Chapter 105 One Second Limit
The clone felt that the plan to let Yang Jian use the music box was feasible. When he was mentally planning to trade the music box from the headquarters, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Yang Jian's voice.
"Huh? What is this."
Yang Jian picked up an old, small wooden box from the ground.
The red paint on this wooden box is mottled and peeling off, as if it has been stored for decades.
"It's red paint again! The color of this paint is very similar to the red paint on the ghost cabinet. This wooden box should be a supernatural item."
The clone's eyes also paid attention and immediately found that the wooden box had The color is wrong. Could it be the item in the red room again?
"Is it really a supernatural item?"
Yang Jian was a little surprised. After all, supernatural items are very scarce.
Not all supernatural items are like coffin nails without side effects. For example, the hatchet full of gaps hanging on his waist has very terrible side effects and makes it impossible to use it easily.
The wooden box looked like it could be opened, but Yang Jian did so cautiously.
Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and the headless ghost in the shadow behind him stood up, stretched out his hands and removed the hands and feet of the ghost controller, and then pulled out the coffin nails on the opponent's forehead, and pulled out the ghost master's hands and feet. The ghost master is freed.
"Ahem..."
After the nails in the coffin were pulled out, Agui came to life again, retching first, spitting out the hair in his mouth, and coughing violently.
The blood hole on his forehead was still oozing blood, and his face was extremely pale. If it hadn't been for the supernatural power to save his life, he would have died from such a serious injury. The opponent's hands and feet were now removed by the evil spirit, and he could not even use his supernatural power. He completely lost the ability to resist. As for surviving from the opponent's hands, Agui no longer had any hope.
"What is this thing?" Yang Jian asked calmly.
"This thing is called a music box. When you open the box, you will not be killed by evil spirits." Agui took a deep look at Yang Jian and said hoarsely.
This information is true, but it conceals the terrible consequences after the music box curse broke out. He would support anyone who gave him no way to survive.
Yang Jian was a little suspicious in his heart and said coldly: "Since this supernatural item is so powerful, why don't you use it?"
The clone immediately said excitedly, a little unbelievable: "This is a music box? Are you telling the truth?”
A Gui's face affirmed: "It is indeed called a music box."
The clone possesses all the memories of Liang Xingyang. He knows the information about the music box, but has never seen the true appearance of the music box. Unexpectedly, the music box that I needed was so far away and right in front of me.
The clone laughed at this: "However, Yang Jian, this person is not honest. Opening the music box can indeed protect the ghost controller from death while the ringtone echoes, but once the ringtone ends and the curse breaks out, the ghost controller will be You must die."
Yang Jian's eyes were cold, and he controlled the headless ghost to remove Agui's head. The decapitated Agui still did not die, but glared at the clone.
The clone didn't care about this and told Yang Jian his inner plan with a smile. Yang Jian fell silent after listening.
Yang Jian's hand holding the music box turned a little white from the exertion. This was a difficult decision. He used the curse of the music box to open the sixth level of ghosts, restrain the starving ghosts, and then hanged himself in front of the ghost mirror, waiting for the curse of the music box to break out before using it again. The ghost mirror has been resurrected and can perfectly control the headless ghost shadow.
"The plan sounds perfect."
Yang Jian's eyes glowed red and he pursed his lips hard.
Only a music box was added to the original plan to perfectly control the headless ghost, but the risk increased greatly. Whether it was the death curse of the music box or hanging with a ghost rope in front of the ghost mirror, any part of the plan failed. , he actually completed suicide.
The clone did not disturb Yang Jian, but left Yang Jian with time to think about it.
It took about a minute or so.
Yang Jian’s palm that grabbed the music box moved slightly and opened a corner of the music box.
He vaguely heard an ethereal, sweet ringing sound.
The curse of the music box has been released.
A strange ringtone makes up a short piece of music, and it keeps playing back, repeating, over and over again, seemingly never ending.
Yang Jian could hear things in his ears, but it felt like the sound was not echoing in his ears, but appeared directly in his mind.
Because there was no taboo for Agui to listen in during the discussion between the clone and Yang, Agui's head was held in the hands of the headless ghost, and he looked in disbelief after hearing this.
"You are the culprit who caused the collapse of this city. Li Jun would be right to insist on Liang Xingyang, and you, Yang Jian, don't make the same mistake again and again."
The clone said in a cold tone: "Only when you are alive can you make a noise."
Yang Jian ignored Agui and controlled the headless ghost to drop the head in his hand.
Without the spliced limbs of the headless ghost, Agui could not be protected by the supernatural for a long time. Over time, he would not be able to survive at all.
The red light flashed away, and Yang Jian and his clone left the coffee shop.
“Don’t leave, come back.” Agui’s head rolled to a corner and he shouted desperately.
Mingzhen Garden Community is still shrouded in heavy haze, and there is a terrifying ghost wandering in it.
The scarlet ghost is in the jungle.
The clone used a rusty coffin nail to nail the headless ghost shadow, and asked Yang Jian to take out his five ghost eyes.
Yang Jian regained control of the six ghost eyes in his body.
The clone then pulled out the coffin nails, pointed a shriveled and rotten dead head at the headless ghost that had just begun to move, and successfully restrained it.
After Yang Jian transferred the ghost eyes to himself, he immediately felt the restlessness of recovery. Without hesitation, the six ghost eyes began to overlap.
After the six ghost eyes were superimposed, the rich red light emitted seemed to be oozing blood, and a dazzling red light emitted from Yang Jian's body.
The sky was dyed scarlet, and ghosts covered thousands of miles. Wherever the red light went, the thick and thick haze was instantly dispersed, exposing the figures of the starving ghosts wandering in the community.
The Starving Ghost seemed to be aware of it. Just as he turned his head, his footsteps suddenly stopped, and all his actions were frozen under the dazzling red light.
The world seems to have stopped.
The clone is still, and even Yang Jian is unable to move in the ghostly stillness. Only the superimposed scarlet ghost eyes are still turning restlessly.
"It's now." Yang Jian growled in his heart.
The red light flashed away.
A rusty coffin nail disappeared from Yang Jian's hand and was transferred to the starving ghost's chest by the ghost.
The coffin nail sank deeply into his chest, almost piercing the starving ghost.
Even a restart can't beat a moment of stillness.
The coffin nails disappeared, and the dazzling red light that was as rich as blood soaked disappeared as if it was an illusion.
Yang Jian quickly closed the five ghost eyes and dissipated the sixth layer of ghosts, but his body still felt a strong sense of restlessness. The skin of his arm suddenly tore a hole, and the seventh scarlet ghost eye grew out.
The clone's expression was stagnant and he had not yet reacted. After all, one second was really too short. Yang Jian had just superimposed the ghost eyes, and then a new ghost eye appeared.
"Huh? The main body!"
The red light flashed away, and the clone found that the scene in front of him suddenly changed. There was a blue-black figure standing in front of him, which was nailed by the coffin nails. The starving ghost on the chest.
“Bang.”
The coffin-nail restrictions took effect, and there was a sound of a mirror shattering completely.
Liang Xingyang suddenly collapsed to the core, his eyes were closed tightly, his body was extremely stiff, and there was a lifeless aura. The squirming blue-black bruises and curses on his body suddenly turned into a cold aura and dissipated, turning back to a pale body without a trace of blood.
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