The Game of Mystery Recovery

Chapter 305 Liu Qingqing died
"Because of the puppet's special reason, are the coffin nails unable to penetrate?"

As a user of coffin nails, Yang Jian knew more about coffin nails than Zhao Yi, and he quickly gave an explanation.

Just like restraint, a puppet that is too stiff can't be pierced by the coffin nails, let alone the cheongsam that blocks the part of the coffin nails.

Yang Jian raised his hand, and the coffin nail pierced Liu Qingqing's head.

But at this time, Liu Qingqing took out a pair of golden gloves. Since she couldn't use supernatural powers to deal with it, then use gold to deal with it.

The gold gloves blocked the coffin nails, Liu Qingqing came close to her, and threw herself towards Yang Jian, as if embracing her, but a sharp knife suddenly appeared and pierced into Yang Jian's chest, sinking deeply into it.

"It's not that I did nothing just now among so many corpses. Yang Jian, you were careless. Now, I believe you are absolutely real, not an illusion."

This sharp knife did not belong to her, it belonged to one of the messengers on the fifth floor who was killed by Yang Jian before.

She saw that Yang Jian's chest was bleeding, and the nearby skin was ashen and dull, with a smile on his face.

A trace of pride, a happy smile.

Why does Yang Jian always have such an arrogant and superior attitude, why should she decide her life or death.

Today, she will drag this Yang Jian on the road together, because even if Yang Jian is really killed, she will not live long.

"Now let me see, will Ghost Eye Yang Jian also die? This is not an ordinary knife, but a supernatural item. You know exactly what will happen to the person who is stabbed."

Liu Qingqing's palm was very strong, and the position of the knife on the heart was twisted and rotated, as if this would bring more pain and damage to Yang Jian.

But what she saw when she raised her head was not Yang Jian's painful face, but calm and indifferent, as if the pain in her body didn't matter at all.

Yang Jian's face turned pale rapidly, the wound was bleeding profusely, the aura of a living person was dissipating, and his physical condition deteriorated rapidly.

"It's a pity, after all, I still haven't made it to this point. I haven't seen enough to understand how terrifying it is to be an alien?"

Zhao Yi shook his head in disappointment. Liu Qingqing showed him a good planning script with a good IQ, and used all available resources, but her vision still limited her final performance.

"What do you mean?" Liu Qingqing looked at Zhao Yi with an ugly expression, she didn't think Zhao Yi said some meaningless words to him.

Since Zhao Yi said so, there is a reason for him.

Not only her, but other messengers who were still alive also looked this way, looking at the knife in Yang Jian's heart, feeling puzzled.

"You do know me very well, but your understanding is not thorough enough. It can be seen that your memory of that woman from the Republic of China is not complete, otherwise this knife would never have stabbed me." Yang Jian looked indifferent.

"Just like what Zhao Yi said, you don't have enough vision to understand why the captain is the captain."

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

Liu Qingqing still firmly grasped the knife, and desperately pushed into Yang Jian's body, as if she wanted to penetrate Yang Jian's entire body.

"Give up, it's almost over, your farce is over, and then go to accept your fate with peace of mind. This time it took me a lot of time, and I still have a lot of things to do."

"Let Zhang Youhong control the body, I still have some things to ask." Zhao Yi's eyes became indifferent, as if all the previous words were just hallucinations.

Mingming had advised Liu Qingqing before and provided her with a plan to deal with Yang Jian.

Yang Jian glanced at Liu Qingqing, with a smile on his face, his face was ashen, blood flowed profusely from his chest, like a cold corpse fell to the ground, no more breath or movement.

Liu Qingqing was stunned, a little puzzled and didn't understand.

But the next moment.

Something that made her and all the messengers feel horrified happened.

Under Yang Jian's body, darkness gathered, and a tall shadow stood up slowly. On this shadow's face was a strange face, which was painted with blood. That face was similar to Yang Jian's. Exactly the same, lifelike as if rubbing on it, bright and vivid.

The black figure who seemed to be wearing a mask of human blood stood up, holding a cracked spear in his hand, filled with a gloomy and cold breath, and his tall body gave people a strange sense of oppression.

Liu Qingqing was stunned. Her arm holding the blood-stained sharp knife hangs down feebly.

"Is this your true face? 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 opponents, and I am not your opponent. Now I believe You have the ability to deal with the ghost post office and end the fate of the messenger."

"All of us were fooled by you so badly, no, you didn't lie to us, after all, no one would tell others such a secret."

Liu Qingqing showed despair, and looked in Zhao Yi's direction: "So is this why you advised me? You know that I can't kill Yang Jian no matter what, and following me is just to watch a show." ?”

"Almost, to be honest, I still really want to see the scene where Yang Jian was beaten violently." Zhao Yi said calmly, not shying away from the fact that Yang Jian would hear his words.

As for Yang Jian's attack on Zhao Yi because of the provocations in Liu Qingqing's words, that's even more unrealistic.

While the two were talking, the tall ghost moved 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 made a deal with her, I will never wake up again after I close my eyes this time, you can 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, 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.

"To this end, I have paid all the means I can use. Unfortunately, as Zhao Yi said, my eyesight is not enough. If I can inherit a part of that person's memory."

Zhao Yi looked at Liu Qingqing, and said nothing at this moment, the farce was over, and Sister Hong was the one he wanted to pay attention to next.

She is also a person reincarnated from the Republic of China to the present, but Sister Hong has a complete memory.

Zhao Yi only has part of the memory of Zhao Yi's previous life in the Republic of China, and fundamentally lacks part of his feelings.

In Zhao Yi's heart, there are only thoughts of becoming stronger, curiosity, and the like that can help him become stronger, and there is no such idea of ​​pity or sympathy at all, and naturally there is no sympathy for Liu Qingqing.

(End of this chapter)