"Fang Shiming, is he dead?"

Yang Jian stood in this private office. He had already put away the weird hatchet in his hand and did not dare to continue holding it in his hand, for fear of being subjected to an unknown curse.

Just now.

He did trigger the media and saw Fang Shiming's sword. According to his previous judgment, Fang Shiming should have been attacked by himself now.

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

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

"Wait here for a while. If Fang Shiming dies, then he will definitely not appear again. If he had not died, he was attacked by a strange hatchet just now and would definitely take measures in a short time. He is very likely to curse me again through my photos."

Yang Jian judged this in his heart, because according to his personality, if he was not dead, he would definitely take revenge in a crazy way.

So he was waiting for Fang Shiming to fight back.

I have previously confirmed that under the curse of the music box, I will not be killed by ghost scissors, and I am also fearless.

The Ghost Domain was not completely retracted. He only maintained the state of the three-story Ghost Domain, covering the Ping'an Building and some surrounding streets, and the scope was much smaller.

"If Fang Shiming did not appear before dawn, then I could conclude that he had been killed by me." Yang Jian estimated in his heart.

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

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

However, as time passed, nothing happened to Yang Jian, and his thoughts gradually changed.

From doubting that Fang Shiming is still alive to gradually believing in the fact that he may have died.

Yang Jian looked at the time.

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

"Fang Shiming has not appeared yet and has not attacked me. Is it highly likely that he will die?"

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

"So if Fang Shiming is dead, where will he die? He still has the ghost scissors in his hand. If this thing is not taken away, I will not be able to sleep or eat in the future."

Yang Jian frowned slightly at this moment.

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

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

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

Once the curse of the music box disappeared, he could still not resist the attack.

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

Yang Jian pondered for a moment, but shook his head slightly: "I can't care about that much. There are endless curses in this world, and countless terrifying ghosts. Today I was defending against ghost scissors. I might encounter something even more terrifying next time. I can't destroy all the sources of supernatural powers."

"Besides, I have this hatchet in my hand and I have the ability to fight back. If I really fight for it with my life, I won't be afraid of anyone."

He gradually relaxed when he thought about this, and he was not too worried about the ghost scissors.

But the premise is that Fang Shiming must die thoroughly. If he doesn't die and jumps up one day, then Yang Jian will be terrible.

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

Now, the headless ghost that he had been cut off by the weird hatchet in the Caesar Hotel was spliced ​​again, and his legs had regained their ability to move again. Although his body was still dead, he could repair it with the ability of the ghost again.

But these are all minor issues.

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

If Fang Shiming was sure to die after dawn, then Yang Jian would have to start thinking about solving the music box curse.

Although he had rough solutions to the curse of Music Box, he had no confidence in whether it would work. After all, this curse had no precedent for success before, so he could not learn from the experience of his predecessors and could only rely on himself to explore.

However, [Literature Museum] was about five o'clock in the morning.

Yang Jian suddenly found that his ghost domain was invaded.

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

If Fang Shiming was still alive, he would have another blow to consume the last quota of suppression and do his best to kill this guy.

However, Yang Jian soon discovered something was wrong.

What invaded his ghost realm was a darkness, so rich that he could not see his fingers. The darkness surged up from the downstairs of the Ping'an Building like thick ink, as if 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 moved, he left the office and came to the top floor of Ping An Building.

It is more open here, and it is also suitable to do it.

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

soon.

At the platform on the top floor, as the surrounding light dimmed, a person walked out slightly stiffly in the deep darkness.

"Are you Yang Jian?" A cold, indifferent and without any emotion sounded.

Yang Jian frowned, and he stared at the man. The person in front of him looked very familiar. When he saw the face clearly from the darkness, his eyes couldn't help but shrink: "Ghost Guy? No, no, you are not Ghost Guy, you are Wei Jing."

The man in front of him was exactly the same as a ghost messenger. If he hadn't spoken, he would have thought that the ghost messenger incident had happened again at the first time.

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

Since the person who invaded Yangjian Ghost Realm was Wei Jing, who had already died, he said: "Are you waiting for Fang Shiming?"

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

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

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

"The headquarters has received news. Although there is no evidence, the source of the news is still relatively reliable." Wei Jing finished speaking and threw out a photo.

The photo disappeared in the air and appeared in Yang Jian's hands the next moment.

Yang Jian looked at it.

The photo shows a dim basement, with a corpse in the basement. The corpse split into two halves from the middle, and blood splattered, dyeing the surrounding area red. Although the corpse looks terrible, it can be vaguely recognized that this should be Fang Shiming's appearance.

"Where was he dead?" Yang Jian asked immediately.

The news from the headquarters is so well-versed that he has found Fang Shiming's location and has also obtained the news of his death. If so, he can try to recycle ghost scissors.

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

"Do you don't know or don't want to say it?" Yang Jian said.

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

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

Yang Jian said, "I don't have any interest, I don't need to meet him. In addition, I am also planning to resign from the headquarters. I will leave here after today. If nothing unexpected happens, I will not come again."

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

This state is very special, and Yang Jian felt the aura of a ghost in him.

What made him even more curious was that Wei Jing should have died, so why is he still alive now? Did he have any unknown changes during this period?

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't think much about it. 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 did not want to contact some people who made him feel disgusted. His purpose was to survive and find a way to balance himself. Unfortunately, he succeeded but lost it again.

In his heart, it is not worth the loss.

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

After hearing this, Yang Jian's expression couldn't help but move.

indeed.

The person who first studied the curse of music box was Wang Xiaoming. He had done many experiments and studied many topics, such as human skin lanterns, ghost candles, ghost coffins, and extended ghost resuscitation plan... Many experiments were very fruitful, and of course there were many failure products, but no matter what, Wang Xiaoming knew more information than anyone else.

"Do you want to go there?"

Yang Jian began to think about it.

In fact, without saying that, he had roughly guessed what the purpose of letting him go through this time.

It is nothing more than completely quelling the fight with friends and comforting oneself. As compensation, the headquarters will also make some concessions accordingly.

"It's about the music box curse, and you have to go there."

Yang Jian calculated for a long time and understood in his heart that he was not the time to get angry, and he had to endure some things for the time being, but this time he would resign no matter what the headquarters said. It would be impossible for him to talk to him so easily before.

And other than that.

Yang Jian turned to look at his faded black arm.

I also need to ask Wang Xiaoming about this matter.

What flaws does this guy have in the coffin nail that he imitated?

"Is it ten days early..."

Yang Jian looked at the time and did not continue to stay in Ping'an Building because he had confirmed the information about Fang Shiming's death, and there was no meaning to stay here.
Chapter completed!