In the afternoon, Yang Jian spent most of his time wandering around the city, after all, the ghost painting operation had already begun, and it was somewhat unreasonable for him to stay in the hotel and sleep at this time, so he decided to take a turn in order to cooperate with the action.

The results are clear.

Walking through several snack streets and food streets, everything is normal except for a little stomach support.

Sure enough, he was kicked out by Xiong Wenwen's parents at noon, but he didn't eat enough.

"It's almost time, let's get off work. Yang Jian looked at the time, it was almost six o'clock.

He felt that he would go back to the Ping An Hotel after work and continue today.

As long as there are no accidents in the last two days, he can return to Dachang City smoothly, although this business trip has encountered a lot of dangers and experienced several supernatural events, but at least the harvest is still there, and the main purpose has been completed.

Before going back and forth, he was trying to solve the problem of his own physical deterioration and the resurgence of ghosts.

Now he has harnessed the three ghosts to reach a very good state of balance, and then killed Gao Zhiqiang, taking away the ghost in his body, and the ghost can restore his body to a healthy state, which is better than expected.

In addition to this, there is also the acquisition of supernatural things, and the increase in the number of ghost candles in hand.

I believe that if there is no accident in the future, Yang Jian can survive for a long time.

And during this time, he has to do something he wants to do.

While thinking, he walked alone in the direction of the hotel.

And yet at the moment.

A deadly crisis has crept in.

In an office in Ping An Building.

Fang Shiming looked at the clock on his desk motionlessly, he was sitting there like a statue, and he had been sitting there for hours.

He has always lacked patience, and he can easily do it even if he sits here for a day.

After all, he is not an ordinary person anymore.

The sun fades earlier than in other seasons in winter.

The once bright office was now dark, and during this time, he did not get up to turn on the lights, and no employees from the company came in to disturb him, and the surroundings were unusually quiet.

I don't know how long I've been sitting in a dimly lit office.

It wasn't until the clock on the table reached 5:55 that Fang Shiming moved.

He slowly reached out and took out a box from his clothes.

This box is not big, just a little larger than the size of a normal mobile phone, and the color is eye-catching gold, because the material used to make this box is gold.

Only gold can isolate all supernatural beings, which is a common sense in supernatural circles.

The box was welded to death, leaving not a single gap.

Fang Shiming took out a knife and made a cut along the box, and the golden box that had been sealed for a long time was opened.

As soon as it opens.

The dimly lit office immediately became a little cold, and the air smelled faintly rancid, as if something had rotted.

Inside the box was a pair of scissors.

The style of the scissors is very old, not a modern style, it is the style of the Republic of China, I don't know if this thing has been buried in the mud for a long time, and the black stains on it linger, I can't tell whether it is rust or stained with something that should not be contaminated.

The most bizarre thing is that the handle of the scissors is wrapped around the dense black hair, and some of the hair roots are even connected to the scalp.

The stench of decay seems to be coming from here.

Ghost Scissors!

Fang Shiming called this thing like this, which was simple and just right, because this thing was obtained from a ghost in a supernatural event.

"I really don't want to touch this thing. ”

He frowned, as if there was some kind of taboo about using this weird pair of scissors, so he didn't dare to use it casually, so he could only lock it up in a golden box and carry it with him.

But......

Looking at the photo of Yang Jian on the table.

Fang Shiming knew that this ghost-eyed Yang Jian was not easy to kill, if he slammed head-on, he might be able to win, but he would definitely be dragged by Yang Jian to the point of reviving the ghost, and there was a great possibility of dying together in the end.

But Yang Jian can't kill him.

It's not just that he is a threat, but he already knows about the existence of ghost scissors, and even asks Jiang Shangbai for this condition.

This touched Fang Shiming's bottom line, so his attitude was very resolute, and there was no possibility of wavering, even if Cao Yanhua was putting pressure on himself in the afternoon, he would kill this Yang Jian today.

"It's a pity that I can't get the coffin nail, otherwise it would have been more beneficial to me if the two things restrained each other. Fang Shiming's gaze moved slightly.

The time came to 5:59.

There was still a minute to go, and it was six o'clock.

Fang Shiming didn't move the scissors, but picked up a pen and wrote two words on Yang Jian's full-body photo: Yang Jian.

Real name, full body photo, this is the way to trigger the law of ghost scissors killing.

At least that's how Fang Shiming figured it out.

Therefore, the threat of this thing falling into the hands of people is far greater than the threat of falling into the hands of ghosts.

Otherwise, Fang Shiming would not have been able to obtain this supernatural thing from the ghost in the first place.

"It's time, it's time to send you on your way. Yang Jian. Fang Shiming saw that the time had come to six o'clock.

Without any hesitation, he took off the gloves in his hands, revealing a pair of terrible hands, which seemed to be from a dried corpse, the dark brown skin was clinging to the bones, and all the flesh and blood had disappeared, and it was extremely infiltrating to see.

But even if the hands have become like this, they still do not affect their use, and they can still move.

Fang Shiming reached out and grabbed the ghost scissors.

Immediately.

The darkness around them deepened, and the entire office was shrouded in darkness.

Tick, tick!

The sound of dripping water echoed around them, and the stench of decay in the air grew stronger, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

The most bizarre thing is that in this deepening darkness, several black shadows swayed and gradually took shape, turning into the outline of a corpse...... The corpse was mutilated, some missing arms, some missing heads, and some missing legs.

But despite this, these strange mutilated black shadows were constantly moving closer to Fang Shiming.

Fang Shiming held the ghost scissors in one hand, and picked up Yang Jian's photo with the other.

It's just that when he picked up the photo at this time, the back of the photo was already covered with sticky blood, his eyes moved slightly, and at such a close distance he saw a miserable white head on the desk, and the blood from the bottom of the neck flowed out, gradually covering the entire desktop.

Not only that, but when his feet moved slightly, it was as if he had stepped on something.

It was cold and soft, like stepping on a corpse.

"The curse of the ghost scissors has deepened. ”

In the face of everything strange in the office, Fang Shiming's expression was very calm, and he was not even moved at all, he still did his own thing in an orderly manner.

This level of curse can't kill him.

The scissors fell on the photo with Yang Jian's name written on it, and the originally brightly colored photo suddenly became stale at this moment, and a layer of black shadow shrouded it, and the bright color seemed to be fading rapidly.

The picture is cut open little by little, and an eerie curse begins to spread.

At this moment.

Walking on the streets of the city, Yang Jian, who was walking on the road, was talking to Cao Yanhua.

"Yang Jian, my side has put pressure on the people in the circle of friends, they rejected your request and did not agree to take out that thing, but you can mention other conditions casually, gold, industry, company...... If it's money, you can also boldly quote a number, and they will try to be satisfied. ”

"Perfunctory, this is pure perfunctory, I know that the people in the circle of friends are very rich, a group of top consortia, the capitalists spare no effort to inject capital behind the scenes, and the funds are not important to them at all. Yang Jian said: "I said that I need a reply before six o'clock, but this answer is obviously not very satisfactory. ”

"Yang Jian calmed down first, this is at least a good start, how can the negotiation reach the requirements all at once. Cao Yanhua continued to persuade: "If you believe me, I can continue to negotiate and put pressure on you, but the premise is that you don't mess around, the headquarters doesn't want you to fight with the people in the circle of friends at this juncture." ”

"We don't have the resources to deal with ghost paintings and your affairs at the same time. ”

"It's not my fault, it's theirs, and I shouldn't be responsible. Yang Jian said: "And your set doesn't work for the people in the circle of friends, if it has an effect, it won't give you an answer until now, this is delaying, I have a hunch that the people in the circle of friends will not stop at me, they are planning to take revenge on me." ”

"You are delusional, they will never dare to do it, I can assure you. Cao Yanhua said righteously.

The circle of friends is very powerful, but the bigger the power, the more scruples there are, but it is Yang Jian who fights alone is the most dangerous, and he is reckless at all when he does things.

"Yes, it's a pity that I don't dare to gamble with you with my life. Yang said.

Cao Yanhua hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "You go back to the hotel to rest tonight, don't fight again, give me a little time, and I will ask them to agree to your request by tomorrow morning." ”

"You can't promise it, but ......" Before Yang Jian finished speaking, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

I don't know why, but at this time, I suddenly had a strong sense of crisis.

Seems...... There are ghosts around you.

Yang Jian looked around vigilantly, observing any passers-by around him, his whole body was tense to the extreme, and even the ghost eyes had been secretly opened.

However, nothing was found.

"Delusion? Or am I too sensitive?" he frowned deeply.

However, he was cautious, and he still felt that he should leave this area first, in case he was involved in the ghost painting incident in a daze, he would be unlucky.

But just as he was about to take a step.

Suddenly, a strange crack appeared on his neck.

The crack was so big and deep that it almost tore open his entire vertebrae, and in an instant, blood gushed out, splashing onto several pedestrians around him, and his head lost its support and hung down weakly.

"Gurgle, cluck......"

Blood poured out, blocking Yang Jian's throat, his body staggered to the ground, and his brain instantly felt dizzy.

All this came too quickly, without any warning, as if it had inadvertently triggered the killing law of a certain ghost, and attacked Yang Jian in an incomprehensible way.

But at this moment, Yang Jian didn't have time to think about this, just if his neck was split in half, he could still retain consciousness and react.

Moment.

The skin on his body continued to crack, his strange eyes opened, and the entire surrounding street was immediately shrouded in a layer of red light.

And the intensity of the red light intensified in an instant.

Four-layer ghost domain, Yang Jian opened the four-layer ghost domain at this moment, and pulled the entire connection into his own ghost domain.

It's too late for him to choose people and things now, and he can't care if the shadow doesn't affect reality.

The moment the ghost domain opened, the black shadow behind him where he was lying on his stomach moved.

The black shadow stretched out a palm to cover Yang Jian's cracked neck, as if to complete the wound.

Ghost has the ability to piece together corpses, even the body of a ghost can be pieced together, let alone a human body.

The cold breath seemed to invade the brain, which made Yang Jian feel refreshed, and the feeling of dizziness and lack of oxygen just now was immediately improved, if it was just a wound of this magnitude, he would not be able to die.

The survivability of the Ghost Rider is fully reflected in him.

However, the creepy sense of crisis has not yet dissipated.

But Yang Jian's emergency response measures had not yet come down, and he took advantage of the few seconds of waking time to immediately find a red ghost candle.

It doesn't matter what the situation is, as long as the ghost candle is lit, at least until this ghost candle is burned, he will be safe, even if it is an S-level ghost, he can survive for a while.

But he had just taken out the ghost candle, and he didn't even have time to light it.

Click!

Then the strange crack reappeared, and Yang Jian's entire neck was completely broken.

The headless ghost's stitching didn't work, and his neck left his body, his head rolling forward a little distance.

"How is this possible......" Yang Jian watched his headless body gush out of blood, his eyes shrank slightly, and he had a look of disbelief.

The four-story ghost domain, plus the ghost shadow, can't stop this weird attack?

Now.

Ping An Building's office.

Fang Shiming looked at the photo in his hand that had been cut open by him with scissors, the crack in the photo corresponded to Yang Jian's neck, but the photo that had faded had turned red, as if it had been impregnated with paint, this color made Yang Jian on the photo very unreal, and it was gradually blurring, as if it was about to disappear from the photo.

"Aren't you dead yet? ”

He moved the scissors again.

According to Fang Shiming's experience, cutting off the neck is the most effective way to kill people, because no one can lose their head and survive, and 99% of the ghost riders can't.

In addition, the neck occupies the least amount of space in the photo, so cutting the neck consumes the least, and it is not easy to deepen the curse of the ghost scissors.

"This time, cut off the head. ”

Fang Shiming pondered for a moment, since he had already decided to use the second scissor, he had to be completely and cut off all possibilities in Yang Jian.