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"Hey, hey, Yang Jian, what are you talking about? What did you want to say just now? Hey"
In the headquarters, Cao Yanhua, who was on the phone, found that there was no sound coming from Yang Jian's side. He stopped talking 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? Hello."
Cao Yanhua yelled several times, but Yang Jian's voice never came from the phone.
He frowned, subconsciously thinking that Yang Jian should have let go of the phone on purpose, and didn't want to continue talking with 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 must stabilize him and let him not go out to make troubles tonight. I will continue to negotiate with people in the circle of friends and let him trust me once. I will definitely be able to do it before tomorrow morning." Give him a satisfactory answer." Cao Yanhua put down the phone, and he instructed Liu Xiaoyu in the wiring room.
"Okay, I will try my best to persuade Yang Jian." Liu Xiaoyu nodded to express his understanding.
"Really, all of them are worrying." Cao Yanhua had a terrible 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 it's impossible not to pay attention to this matter. Although Yang Jian is only one person, the incident is very big.
After Cao Yanhua left, Liu Xiaoyu had no choice but to continue to work overtime to contact Yang Jian, trying to stabilize Yang Jian.
But what they didn't know was that it wasn't that Yang Jian suddenly stopped speaking during the phone call, but that he was attacked by some unknown supernatural being, and he couldn't control the unfinished call anymore.
On a street near the Ping An Hotel.
A very strange scene appeared here. The whole street, together with the nearby buildings, as well as the vehicles and pedestrians on the road, were all shrouded in a layer of rich red light. This layer of red light seemed to become the street. The whole, changing the color of everything, even the sky is covered.
"What's going on, what happened." Someone looked around in surprise, obviously shocked by this sudden change.
"Am I dazzled? Everything here has turned red, did some special astronomical spectacle happen?" Someone also looked up at the sky, wanting to confirm their guess.
"This road is not right."
However, the drivers who were driving on the road were inexplicably panicked, because they found that no matter how hard they drove, they could not leave this street. Variety.
This is an incomprehensible weird imagination.
The people on the whole street began to panic slightly.
But all of this is irrelevant to Yang Jian now, he is in a terrible state, lying on the sidewalk by the side of the road, with a hideous gash in his neck, blood gurgling out, short In a short moment, the surrounding ground has been dyed red.
However, his head rolled slightly to the side, and was not connected to his neck.
With such a scene, the already frightened pedestrians around fled away, no one dared to approach,
Although Yang Jian's head rolled down next to his body, he is still conscious and his thinking is still clear. His eyes are slightly opened, showing a somewhat unbelievable look of astonishment.
It's just how long can a person's head retain consciousness after leaving the body?
Three seconds? five seconds? Or ten seconds?
But no matter what, the remaining time of this consciousness is quite short, because in the case of a large amount of blood loss and lack of oxygen, people will lose consciousness very quickly.
Yang Jian is no exception.
There is nothing wrong with him being a ghost master, but not all ghost masters can survive without their heads.
Feng Quan can.
Because Feng Quan's entire body has been eroded by the strange grave soil, the body is full of mud, and there is no trace of flesh and blood of a living person.
Wang Xiaoming's younger brother, Wang Xiaoqiang, is also fine, that's because his body is a ghost, and he is just a broken body parasitic on the ghost's body, which has already left the shape of a living person.
But Yang Jian can't, because most of his body is still in the category of living people, and he hasn't been corroded too much by ghosts.
This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.
The body of a living person represents health, represents the spiritual stability of the ghost master, and also represents fragility and extremes.nbsp;Even if he is not dead, the ghost must be revived.
The result is doomed.
Fang Shiming's withered palm moved slightly, and the photo immediately changed the same as before. The brightly colored photo suddenly faded and became old. This was the curse of the ghost scissors. Shapes begin to blur, and a layer of red paint stains the photo.
The curse reflects the situation of people in some photos. The blurring of the photos and the unclearness of the characters represent that the person is using some kind of ghost's ability to fight.
It's a pity that the ability of this kind of ghost is still a lot worse.
The people in the photo did not disappear, and the layer of red dye that suddenly appeared did not completely blur the photo.
The scissors in Fang Shiming's hand smoothly cut a hole in the photo without any hindrance or influence. Although the gap continued to spread and move forward, the gap soon reached the position of Yang Jian's forehead in the photo.
He cut it horizontally, so this crack can completely tear Yang Jian's head apart from the point above the eyebrows.
As for a ghost master, if he could survive turning his head around, then if his brain was split open, he would surely die.
Fang Shiming's movements were slightly slower than before, and his withered palms trembled slightly, because he had already seen the pale dead head on the table and opened his eyes.
There seemed to be a cold wind blowing around the neck behind him, as if someone was breathing from behind.
Tread!
In the not-so-big office, in the depths of darkness, there was a clear sound of footsteps. As soon as the sound of footsteps appeared, it seemed to be walking towards this side.
Some ghosts seemed to be aware of Fang Shiming's existence, and began to approach him.
Bear the curse of the ghost scissors and attract unpredictable ghosts.
Even so, Fang Shiming will kill Yang Jian.
But in this short period of less than ten seconds, Yang Jian, who had become a corpse on the street covered by ghosts, made his own choice when he took advantage of the last bit of consciousness left in his head.
The arm of the headless corpse twitched at this moment, and the red ghost candle in his hand had been loosened and fell to the ground.
This action shows that Yang Jian gave up lighting the ghost candle.
Then the arm twisted half a circle in an unreasonable way, reached out to touch a certain pocket of the jacket, and took out a golden box.
The golden box was opened, and inside was a wooden music box, the red paint on it was mottled and peeled off, as if decades had passed.
He didn't choose to bet his life on the surrogate doll, but stuck on this music box with a terrible curse.
But now, Yang Jian's eyes are gradually closing, and the ghost under his head is still connected to the corpse, which allows him to control the ghost to move his body for a short time and make some small movements that he can do now .
"Hit, open it." He was about to lose consciousness.
Unwilling to close his eyes and stare at the movements of his body, he wants to open the music box at the last moment to release this curse that can make people immortal.
At the same time, a crack appeared on Yang Jian's forehead.
The previous creepy attack came again
Can't escape, can't stop, even the superposition of four layers of ghost domains can't be avoided.
Ka
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.
Exactly the same as before.
His head was completely cut in half by this strange attack.
Just vaguely, Yang Jian heard an ethereal, pleasant bell ringing next to his ears.
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