In the dark village, Fang Shiming lurked in a dilapidated house. His body was cracked and stained with blood, and his figure became more and more stooped, like a mummy.
He looked more embarrassed than ever before.
After taking a few rough breaths, feeling the trauma and burden in his body in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, Fang Shiming's expression gradually became nonchalant.
Yes, his face was expressionless, as cold as a finished ice sculpture.
But precisely in this situation, people can intuitively feel the turbulent waves before a tsunami.
This is the calm before the storm.
Quietly listening to the movements around him, after confirming that everything was back to normal and that half of the body was no longer there, Fang Shiming reached into his arms and took out something.
In order to get rid of the evil ghost, he used two scapegoats, a red ghost candle and a white ghost candle.
But even in this situation, he still almost died in the hands of that fierce ghost.
Despising Shen Lin brought losses to Fang Shiming, unprecedented losses, and the extent of this loss far exceeded any previous incident.
If he hadn't carried these supernatural items with him out of caution, he would have told them here.
He took something out of his arms, but he couldn't see it clearly in the darkness. He could only catch a glimpse of a golden color.
It was a box wrapped in gold, welded all around, making it airtight.
Fang Shiming took out a small knife from his pocket and carefully cut along the edge of the box.
When the knife cut the hole, a rotten smell appeared out of thin air. The smell was hard to describe. It was like a rotten corpse entering a frying pan, with a burnt smell in the smell.
The box opened and what came into view was a pair of old scissors.
The style is simple and very shabby, not like items from this era.
The scissors seemed to be made of iron, and were completely black. The handles did not look like ordinary wrappings, but instead were wrapped with layers of hair.
The hair wrapped around the handle of the scissors three times inside and out, and finally became something like a hand wrapper. Those with sharp eyes could see traces of blood and scalp remaining on the edge of the hair.
Ghost scissors!
Fang Shiming held an extremely powerful supernatural item in his hand, and in the middle and late stages of recovery, he achieved a glorious record of almost killing Xiao Yang with a pair of scissors.
If Xiao Yang hadn't happened to have a life-saving music box in his hand, the protagonist of the recovery would have been replaced by someone else.
Fang Shiming frowned, looking at the scissors with fear in his eyes.
He was so afraid of this thing from the bottom of his heart that he would not use it if he could. He always kept it sealed in a gold box and carried it with him.
The curse of this ghost is so terrible that when it is used, it will randomly attract an extremely terrifying ghost. Fang Shiming almost died because of this thing when he used it for the first time.
Carrying ghost scissors with him has become a habit, and Fang Shiming subconsciously regards this thing as his strongest attack method and trump card.
Before setting off, he didn't expect to reach this point.
That Shen Lin was more difficult than he imagined. If he was allowed to grow, he would become a serious problem for his circle of friends and himself.
Shen Lin must die!
He reached into his arms again and took out a photo. The person in the photo looked young and it was Shen Lin who was in college.
Preparation came into play at this time. Fang Shiming didn't even think about picking up a pen and directly drew two words on the photo with his blood-stained finger.
Shen Lin!
The real name and complete photo were the keys for Fang Shiming to figure out how to use the ghost scissors.
Light a blood-red ghost candle and place it next to yourself.
Under the green light, everything around him looked quite eerie.
Fang Shiming waved his withered, corpse-like palms boldly, and he reached out and grabbed the ghost scissors.
Suddenly, a breeze blew up in the sealed room. The originally quiet candlelight seemed to be affected by something. The light of the fire stirred up, illuminating the ruins of bricks and tiles in an extremely mysterious way.
Something suddenly seeped out of the cracks in the broken roof, and bits and pieces fell to the ground, and a fishy smell hit your nostrils.
That's blood! From the moment it appeared, it began to saturate everything around it, and even the area illuminated by the green candlelight turned blood red inch by inch.
Tick tock, tick tock~
The dripping speed of the blood was accelerating. When the accumulation of blood reached a certain level, a burst of electricity suddenly came from the empty room.
It sounds like a tape jamming.
"Zi~Zi~"
Listen carefully to the noisy sounds, and it seems like a woman is singing an opera in a low voice, and every tune is perfectly mastered.
What's even more frightening is that the tone is getting clearer and clearer.
The ghost candle's candle flame automatically burns through one third of the flame in just a moment, and has a tendency to accelerate.
Fang Shiming seemed not to see everything around him. His hands were steady. The sound of the opera in his ears became louder and louder, and the noise became smaller and smaller. This made Fang Shiming realize that he could not wait any longer.
The curse of the ghost scissors deepens further.
Under normal circumstances, Fang Shiming would have dismissed this situation. In his prime, he was able to cope with too many incidents.
But now he has almost fallen into the biggest trough in his life.
Quick victory!
The scissors fell, and the sharp tip cut along Shen Lin's photo inch by inch. A black shadow began to spread over the photo. Under this black shadow, the originally colorful photo turned gray and decayed inch by inch. .
The moment the photo was completely cut away, a strange curse spread all around.
From the outside world, Shen Lin felt the blood in his throat rushing intensively at the moment the wound appeared in his throat. His mouth was like a fountain, spurting out uncontrollably.
What's even more frightening is that the wound is still expanding, and the blood spraying out directly soaks Gao Zhiqiang in front of him.
"Cough~cough~cough~"
Shen Lin seemed to want to say something, but the wound on his throat was so large that all sounds turned into whimpers at this moment.
The blur of consciousness left Shen Lin's mind in chaos, and the limbs he had planned to move hung down weakly.
The skin of his body was still cracking. When the dense cracks reached his chest, a red light burst out, which was the resistance from the ghost.
At the same time, a female corpse appeared silently behind Shen Lin, dressed in red, half alive and half dead.
The ghost mother put her stiff arms on Shen Lin's shoulders, and a strange force burst out.
Shen Lin's originally chaotic consciousness seemed to be irrigated by a clear spring, and became clear in an instant.
The confrontation between Li Gui and Li Gui gave Shen Lin a certain amount of initiative, but the crisis has not passed.
Ghost scissors! Fang Shiming is still alive!
The moment his consciousness became clear, Shen Lin immediately judged his current situation.
The situation before him was very consistent with the wounds caused by the ghost scissors.
With almost no hesitation, Shen Lin immediately took out a gold package and a small voice recorder from his arms.
Inside the package was the piece of paper from the Ghost Pawn Shop. It had more detailed functions that Shen Lin had not tested yet. At least one thing could be confirmed. This thing could directly communicate with the Ghost Pawn Shop.
What was playing in the recorder was Chen Mo's recording.
The ability of ghost curse is a double-edged sword. Shen Lin has never forgotten it. Since the day he got this thing, Shen Lin asked Chen Mo to record part of the curse content and carry it with him in case of emergency.
Shen Lin understood the situation of Ghost Scissors, and now was no longer the time to hesitate or worry about the consequences.
The ghost pawn shop itself has the ability to suppress evil ghosts. Shen Lin guessed that as long as he stepped into the ghost pawn shop, the natural advantages brought by the weird supernatural buildings would prevent him from some of the attacks of ghost scissors.
To put it bluntly, even if the ability of Ghost Scissors cannot be blocked, he still has a chance to save his life by making a deal with the Ghost Pawn Shop.
Chen Mo's ghost curse ability is similar to a music box. Shen Lin has not tested his ability, so he doesn't know exactly what level it can reach.
And no more troublesome than the music box, the ghost curse should be controllable by the current self.
How to choose? Shen Lin was caught in a decision.
Bang!
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and Shen Lin's spine was like being cut by a sharp knife, showing a complete cut surface. The ghost's counterattack did not fully protect him, and his body was partially damaged.
At this time, Shen Lin's hand holding the gold bag seemed to have been cut off out of thin air. His wrist was flatly separated from his arm, and everything in his hand fell to the ground with that hand.
Shen Lin's eyeballs were bloodshot. He reached out with his only hand to pick up the object on the ground, and turned on the recorder without hesitation. The moment he was about to turn on the play button, he seemed to feel something.
Within the walls of the ruined house in Fengmen Village, the sound of the woman singing opera became increasingly clear. Along with the sizzling sound of the radio and the sound of blood dripping to the ground, it all seemed so weird.
"Not dead yet!"
Fang Shiming's eyes became colder and colder, and he gritted his teeth as he looked at the photo that was broken into several pieces in his hand. ,
The shadow-like darkness did not completely cover the photo, leaving only one-third of the color. This meant that Shen Lin did not completely die from the blow just now. He somehow managed to survive.
He opened his bow without turning back, gritted his teeth, and the ghost scissors in Fang Shiming's hand moved again.
At this moment, a drop of bright red blood dripped down the eaves, and fell impartially on Fang Shiming's face. The female voice singing opera lingered in his ears.
The turquoise flame of the blood-red ghost candle exploded at that moment, and the dazzling flames burned like a small fireball along with the extremely fast burning of the candle body. In just an instant, two-thirds of the candle body had come to an end.
The ghost candle reaches its limit, and the curse from the ghost scissors happens to come at this time.
There was a leak in the house and it rained all night. In this situation, it was difficult for him to compete with a fierce ghost of this level, and he couldn't wait too long.
Fang Shiming gritted his teeth and took advantage of the last moment to cut out Shen Lin's head in the photo.
