Mysterious Recovery

Yang Jian looked ridiculous when Liu Qingqing stretched out his hand to hold the hatchet, and still looked confident.

"You are really stupid. If you use your cheongsam to block my coffin nails, and your gloves to grab my hatchet, you think you can continue to consume it with me without being killed by me? Just if that’s the case, you can get me on the road today."

Liu Qingqing did not speak, staring at Yang Jian, holding the hatchet in both hands, and refused to let go.

She has a lot of strength, unlike the strength that a normal woman should have. If an ordinary person is caught in this way, it is estimated that even the bones will be crushed.

But Yang Jian's strength is not small.

It seems that I have used all things like strength until now.

It seems to be a bit exhausted.

But Liu Qingqing knew very well that he was at a disadvantage, because there was another Liu Ziwen who was helping to suppress the ghost eye. Once the ghost eye lost its suppression, Yang Jian could immediately restart himself.

At that time, he will not be killed.

Facing an unkillable enemy, then it must be oneself who will die.

"Yang Jian, stop talking big, the supernatural powers you can control are indeed terrifying, but haven't you been able to kill me until now?"

Liu Qingqing said: "So you are not invincible, as long as the method is appropriate, you will still be killed, and do you know why I only appeared now?"

"Because, I need to use the power of the messenger on the fifth floor, and I will definitely be killed by you alone."

"But now, you are the one who loses."

next moment.

Liu Qingqing suddenly let go of the clenched hatchet. Instead of backing up, she rushed towards Yang Jian, wondering when there was a blood-stained knife in her hand.

This sharp knife is not hers, it belongs to the running man among the messengers on the fifth floor.

The messenger was killed by Yang Jian using Zhao Feng's corpse before, and then he ignored it.

Liu Qingqing came close to him and rushed towards Yang Jian, as if embracing, but the sharp knife pierced Yang Jian's chest and sank deeply into it.

"I was mixed in so many corpses just now. It's not that I didn't do anything, Yang Jian, you are careless. At this point, I believe you are real, not an illusion."

She saw Yang Jian's chest bleeding, the nearby skin was dead gray and gloomy, and a smile appeared on his face.

A trace of pride, a trace of happy smile.

Why does Yang Jian always have that arrogant and superior attitude? Why determines her life and death.

Today, she is going to pull this Yang Jian and go on the road together.

Because even if Yang Jian is really killed, she will live soon.

"Let me see now, will Ghost Eye Yang Jian also die? This is not an ordinary knife, but a spiritual item. You know what the stabbed person will be like."

Liu Qingqing's palm was very hard, and the knife twisted and rotated at the position of her heart. It seemed that this could bring more pain and damage to Yang Jian.

But what she raised her head to see was not Yang Jian's painful face, but calm and indifference.

It seems that physical pain doesn't matter at all.

"You do know me very well, but your understanding is not thorough enough. It can be seen that your memory of the Republican woman is not complete. Otherwise, this knife will definitely not be pierced."

Yang Jian's complexion was quickly turning pale, the blood flow from the wound was not stopping, the breath of living beings was dissipating, and the state of his body was rapidly deteriorating.

But despite this, he still didn't take it too seriously.

Liu Qingqing was taken aback, she still slightly raised her head and stared at Yang Jian, observing the subtle changes in front of her.

She wanted to see Yang Jian's fear, remorse, and failure.

However, what I saw was indifference and a touch of abuse.

"Impossible, you can't restart now, you are dead."

Liu Qingqing still grasped the one to see, desperately pushing inside.

It seemed that he wanted to penetrate Yang Jian's whole body.

"Dead? Haha." Yang Jian smiled: "I will die less often, do you really think I rely on Yang Jian to get here today, luck? You want to kill me, then I want to know, face the real How do you kill me?"

The next moment, the spear in his hand stood heavily on the ground.

Then he let go of his hand, opened his arm, and fell back heavily.

"boom!"

Yang Jian smiled, his face was gray, and the blood flowed from his chest, as if a cold corpse fell to the ground, there was no more breath and movement.

Liu Qingqing was startled, a little puzzled, not understanding.

But the next moment.

Something terrifying happened.

Under Yang Jian’s corpse, darkness gathered, and a tall shadow slowly stood up. There was a strange face on the face of this shadow. It was a face painted with blood. That face and Yang Jian It's exactly the same, and it's as vivid as rubbing it up.

As if a black shadow wearing a human blood mask stood up, holding a ripped spear, the cold breath was permeated, and the tall body gave people a strange sense of oppression.

It cannot open its mouth and cannot speak.

But on the mask of human blood, a pair of scarlet ghost eyes turned, revealing a strange look.

This look is the same as Yang Jian before.

So... it is Yang Jian?

Liu Qingqing was stunned, her arm holding a blood-stained knife dropped weakly, and the whole person couldn't help but retreat, and an indescribable strange fear enveloped her whole body.

turn out to be.

It turns out that this is the true face of Yang Jian.

The real Yang Jian is not a normal living person at all, nor a ghost master, but a real ghost.

This is the biggest secret among Ghost Eye Yang.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

There was such a sentence in Liu Qingqing's mind. She smiled and smiled miserably, and she no longer had the stupid idea of ​​pulling Yang on the road together, because she couldn't do it at all, she couldn't bring a ghost to bury with her. .

"Is this what you are? It turns out that you have become a ghost. No wonder you don't put other people in your eyes. You are right. They are not your opponent, and I am not your opponent. Now I believe in you. The ability to deal with the ghost post office will end the fate of the messenger."

"All of us were so miserable that you were deceived. No, you didn't deceive us. After all, no one would tell anyone such a secret."

"I lost, there is no need for this fight to continue."

The tall ghost still stared at Liu Qingqing, without saying a word, full of oppression.

Yang Jian didn't do anything. He knew that Liu Qingqing was no longer willing to resist. This was because of the loss of confidence after knowing the truth.

"But Yang Jian, you remembered it for me. Although I, Liu Qingqing, gave up, it doesn’t mean that I can only get to this point. It doesn't make much sense, and I don't want to cause more damage. I'm not the kind of cold-blooded person."

Liu Qingqing still has the strength to refuse to admit defeat. She is very stubborn and tenacious.

It's just that these things can't have a decisive influence in the face of Yang Jian, who is a ghost.

The tall ghost image moved at this moment, and took a step forward, as if telling Liu Qingqing that he was going to send you on the road now.

Liu Qingqing said: "Don’t bother you to do it. My time is over early. This is the last time I wake up. I have traded with her. I will never wake up again after closing my eyes this time. Don't worry, there will be no such person as Liu Qingqing in the world in the future."

After she finished speaking, her eyes slowly closed.

The tall ghost stopped and watched Liu Qingqing die.

"Yang Jian, do you know, I don't want to die...I just want to live." Liu Qingqing muttered to herself, she shed two tears, and finally closed her eyes completely.

She had no movement, and no breath.

The red cheongsam on her body is still so bright, and her figure is still so graceful and perfect.

It's just that all this doesn't belong to her anymore.

A strange memory is replacing her.

And the dense red high-heeled shoe prints around are disappearing, the corpses are also disappearing, and all the supernatural phenomena are dissipating.

The tall ghost shadow peeked around with ghost eyes and then slowly retreated, and once again merged into the breathless corpse on the ground.

Yang Jian opened his eyes and woke up, his chest was still bleeding, his whole body was cold, and he didn't have a slight body temperature.

Although his body is dead, he is still alive and conscious.

This is an alien.

Abandoning the identity of a living person is almost equivalent to being like a ghost.

"Lost, did you lose?"

At this point, Liu Ziwen, who was blind, had blurred his hearing at this moment, but he still understood what had happened, and at this moment, he was paralyzed on the ground in despair.

He couldn't hold it anymore, he was going to die, even if Yang Jian didn't do anything, he would die because of Li Gui's resuscitation.

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you lost." Yang Jian's tone was stiff and indifferent.

Cang Dang!

Once the situation here became clear, on the other side, Wang Yong let out a self-deprecating smile, and then dropped the shovel in his hand.

In front of him is Li Yang.

Li Yang sat leaning on the wall, unable to resist, waiting for the shovel to photograph him, he would undoubtedly die.

But at this critical time, Wang Yong stopped and he gave up.

What about killing Li Yang?

Liu Qingqing couldn't hold it anymore. Liu Ziwen reached his limit. Killing Li Yang himself ended up being killed by Yang Jian. Moreover, killing the opponent's teammates himself might lead to ruthless revenge.

He can't afford the consequences of being retaliated because he still has a family behind him.

If it were replaced with this shovel ten years ago, he would definitely photograph it.