The strange and terrifying ghost paintings are like the mythical paintings of mountains and rivers that condense thousands of miles of rivers and mountains into the scroll.

The small picture frame contains one strange and unpredictable place after another.

It's like a world of infinite horror being nurtured.

However, Zhang Xianguang wanted to use this to reopen the world and create a pure land on earth without evil ghosts.

But regardless of his original fate or at this moment, his plan was destined to fail.

Because a boy who is as taboo as a ghost is interfering.

On the gray-white foreign street, after casually throwing back the two corpses with strong stench.

Wu Nai slowly spoke.

His voice was as powerful as an ancient and heavy bronze bell roaring and stirring in the ancient temple, majestic and full of ancient vicissitudes.

But the effect of the detonation is like a terrifying death slowly crawling out from the depths of the earth, coming out like a wild dragon with the power of rules.

"Ahhhhhh!!"

Fang Shiming and others screamed in horror.

This is an unsolvable attack.

Without being noticed by anyone, Li Leping, who had just planned to make a sneak attack, immediately stopped his [Looking for Ghost] supernatural attack in the face of this attack.

Because it is no longer needed.

The battlefield has been dominated by one word, and the balance of victory has completely tilted.

"die!!"

Everyone heard the word [oracle].

This is an edict descended from the clouds, like an indestructible heavenly sword, conveying God's will on death and cutting.

Fang Shiming who was present was torn apart one by one from head to tail, and the ghosts on his body extended from head to crotch, and were smoothly divided into two.

All of them died in a short period of time.

Is the sound supernatural? This high school student is getting more and more terrifying... Lu Zhiwen was shocked by the scene in front of him.

After Fang Shiming took the [medicine], one face-to-face meeting could overwhelm him.

But in front of Wu Nai, he couldn't stand a single word.

It has to be said that only through personal experience can one know the terror of this young man. Since Mr. Qin, Wu Nai's era is gradually coming to an end.

"Wu Nai, you are impulsive. If you kill them all in one go, we won't be able to interrogate any more information. It will be more valuable to save this bastard's life first."

Lu Zhiwen climbed up from the ground with difficulty, looked at the wreckage on the ground and said regretfully.

"He's not dead..."

Wu Nai shook his head and smiled lightly: "If he had died, the ghosts in his body would have escaped long ago. Do you think I am strong enough to kill both humans and ghosts?"

"Yes, there is no ghost in the corpse, so... this is not Fang Shiming's true body. The real him is still hidden elsewhere!"

Lawrence Lu reacted immediately.

"Of course not. In addition, Fang Shiming lied. Wang Xiaoming should not be dead, at least not yet. Otherwise, your supernatural pen would not have guided you here..."

Wu Nai's eyes moved and continued to look at a certain corner of the city.

That is where the simple compass points, where Wang Xiaoming is now.

At the same time, Fang Shiming's fragments of powers and laws scattered here gathered crazily while breathing.

【Power 1】

【Power 1】

【Power 1】

[Contact ghosts at close range, collect the laws scattered around, and obtain new skills - Negative Yue! 】

[Negative Mountain: With this skill, you can turn your own power into an invisible mountain and exert it on your opponent. The ghost who cannot bear it will be killed on the spot. (Note: When you cast the skill, you can only affect one object at a time. The skill effect

Directly linked to the degree of alienation)]

[Power points: 310000.0]

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"He actually died... just died like that... I thought that after taking [the medicine], I would no longer be afraid of this high school student named Wu Nai."

In a dark and quiet office, the mummy-like Fang Shiming gritted his teeth and looked at the thin man in a white coat who was tied to a chair in front of him and said coldly:

"A whole five of me were killed, and the guy with the knife was really scary. Wang Xiaoming, is that the trump card played by your headquarters?"

"Who knows..."

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head, his face shrouded in shadow, and said hoarsely:

"But you're done, Fang Shiming, you idiot. From the moment you agreed to join that group of people and started planning against Wu Nai, you were doomed."

"No matter what the final outcome of this war is, it is not something you can provoke. You are complacent after taking [the medicine], thinking that you have become a perfect ghost master, but you don't know that this is just the residue thrown away by others."

"It's ridiculous. The man named Wu is indeed powerful, but do you really think he can defeat me..."

Fang Shiming reached out from his clothes and took out a completely welded gold box, and at the same time took out a sharp knife.

After cutting open the box that blocked out the supernatural power with a knife, the dark office immediately became cold.

"I still have some trump cards that I haven't shown yet, Professor Wang. I am indeed no match for Wu in a head-to-head confrontation, but the winner often sits behind the scenes, and only the chess pieces charge forward on the chessboard..."

While talking, Fang Shiming opened the box and revealed the contents.

That's an old pair of scissors.

The scissors were in the style of the Republic of China, as if they had been buried in rotting grave soil for a long time and were stained with lingering black stains.

The weirdest thing is the handle of the scissors, which is wrapped with dense circles of dead people's hair, and some of the hair strands even have brown skin attached to the ends.

The rotten smell spread from this center.

"I thought it was something. If you can only take out [Ghost Scissors]... you'd better run for your life."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said, "It's easy to cut people with this thing, but can you use it to cut ghosts? That boy is scarier than some ghosts."

"How will you know if you don't try..."

Fang Shiming picked up Wu Nai's photo from the table and said lightly:

"Mr. Qin is so powerful. He is respected as the number one in Asia. His headquarters governs the world and maintains the order of the country. In the end, it is not all those people from abroad who are killed. This scissor is a beginning. As long as Wu Nai dares to come,

, he will capsize.”

"What did those people leave for you specifically to target him?"

"Guess what, the extremely smart Professor Wang."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Fang Shiming's mouth. As he spoke, he picked up a pen, like a judge's pen used to write life and death records, and wrote two words on Wu Nai's full-length photo: Wu Nai.

Real name, complete body photo, this is the way to trigger the ghost scissors killing pattern.

"I hope you won't regret it..." Wang Xiaoming said coldly.

He watched Fang Shiming take off the gloves in his hands, revealing a pair of terrifying hands.

The dark brown skin of these hands clung to the bones, and all the flesh and blood had disappeared, exuding a strong corpse odor while holding the ghost scissors.

The next moment, the coldness intensified and the entire office was shrouded in darkness.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Along with the strong smell of blood, the sound of the bathroom faucet not being tightened echoed here.

The smell of decay in the air became stronger and stronger.

The most bizarre thing is that deep in this corner, which is like the dark side of the world, several black shadows appear out of thin air, and gradually take shape while swaying, turning into the outlines of corpses.

These corpses are all mutilated, some are missing arms, some are missing legs, and some are missing heads.

Despite this, these strange shadows are still approaching Fang Shiming.

This is the price of the ghost scissors, and those who hold the curse are also suffering from the curse.

"Wu Nai...it's time for reciprocity. How did you kill me just now? Now I will return it intact. Please die!"

Fang Shiming grinned, raised the scissors and began to cut the photo, starting from top to bottom.

At this time, a pale head that looked like it had been soaked in water appeared on his desk.

Black blood continued to overflow from the fracture under his neck, gradually covering the entire table.

Not only that, the touch under his feet also began to change from hard to soft.

It was like the marble floor had turned into a carpet of rotting flesh.

The curse of the ghost scissors deepens!

In the past, this situation would really give Fang Shiming a headache.
To be continued...