to think about why this kind of weird attack could ignore the blocking of the four-layer ghost domain, and even the headless ghost couldn't be spliced back.

"I have to find a way to live...... "He has only one thought in his head now, and that is to live.

Other than that, it wasn't for him to think about it, because there was no time left.

He didn't know how long his consciousness could exist when his mind left his body, but he knew that once he closed his eyes, all his efforts and experiences from the seventh middle school to the present were in vain.

Yang Jian didn't want to die, he had a strong desire to survive like any ordinary person.

If he had suicidal thoughts, he would have died as early as when he was in Dachang City.

Light a ghost candle to isolate all the spirits around you, and then use this time to find a way to piece back your head with a headless ghost?

Or hurry up and use the substitute doll to block all the deadly attacks at this critical time?

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

Three choices, this is the best way 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 that terrible attack, maybe the death doll can only delay the time of death, or maybe the music box from the headquarters is not as powerful as imagined.

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 and heavier, everything in front of him gradually became dim, and his thoughts seemed to be silent in the dark...... He was dying, and at most he had a few seconds of consciousness left, and he could only do one thing at this last moment.

And at the moment.

Inside the office of Ping An Building.

The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand fell on a very ordinary photo again, this photo is exactly the same as the photo that was cut out before, it is a copy, the content of the photo has not changed in the slightest, and it is also a full-body photo of Yang Jian.

As for the cut photo, he didn't continue to use it because it was incomplete and couldn't trigger the killing law 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 were aimed at Yang Jian's head in the photo.

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

If this isn't dead....... Fang Shiming looked around slightly.

In the dark office, the smell became stronger and stronger, and several mutilated humanoid silhouettes stood beside him, and even on the basis of his body, there was no complete piece of paper in sight on the desk in front of him, which was soaked in blood and covered with all kinds of mutilated limbs.

There were pale heads with closed eyes facing this side, cracked legs standing there strangely, and broken fingers that seemed to be squirming slightly.

Hidden inside these mutilated things are real ghosts.

Once he touches the real ghost, then Fang Shiming will have to bear the terrible curse from the ghost scissors.

What the consequences will be, Fang Shiming doesn't know, but it will definitely not be a good thing.

So using the ghost scissors twice in a short period of time is already his limit, if you cooperate with the ghost candle, you can resist the weirdness around for a while, and then you can increase the chance to use the ghost scissors twice before the ghost candle is extinguished.

But Fang Shiming didn't have a ghost candle in his hand for the time being, so after the second time, no matter what the result was, he would stop using the ghost scissors.

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

Even if you don't die, you have to revive the ghost.

The result was predestined.

Fang Shiming's dry palm moved slightly, and the photo immediately changed the same as before, the brightly colored photo suddenly faded and became old, which was the curse of the ghost scissors, and then the figure of Yang Jian on the person in the photo began to blur, and a layer of red paint polluted the photo.

The curse reflects the situation of the person in some of the photographs, and the blurriness and ambiguity of the person in the photograph indicate that the person is using some kind of ghostly ability to counteract.

It's a pity that the ability of this ghost is still a lot worse.

The people in the photo have not disappeared, and the sudden appearance of red dye has not completely blurred the photograph.

The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand smoothly cut a hole in the photo without any obstacle or influence, although this crack continued to spread forward, and soon the crack came to the position of Yang Jian's forehead in the photo.

He cut it horizontally, so the crack could tear Yang Jian's head a little above his eyebrows.

And a ghost rider, if he can survive after turning around, then if even his brain is cracked, he should definitely die.

Fang Shiming's movements were slightly sluggish compared to before, and his dry palms trembled slightly, because he had already seen that the miserable white dead man's head on the table had opened his eyes.

There seemed to be a cold wind blowing from the neck behind him, as if someone was breathing in the back.

Stompe!

In the small office, in the dark depths, there was a clear sound of footsteps, and as soon as this footstep appeared, it seemed to be walking towards this side.

Some ghosts seemed to sense Fang Shiming's presence and began to approach him.

Bear the curse of the ghost scissors and invite unpredictable ghosts.

Even if this is the case, Fang Shiming will kill Yang Jian.

But in this short period of less than ten seconds, on the street covered by the ghost domain, Yang Jian, who had become a corpse, made his choice while taking advantage of the last bit of residual 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 shows that Yang Jian has given up lighting the ghost candle.

Then the arm twisted half a circle in an unreasonable way, reached for a pocket of the jacket, and took out a golden box.

The golden box was opened, and inside was a wooden music box with red paint mottled and peeling, as if decades had passed.

Instead of gambling his life on the death doll, he plugged it in the music box with a terrible curse.

However, now, Yang Jian's eyes were gradually closing, and the ghost shadow under his head was still connected to the corpse, which allowed him to still control the ghost shadow to move his body for a short time, and make some small movements that he could do at the moment.

"Hit, turn it on. "His consciousness was about to dissolve.

Unwilling to close his eyes and stare at the movements of his body, he wants to open the music box at the last moment and release this curse that can make people immortal.

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

The gruesome attack from before is back......

There is no way to escape, it can't be blocked, and there is no way to avoid even the superposition of the four layers of ghost domains.

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 crack on Yang Jian's forehead intensified again.

It's exactly the same as before.

His head had been cut in half by this strange attack.

Just faintly, Yang Jian heard an ethereal, pleasant bell ringing in his ears.

The Music Box Curse is released.