The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

"I rely on."

Liu San cursed, because the wind blowing his paper body was blown directly from the ground into the air, and hit the ceiling heavily, making a dull and loud "boom".

The wind was howling, as if falling into weightlessness, Liu San, unable to return himself to the ground, just kept rolling on the ceiling like this, reaching out to grab something to stabilize his body, but the ceiling was basically smooth, how could there be anything that could make him caught.

Even if he caught it, he couldn't maintain his figure at all in the howling cold wind, let alone run to Fang Shiming's side.

The wind has no tendency to stop, and what makes Liu San feel the most fearful is that in the cold wind, more and more figures appear beside Fang Shiming.

"You guys have the ability to push me to this extent. Ye Zhen didn't push me to this extent back then."

Fang Shiming’s tone was filled with the thought of dying together, because the ghost he controlled was very special, and it was able to use a special photo to invade reality. It was only because Fang Shiming used the ghost in his body to suppress people and reached a spiritual balance with it. , so there has been no loss of control.

However, as the number of times of use or the number of himself recruited increases, Fang Shiming can't guarantee what will eventually come out of the photo.

And judging from his current state, it seems that this time is his limit.

All the dozen or so photos left on hand were used, so as to borrow the ability of the third ghost to continuously invade reality from the photos.

However, just like the Fang Shiming who was killed by Li Leping before, these Fang Shiming who invaded the reality are still in a state of supernatural derivatives that can be killed.

This is actually equivalent to a signal.

Because when a certain Fang Shiming cannot be killed, it means that Fang Shiming has recovered from the ghost, and Fang Shiming who invaded reality from the photo is no longer a derivative formed by relying on that ghost, but a real ghost.

"Fang Shiming, if you work so hard, aren't you afraid of sudden death on the spot?"

Liu San kept in close contact with the ceiling while shouting loudly, but his voice was covered up by the wind.

Fang Shiming was still sitting in the first seat, but his voice sounded hoarse, as if he had entered a state of weakness: "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"I have worked hard all the way to this day, and I have built a circle of friends with one hand. I have never seen any dangers or ghost masters? Death has long been a common occurrence for me, but it is always someone else who dies, not me."

"I have the confidence to kill Yang Jian, and I have the confidence to kill any of you captains."

While speaking, in the cold wind, strange figures suddenly appeared under Liu San.

Judging by their height and shape, these people are all Fang Shiming, or Fang Shiming who has invaded reality from the photos.

The dark wind blowing is the ghost domain, and Fang Shiming used the ghost domain to bring Fang Shiming and others to Liu San's side.

However, compared to the Fang Shiming who was killed by Li Leping before, these Fang Shiming who reappeared are not as smart as the last one. They all have indifferent expressions and dead eyes, just like this slightly raising their heads to look at Liu San rolling on the ceiling. .

This should be because Fang Shiming himself did not let his consciousness control these Fang Shimings.

"What the hell do you want to kill me? Then come on."

Liu San who was blown to the ceiling by the dark wind was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but anyone who knew Liu San's temper knew that he could not be slaughtered.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and tore off the layers of yellow paper pasted on the other hand.

As the thick layer of yellow paper was blown away by the wind, a skinny, blackened arm was revealed under the peeling yellow paper.

Stretching out his hand, the palm changed from open to clenched. At the same time, the wind that was blowing up seemed to be grasped by this weird palm, and the strength of the wind began to weaken rapidly, as if being held in the palm of this hand. As if, the cold wind that was howling just a second ago receded instantly, as if it was dispelled by something.

"thump!"

The strong wind receded, and Liu San who was blown in mid-air finally landed again, but Fang Shiming, who was facing a dozen gloomy faces, came face to face.

They have been waiting here for a long time.

"Turtle son, come!"

Liu San, who was full of anger, yelled angrily, and immediately stretched out his skinny palm to the other palm with the yellow paper pasted on it.

The yellow paper was torn apart, and there was another skinny hand, emitting a smell of rotting corpses.

immediately.

This palm grabbed Fang Shiming who was approaching.

Immediately, Fang Shiming froze when he touched this weird palm.

The strange breath quickly spread, and this Fang Shiming's pale skin started to turn black, and then began to rot. In just a moment, Fang Shiming completely rotted like this, and was thrown to the ground by Liu San like throwing garbage. General rubbish.

However, there was more than one Fang Shiming who jumped at him.

In an instant, countless pale palms grabbed Liu San, and the sallow body of the paper figurine seemed to have suffered some kind of spiritual erosion, and the paper skin began to fall off, revealing another paper figurine hidden underneath.

Like nesting dolls, who knows how many paper figurines there are under his layer of yellow paper?

"That's it?"

Liu San sneered, and then slapped Fang Shiming one by one, as if he would slap anyone he saw, and slapped Fang Shiming in the face without hitting other places.

A few Fang Shiming seemed to have reacted, and wanted to grab the arm he was waving to limit the attack of the terrifying arm.

However, after Liu San peeled off the yellow paper attached to his arm, his entire arm seemed to have entered a no-man's land, and his strength was so terrifying that these few Fang Shiming could not stop him at all.

one, two, three...

One by one, Fang Shiming was constantly touched by that weird skinny palm, and then began to turn black, rot, and fell to the ground without moving.

At this time, Fang Shiming, who had been sitting in the first seat, changed his expression.

Looking at Liu San who was killing him like a god of death, Fang Shiming finally understood one thing.

Not to mention Yang Jian, who was cut by his pair of scissors, and his life and death were unclear. Among the captains carefully selected by the headquarters, none of them are worthless.

This Liu San, alone, with two hands suppressed his Ghost Wind and Clone Ghost one after another, it was simply too strong.

Only after meeting the other captains of the headquarters did Fang Shiming suddenly realize that it wasn't just him and Ye Zhen in this era, how could the other ghost masters who have survived all the way to the present be ordinary people?
These captains are different from the direct descendants of the headquarters such as Li Jun or Cao Yang. The direct descendants of the headquarters are supported by the headquarters, and the city in charge is close to Dajing City. The balance of power on the other side will always allocate a few captain places to the direct descendants of the headquarters.

But it is undeniable that compared with other local leaders, the environment of these direct descendants of the headquarters is somewhat similar to flowers in a greenhouse.

Although they have the material support given priority by the headquarters, and can even be the first to enjoy the resource tilt of the headquarters, but in this era of supernatural beings, only after layers of supernatural collisions can a truly excellent ghost master be tempered, just like a big wave washing sand.

Under excessive protection, the growth speed and ability of ghost masters like Li Jun are limited.

Just like in the matter of controlling the second ghost, the ghost selected by the headquarters for Li Jun must be the one with the lowest risk of losing control and at the same time ensure stability after control.

They have a choice, but how can ghost masters like Li Leping and Liu San have a choice?
Among the captain-level ghost masters who worked hard in places such as Liu San, which one didn't stick to a city alone?
Once a supernatural event breaks out in the city they are in charge of, they don't have the support of ghost masters from other cities, and they even have to discuss with them to apply for supplies.

In many cases, they can only rely on fighting for their lives.

If you succeed in the fight, you will naturally grow up.

In the end, which of the ghost masters who can stand out from such a difficult environment and have survived to this day will be simple?

"Liu San, with that strange captain..."

Fang Shiming blushed a little, feeling the pressure that went straight to his heart.

It was a little naive to speak out before.

But the next moment, cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

"Where's that strange captain?"

Suddenly, he thought of this matter.

It seems that until now, he has been fighting Liu San to death.

But the question is, what about the ghost master who suppressed ghosts and people?

Why did this person disappear after the dark wind swept the entire meeting room?

No, it didn't disappear, but he didn't know why, and subconsciously ignored the existence of this person.

It was as if he had forgotten that there was a third person on the field.

Realizing that something was wrong, Fang Shiming immediately took out a worn-out doll from his body.

He is going to use the surrogate doll. Although he has not been attacked yet, he always feels that something is getting wrong around him.

It seems that some kind of terrible supernatural attack may come at any time.

But just when he was planning to cut his finger, drop the blood on the surrogate doll, release the doll, and then escape alone.

A cold hand suddenly protruded from behind and pressed on the head of the doll in his hand.

"how can that be?!"

Fang Shiming couldn't keep calm anymore, he turned his head in horror, only to see a man with a cold breath standing behind him, looking at him indifferently, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"when?!"

"When did he come behind me?!"

"How could I have no defense at all, not even a little induction?"

Facing the disbelief on Fang Shiming's face, Li Leping just said calmly: "Go."

next second.

Fang Shiming's body froze, and the few lights that emanated from his eyes quickly dimmed. His dry body began to turn black, and then began to rot. stink.

"thump!"

Once again, Fang Shiming's body fell from the chair to the ground. He opened his eyes wide, showing a look of astonishment, as if he couldn't understand why this person was not affected by the ghost wind, and how he appeared behind him.

The attack was too sudden and unsolvable, and when Fang Shiming had no ghosts to use, Li Leping even deprived him of the opportunity to use the surrogate doll.

There are no miracles in the confrontation between spirits, and there is no possibility of explosion in the hot-blooded novels.

Fang Shiming is dead.

His consciousness was obliterated, and his body rotted to the ground.

This dispute between the headquarters and the circle of friends has come to an end.