Mysterious resurgence

"Fang Shiming, are you dead?"

Yang Jian stood in this private office. He had already put away the strange hatchet in his hand. He did not dare to hold it anymore for fear of suffering an unknown curse.

Just now.

He indeed triggered the medium and stabbed Fang Shiming. According to his previous judgment, Fang Shiming should have been attacked by himself.

But Yang Jian was not sure that Fang Shiming was really dead.

After all, he didn't know where Fang Shiming was now. He couldn't see Fang Shiming's condition and couldn't tell whether this person was alive or dead.

"Wait here for a moment. If Fang Shiming dies, then he will definitely not appear again. If he is not dead, he will definitely take countermeasures in a short time when he was attacked by a strange hatchet just now. It is very likely that he will Curse me again through my photo.”

Yang Jian judged this in his heart, because according to his character, if he had not died, he would definitely go back with crazy revenge.

So he was waiting for Fang Shiming to fight back.

I had previously confirmed that I would not be killed by the ghost scissors when the music box was cursed, so I felt confident.

The ghost domain was not completely recovered. He only maintained the three-story ghost domain covering the Ping An Building and some surrounding streets. The scope was also reduced a lot.

"If Fang Shiming doesn't show up before dawn, then I can conclude that he has been killed by me." Yang Jian estimated in his mind.

So he was going to sit here and wait for dawn.

Although Yang Jian's approach was very safe, what he didn't know was that Fang Shiming had died after being chopped with a strange hatchet, and he died in an inconspicuous rural basement outside the city.

But as time passed, nothing happened on Yang Jian's side, and his thoughts gradually changed.

From doubting that Fang Shiming was still alive, to gradually believing that he might be dead.

Yang Jian looked at the time.

It's already four o'clock in the morning.

"Fang Shiming hasn't appeared yet and hasn't attacked me yet. Does that mean he's probably dead?"

Yang Jian seemed to have been sitting for a long time. He stood up and looked through the window at the quiet, brightly lit metropolis in the dead of night.

"So if Fang Shiming is dead, where will he die? He still has that pair of ghost scissors in his hand. If I don't take this away, I will have trouble sleeping and eating in the future."

Yang Jian frowned slightly at this moment.

It was certainly a good thing to trigger the medium from a distance and kill Fang Shiming directly, but it also left this hidden danger.

As long as the ghost scissors exist for a day, the previous curse attack may appear again. The only difference is that the next owner of the ghost scissors is no longer Fang Shiming, but another unknown ghost master.

Now he is not afraid of the curse of the ghost scissors because of the music box.

Once the curse of the music box was gone, he still couldn't resist the attack.

Just like the strange hatchet in Yang Jian's hand, it has the terrifying effect of almost killing with one hit.

Yang Jian pondered for a moment, but then shook his head slightly: "I can't control that much. There are endless weird curses in this world, and there are countless terrifying ghosts. If you can guard against the ghost scissors today, you may encounter even more terrifying ones next time." It’s impossible for me to eliminate all sources of supernatural beings.”

"Besides, I still have this hatchet in my hand, and I also have the ability to fight back. If I fight desperately, I won't be afraid of anyone."

Thinking of this, he gradually relaxed and didn't worry too much about the ghost scissors.

But this premise is that Fang Shiming must be completely dead. If he is not dead and jumps up again one day, then Yang Jian will be in trouble.

"It's not bright yet, keep waiting." Yang Jian continued to stand in front of the window and look outside.

Now, the headless ghost figure that he had chopped off with the weird hatchet in the Caesar Hotel has been spliced ​​together again, and his legs have regained the ability to move. Although his body is still dead, he can use the ghost again in the future. Ability to be repaired.

But these are minor issues.

The real big problem is the curse of the music box.

If Fang Shiming is sure to be dead after dawn, then Yang Jian will have to start thinking about solving the music box curse.

Although he had a few rough plans in mind for the curse of the music box, he was not sure whether it would be effective. After all, there was no precedent for this kind of curse to survive successfully before, so he could not learn from previous experience. You can explore on your own.

But at about five o'clock in the morning.

Yang Jian suddenly found that his ghost domain was showing signs of being invaded.

"Is it Fang Shiming?" He instantly became alert and was even ready to take out the hatchet again.

If Fang Shiming is still alive, he will swing his sword again, use up the last suppression quota, and do his best to kill this guy.

However, Yang Jian quickly discovered something was wrong.

What invaded his ghost domain was darkness, a darkness so thick that he couldn't even see his fingers. This darkness surged up from the downstairs of Ping An Building like thick ink. It seemed that he had discovered himself and came straight here.

"It's not Fang Shiming. Fang Shiming's ghost realm is not like this."

Yang Jian's expression changed, and he left the office and came to the top floor of Ping An Building.

It's a bit more open here, so it's suitable for hands-on activities.

The darkness eroded his three-layer ghost realm, making it impossible for him to see the opponent's situation clearly.

soon.

On the platform on the top floor, as the surrounding light dimmed, a person walked out from the depths of the rich darkness with slightly stiff steps.

"Are you Yang Jian?" A cold, indifferent voice sounded.

Yang Jian frowned and stared at that person. The face of the person in front of him was very familiar. When he saw the face clearly in the darkness, he couldn't help but shrink his eyes: "Ghost? No, that's not right. You are not a ghost, you are Wei Jing."

The man in front of him looked exactly like the ghost. If he hadn't spoken, he would have immediately thought that the ghost incident had happened again.

"You are right, I am Wei Jing, not a ghost."

Since the person who invaded Yang Jian's ghost domain was Wei Jing, who was already dead, he said, "Are you waiting for Fang Shiming?"

"How do you know?" Yang Jian looked at him warily.

Wei Jing said: "Professor Wang asked me to take this trip because I guessed that the fight between you and Fang Shiming would continue. But I didn't expect that it would end so quickly. You don't have to wait for him. Fang Shiming is already dead."

"Dead? How can you be sure." Yang Jian said.

"Headquarters has received the news. Although there is no evidence, the source is relatively reliable." After Wei Jing finished speaking, he threw out a photo.

The photo disappeared in mid-air, and the next moment it appeared in Yang Jian's hand.

Yang Jian looked at it.

The photo showed a dark basement. There was a corpse in the basement. The corpse was split in half from the middle. Blood splattered and dyed the surrounding area red. Although the corpse looked miserable, it could be vaguely identified. It's what Fang Shiming looks like.

"Where did he die?" Yang Jian immediately asked.

The news from the headquarters was so well-informed that he had already found Fang Shiming's location and got news of his death. If this was the case, he could try to recover the ghost scissors.

Wei Jing said: "I don't know."

"Are you not sure or don't want to say it?" Yang Jian said.

"I don't know, I just don't know."

Wei Jing said: "I'm here to inform you that Professor Wang wants to see you at ten o'clock this morning."

Yang Jian said; "I'm not interested. There is no need for me to meet him. In addition, I am also preparing to resign to the headquarters. I will leave here after today. If nothing else happens, I will not come back again."

"This is your business and has nothing to do with me. I'm just here to bring you a message." Wei Jing's face was still cold and numb, his eyes were empty and lifeless, like a dead person.

This state was very special, and Yang Jian felt the aura of ghosts on him.

What made him even more curious was that this Wei Jing should have been dead. Why was he still alive now? Could it be that some unknown changes have occurred during this period?

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't think too much. Instead, he was thinking about the meaning of Wei Jing's words just now.

To be honest, he was tired of this meaningless fight and didn't want to come into contact with people who made him feel disgusted. His purpose here was to survive and find a way to balance himself. Unfortunately, he succeeded, but... lost.

In his mind, the gain outweighs the loss.

Wei Jing didn't say much at the moment. He turned around and prepared to leave, but before leaving, he said, "Professor Wang has some ideas about the curse of the music box. You can go and listen to it."

When Yang Jian heard this, his expression couldn't help but move.

indeed.

The first person to study the music box curse was Wang Xiaoming. He has done many experiments and studied many topics, such as human skin lanterns, ghost candles, ghost coffins, and extended ghost recovery plans. Many of the experiments were very fruitful, of course. There are also many failed products, but no matter what, this Wang Xiaoming knows more information than anyone else.

"Want to take a trip?"

Yang Jian began to make calculations in his mind.

In fact, even if Wei Jing didn't say anything, he roughly guessed the purpose of letting him go this time.

It is nothing more than to completely quell the battle with the circle of friends and appease oneself, and as compensation, the headquarters will make some concessions accordingly.

"It has to do with the curse of the music box. I have to go there."

Yang Jian thought about it for a long time and understood in his heart that it was not the time for him to lose his temper, and some things had to be tolerated for the time being, but this time he would resign no matter what the headquarters said, and he would never be as easy to talk to as before.

And beyond that.

Yang Jian turned to look at his faded black arm.

You also need to ask Wang Xiaoming about this matter.

What kind of flaws did the coffin nails he copied originally have?

"Is it ten o'clock in the morning?"

Yang Jian looked at the time and saw that he no longer stayed in Ping An Building because Fang Shiming's death information had been confirmed and there was no point in staying here.

He had to deal with some things and recover his body.

I'm not in good condition today, so I'll just update. I'll make up for it tomorrow. Everyone go to bed early.