In the afternoon, Yang Jian spent most of his time wandering around the city. After all, the ghost painting operation had already begun. It would be a bit unreasonable to stay in the hotel and sleep in this hotel, so he decided to make a move in order to cooperate with the action.

The results are obvious.

After walking through several snack streets and food streets, everything is normal except for a little belly full.

Sure enough, I was driven out by Xiong Wenwen's parents at noon and ended up not having enough food.

"The time is almost over, let's get off work." Yang Jian looked at the time and it was almost six o'clock.

He felt that he would go back to Ping An Hotel after get off work and continue today.

As long as there is no accident in the past two days, he can return to Dachang City smoothly. Although he encountered many dangers on this business trip and experienced several supernatural events, at least he still gained something and his main purpose was accomplished.

Before going back and forth, he was trying to solve the problem of his physical deterioration and the resurrection of evil spirits.

Now he has mastered the three ghosts and reached a very good balance, killed Gao Zhiqiang and took away the ghosts in his body. The ghost can restore his body to a healthy state, which is better than expected.

In addition, there are also the acquisition of supernatural objects and the increase in the number of ghost candles in your hands.

I believe that if nothing unexpected happens in the future, Yang Jian can survive for a long time.

And during this period, he has to do something he wants to do.

While thinking, he walked alone towards the hotel.

However, at this moment.

A fatal crisis that has been discovered has quietly come.

Inside an office in the Peace Building.

Fang Shiming looked at the clock on the desk motionlessly. He sat there like a statue, and had been sitting for hours.

He has never lacked patience, and he can easily do it even if he sits here for a day.

After all, he is not an ordinary person anymore.

The sunshine in winter fades earlier than other seasons.

The originally bright office was now dark. During this period, he did not get up and turn on the lights, nor did the company employees come in to disturb him, and the surroundings seemed particularly quiet.

I don't know how long I have been sitting in the dim office.

It was not until the clock on the table that Fang Shiming moved.

He slowly reached out and took out a box from his clothes.

This box is not big, but it is larger than an ordinary mobile phone. The color is eye-catching gold, because the material used to make this box is gold.

Only gold can isolate all supernatural powers, which is a common sense in the supernatural circle.

The box was welded to death, leaving no gap.

Fang Shiming took out a knife and drew a hole along the box, and the golden box that had been sealed for a long time was opened.

Once opened.

The dim office immediately became a little cold, and the air was filled with a faint smell of rotten smell, as if something had rotted.

Inside the box is a pair of scissors.

The style of scissors is very old, not modern, but the style from the Republic of China period. I don’t know if this thing has been buried in the mud for a long time. The black stains on it are lingering, and it is impossible to tell whether it is rust or something that should not be stained.

The most strange thing is that the handle of the scissors is wrapped around the dense black hair, and some of the hair roots are even connected to the scalp.

The stench of rotten [youyou Reading     www.uutxt.xyz] seems to be emitted from here.

Ghost scissors!

This is how Fang Shiming called this thing, which is simple and just right, because it was obtained from a ghost in a supernatural incident.

"I really don't want to touch this thing."

He frowned, as if there was some taboo in using this weird scissor, which made him dare not use it casually, and could only block it in a golden box and carry it with him.

but......

Looking at the photo of Yang Jian on the table.

Fang Shiming knew that Yang Jian was not easy to kill this ghostly eye. If he had to hit him head-on, he might be able to win, but he would definitely be dragged to the point where the evil ghosts were revived, and there was a high possibility of death together in the end.

But Yang Jian can't do it if he doesn't kill him.

Not only was he threatening, but he also knew the existence of ghost scissors, and even asked Jiang Shangbai for this condition.

This touched Fang Shiming's bottom line, so his attitude was very firm and there was no possibility of any wavering. Even Cao Yanhua was putting pressure on him all afternoon, and he wanted to kill this Yang Jian today.

"It's a pity that I can't get the coffin nail, otherwise the two things would be more beneficial to me if they restrain each other." Fang Shiming's eyes slightly changed.

Time has come to 5:59.

It was only one minute before six o'clock.

Fang Shiming did not move the scissors, but picked up a pen and wrote two words on Yang Jian's full-body photo: Yang Jian.

The real name, complete full body photo, is the method to trigger the killing rules of ghost scissors.

At least this is how Fang Shiming found it.

Therefore, the threat of this thing falling into human hands is much greater than that of ghosts.

Otherwise, Fang Shiming would not have been able to obtain this supernatural object from the ghost at the beginning.

"It's time to send you on your way. Yang Jian." Fang Shiming saw that it was six o'clock.

Without any hesitation, he took off the gloves in his hand and showed a pair of terrible hands. These hands seemed to be from mummies, with dark brown skin pressing against the bones, and all the blood and flesh had disappeared, which was particularly cunning.

But even though your hands have become like this, they still do not affect your use and can move.

Fang Shiming reached out and grabbed the ghost scissors.

immediately.

The darkness around suddenly deepened, and the entire office was shrouded in darkness.

Tick, Tick!

The sound of dripping water echoed around, and the rotten stench in the air became more and more intense, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

The strangest thing is that in this deepening darkness, several black shadows swayed and gradually formed, turning into the outlines of corpses... The outline of this corpse is incomplete, some lacking arms, some lacking heads, and some lacking legs.

But despite this, these strange and incomplete black shadows were constantly moving towards Fang Shiming.

Fang Shiming held ghost scissors in one hand and picked up Yang Jian’s photo with the other.

But at this time when he picked up the photo, the back of the photo was already covered with sticky blood. His eyes moved slightly. At such a close distance, he saw a pale head on the desk. Blood flowed out from his neck, gradually covering the entire desktop.

Not only that, when his feet moved slightly, he seemed to step on something.

It was cold and soft, as if I was stepping on a corpse.

"The curse of ghost scissors has deepened."

Faced with everything strange in the office, Fang Shiming looked very calm and unmoved at all. He still did his own thing in an orderly manner.

This level of curse can't kill him.

The scissors fell on the photo with Yang Jian's name written on it. The originally colorful photos suddenly became old now, and a layer of black shadows enveloped it, and the bright colors seemed to fade away quickly.

The photos were cut apart bit by bit, and a strange curse began to spread.

At this moment.

Walking on the street in the city, Yang Jian was talking to Cao Yanhua on the phone.

"Yang Jian, I have put pressure on people in my circle of friends. They rejected your request and did not agree to take out the thing, but you can just bring up other conditions, gold, industry, company... If it is money, you can also boldly report a number, and they will try their best to satisfy them."

"Permanent, this is pure perfunctory. I know that people in my circle of friends are very rich, a group of top consortiums, and capitalists are not interested in investing capital behind their backs. Funds are not important to them at all." Yang Jian said: "I said I needed an answer before six o'clock, but this answer obviously makes people not very satisfied."

"Yang Jian calms down first. This is at least a good start. The negotiations will not reach the demands in a short time." Cao Yanhua continued to advise: "If you believe me, I can continue to negotiate and put pressure on you, but the premise is that you don't do anything randomly. At this critical moment, the headquarters does not want you to fight with people in your circle of friends."

"We don't have the energy to deal with ghost paintings while dealing with your business."

"This is not my fault, it is their fault, and I should not bear the responsibility." Yang Jian said: "And your set of things doesn't work for people in your circle of friends. If it works, it won't be answered until now. This is a delay. I have a premonition that people in your circle of friends will not stop at me, and they are planning to take revenge on me."

"You are delusional, they will never dare to take action. I can assure you." Cao Yanhua said righteously.

The circle of friends is very powerful, but the bigger the power, the more scruples it is. On the contrary, people like Yang Jian who fight alone are the most dangerous, and they don’t care about the consequences when doing things.

"Is that so? It's a pity that I dare not bet on you with my life." Yang Jian said.

Cao Yanhua hesitated for a moment and gritted his teeth, "You go back to the hotel to rest tonight, don't go to fight again, give me some time, I will let them agree to your request before tomorrow morning."

"You can't promise, but..." Before Yang Jian finished speaking, his steps suddenly stopped.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis at this time.

It seems... there is a ghost next to you.

Yang Jian looked around vigilantly and observed any pedestrian passing by. His whole body was extremely tense, and even his ghost eyes were secretly opened.

However, nothing was found.

"Are you illusion? Or am I too sensitive?" He frowned deeply.
To be continued...