Chapter 132 Red Light Covered
Liang Xingyang stayed in the villa to rest. When he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes.
A strange gaping wound appeared on his neck.
The crack was very large and deep. It was as if the neck had been cut open. The vertebrae were broken with a snap. In an instant, blood spurted out from the wound and splashed onto the bed, staining all the mattress and bedding. Turning blood red, the head that was still staring suddenly turned sideways, rolled off the bed with a rumble, and hit the floor heavily, making a dull sound.
All this happened too fast, without any warning, as if it accidentally triggered the murderous pattern of a ghost, attacking Liang Xingyang in an incomprehensible way.
Liang Xingyang was unable to make any reaction, and his head separated from his body.
"Chichi."
The lights in the room suddenly flickered,
in an instant.
A blue-black haze enveloped the room, rich and thick, and the haze slowly squirmed on the wall, like some kind of living thing.
In a dark, dead room.
A blue-black illusory figure sat up from the headless corpse. A pair of eyes as black as ink without pupils contained terrifying ferocity.
This illusory figure walked out of the corpse and took away the heart that never stopped beating at the heart of the corpse.
“Fang Shiming!”
Liang Xingyang turned his head and stared at his body, his eyes filled with ferocity that was chilling to the bone.
If he hadn't become an alien, his neck would have been cut off by ghost scissors and he would have died.
"Yang Jian..." Liang Xingyang suddenly realized, was he the first to be attacked by the ghost scissors, or the second?
A blood-stained ghost newspaper flew out from the arms of the corpse on the bed, and Liang Xingyang grabbed it in his hand.
"Woo~" The hunting wind howled, and the haze was blown away by the wind, spreading at an incredible speed, and the ghosts headed towards Shangtong Building.
He has to find Yang Jian.
at this time.
In the office of Ping An Building.
Fang Shiming looked at the photo in his hand that he had cut open with scissors. The cut in the photo happened to correspond to Liang Xingyang's neck.
The faded photo now turns red, as if it has been dyed with paint. This color makes Liang Xingyang in the photo very unreal, and it is gradually blurring, as if it is about to disappear from the photo. disappeared.
The next moment.
Liang Xingyang's figure really disappeared in the photo.
"Dead?"
"How did you kill Jiang Shangbai and the others for being so useless?"
Fang Shiming showed confusion on his face, and the characters in the photo had blurred and unclear reactions. The opponent was trying to use the power of the ghost to compete, but the ghost controlled by the other party was obviously unable to protect the body, and was killed just after the head and body were separated. This transaction was a good deal, and the maximum gain was achieved at the minimum cost.
However, he remembered that seven members of his circle of friends died at each other's hands, his smile slowly disappeared, and he slowly picked up Yang Jian's photo on the table.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew. He squinted his eyes slightly, looked around, and his body suddenly stiffened.
In the dim office, a certain peculiar smell became stronger and stronger, and several severely mutilated humanoid silhouettes suddenly appeared around him, constantly moving, trying to get close to his body.
In addition, a child with a small body but a very large head flashed past, crawling quickly. Countless human skins were floating in the air in the office, seemingly looking for something. Finally, there was a faint sound of drama, coming from all directions.
These are curses and must not be touched.
This is a side effect of the ghost scissors. Every time you use it, there is a chance that you will be infected with the curse of the ghost scissors.
The consequence is to be cursed. This curse is like the ghost slave mark. The evil ghost will come to your door one day.
Fang Shiming quickly covered his ears and did not dare to listen to the sound. Sound curses are most likely to be triggered. As he moved, a cold breath suddenly lingered around him, and the flying human skins seemed to have discovered something and floated towards the desk.
At this moment, a strange rag doll was quickly thrown on the desk by Fang Shiming.
The wrinkled rag doll quickly got up from the ground, twisted its head, as if looking at the surrounding environment, and looked around curiously.
But because his body was stained with Fang Shiming’s blood.
This weird rag doll replaced Fang Shiming's existence. The cursed human skin that was about to attack him made a weird U-turn and flew towards the rag doll.
The rag doll looked left and right and found the human skin on its head. It ran away, but the human skin flew very fast and directly touched the rag doll in the next second, completing the curse connection.
The rag doll didn't feel anything, but kept running with its short legs. It was very fast, glanced at Fang Shiming secretly, and got out of the office through the gap in the door.
After the human skin touched the rag doll, the other curses were slowly dimming and now disappearing.
Fang Shiming murmured: "What a bad luck."
He somehow triggered the cursed human skin, wasting a scapegoat for him. If there were ghost candles, the situation would be better. At most, he would be able to resist it by wasting a few candles.
Soon, this human-skinned ghost will come to Dajing City. He can only pray that the ghost is not too scary, otherwise he will have to observe a few seconds of silence for the headquarters.
Fang Shiming breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the ghost scissors again and started to attack Yang Jian's photo. The scissors cut the photo horizontally, still aiming at the neck.
The scissors cut Yang Jian's neck without any obstruction, following the photo. The photo quickly faded from bright colors to old, and then became stained with blood again. Yang Jian's figure dimmed in the blood and disappeared. ...
After Fang Shiming finished all this, he no longer paid attention to the photo, but instead paid attention to the office.
Another gust of cold wind blew, and those mutilated limbs reappeared, still close to him, this time they could be touched as long as he moved.
But this time there were a few more rolling white balls, a few broken fingers squirming on the floor, and even strands of wet hair hanging from the gaps on the ceiling of the room. Drops of water fell on the floor, making a clicking sound.
The curse has been replaced.
No one knows how many curses are stained on this ghost scissors. Fang Shiming has become accustomed to it. His body is stiff and he remains motionless.
It seemed like a long time passed before these curses slowly disappeared. This time Fang Shiming was lucky enough to endure them without being contaminated by the curse.
"Huh? He's not dead." Fang Shiming's face became solemn. He didn't expect that Liang Xingyang was killed by a pair of scissors, but Yang Jian was not dead.
Although Yang Jian’s body is completely covered in the photo, his head is still clearly visible.
"Come again, this time cut the head off."
Fang Shiming gritted his teeth and replaced it with a new photo of Yang Jian, because the photo that was incomplete could no longer be used.
He picked up the ghost scissors again and hesitated while cutting. After thinking about it, he took out a scapegoat doll from his arms and kept it ready.
He believed that two times would be enough to kill Yang Jian completely, and there would be no chance of him surviving. Even if he doesn't die, he will be revived.
The scissors start from the top, cut through the blank space at the edge of the photo, quickly approach the head of the person in the photo, and split it into two.
Suddenly there was a dark wind in the office, and two white lanterns were hung on the ceiling at some point. They were swayed by the wind, and a trace of drama appeared again.
Fang Shiming's face was gloomy, and he had a fight with Ye Zhen. He was on the verge of the resurrection of the evil ghost, and he must not be contaminated by this terrible curse.
A touch of blood was smeared on the scapegoat doll. The scapegoat doll replaced Fang Shiming. It immediately covered its ears and opened its legs to run. However, it staggered as if it was about to fall into a deep sleep.
"Even the curse is so terrifying. The level of terror of this evil ghost must be very high. We must not let the evil ghost come to Ping An Building."
Fang Shiming immediately stood up, picked up the rag doll and walked towards the window, carefully avoiding it The black leather shoes bounced on the ground, stepped over a frost-covered corpse blocking the road and emitting cold air, ducked to avoid the flying ferocious mask, and finally came to the window.
A dark wind with a strong smell of corpses blew around him, carrying the sleepy surrogate doll quickly away from the Ping An Building for seven kilometers. This was the limit distance of the evil wind and ghosts.
When Fang Shiming turned around, the other curses had dissipated.
“It’s really unlucky. I cut it three times, which cost me two scapegoats.”
Fang Shiming couldn't help complaining, looking at the photos on the table, his eyes suddenly bulged in shock, and he shouted in a low voice: "How can he not be dead!"
I saw that Yang Jian in the photo was almost covered in blood, But a head is still clearly visible, which proves that the other party is not dead at all.
Dachang City.
A rich red light enveloped the Shangtong Building. Yang Jian's headless body fell to the ground, and a strange ringtone was constantly echoing in the broken head.
A thick blue-black haze surged over and broke into the ghost-eyed ghost. (End of chapter)