Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 70 Confrontation (Subscription Request)

Zhang Xiansheng felt a little regretful that he had wiped it off too early.

The Fang Shiming just now was not the real person, but essentially a photo. In this state, although he did not have any ghost abilities, he could be isolated and did not exist in reality. Ordinary supernatural powers had no effect on him.

The flaw is that after disappearing, the main body will lose memory for a period of time, which is about a few hours.

When the real Fang Shiming appears, he will probably have to spend some time talking.

now.

There is a safe house on a certain underground floor of Ping An Building.

There is a separate compartment inside the safe house.

The compartment door suddenly opened.

A long-trapped stench of corpse gushed out, and a figure slowly walked out.

"Did I die once?"

A hoarse, deep voice echoed in the safe house.

Wait until the figure completely walked out of the room and stood under the light.

He is...Fang Shiming.

But now he looked like a skinny corpse, with a pair of bloodshot eyes wide open, looking both hideous and terrifying.

Fang Shiming sensed the existence of the ghost realm, and it was on the top floor of Ping An Building.

He took a few steps forward, and a cold wind suddenly blew around him.

The wind was like a ghost blowing in my ears, making my hair stand on end. The wind also carried with it a lingering stench of corpses, making me wonder if there was a ghost standing at the source of the wind.
The lights flickered and everything around became dim.

next moment.

Fang Shiming disappeared.

The top floor of Ping An Building.

Darkness enveloped the meeting room.

A figure suddenly appeared, it was Fang Shiming who had rushed over.

"You are... the Hanged Man Zhang Xiansheng."

"That's really troublesome. To put it simply, your clone has already agreed. Let's have a fight. If you lose, you give me the ghost scissors. If you win... forget it, you can't win."

Zhang Xiansheng continued: "In order to demonstrate fairness and justice, I can not use the coffin nails. Now we can start."

Fang Shiming's condition was very bad, otherwise he would have been able to pull the corners of his mouth to show that he was speechless.

He already understood his current situation. This person came to steal the ghost scissors.

It’s just that they didn’t rob openly, they were a little polite, but not much.

"Let me measure the strength of Fang Shiming, the boss of our circle of friends." Zhang Xiansheng said with excitement.

The ghost domain of the ghost painting opened up, instantly covering the area of ​​several streets near Ping An Building.

The originally clear sky suddenly turned gray.

Ashes like paper ashes were floating in the air.

Ordinary people cannot see the ashes, but ghost riders can.

It can be seen under normal circumstances, but Zhang Xiansheng restrained himself.

This is Dajing City after all, and Old Qin is keeping an eye on us.

Although Old Qin is not one of the Seven Elders, his strength is no less than theirs. He was an alien from birth, a natural born alien, a perfect template for the protagonist. The haunted bus was Old Qin's early mount.

Zhang Xiansheng appeared on a street.

It's deserted here, and the ghost realm isolates ordinary people.

Fang Shiming followed closely behind.

The cold wind whistled all around, and the stench of corpse became stronger and stronger.

Zhang Xiansheng took the initiative.

His figure was blurry, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of Fang Shiming, crashing into him like a speeding bus.

Fang Shiming had no time to react and flew backwards more than ten meters, rolling several times.

"Cough cough!"

He coughed violently and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to get up.

Zhang Xiansheng did not pursue the victory, nor did he have the opportunity to do so. He just used the supernatural power of the bus.

If it were an ordinary ghost rider, with that blow just now, the ghost in his body would instantly freeze, just like an ordinary person, losing the ability to resist, and then there was a terrifying force.

If you can withstand it, you will live; if you can't withstand it, you will die immediately. There is also a situation where you can withstand it but have been hit half to death.

"How many ghosts do you control?" Fang Shiming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

His right hand was broken at this moment, and it was too late for him to use his spiritual power to resist just when he reacted.

But he still blocked it with his hand, but it would be better if he didn't block it. "Guess?" Zhang Xiansheng said.

White bones appeared out of thin air under Fang Shiming's feet and bound him.

But the wind was howling all around, and the bones turned into powder and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"It's my turn." Fang Shiming said.

Zhang Xiansheng suddenly felt his body sink, as if he was carrying something on his back. It seemed to be a cold corpse that was trying to push him down.

This is the ghost pressure controlled by Fang Shiming.

Almost instantly.

Zhang Xiansheng was unable to bear the weight of the corpse on his back and fell to the ground with a thud.

Even the ghost realm of ghost paintings was affected.

Fang Shiming saw this and said coldly: "You are too arrogant. I am afraid of you more because you have coffin nails in your hand, which are supernatural items that can suppress S-level evil spirits."

"The ghost you are carrying is very special. It can be said to be a conceptual ghost. As long as you can't carry it, no matter how many evil ghosts you control or how many supernatural powers you master, all of them will be weakened to some extent."

"Do you know why I'm so skinny? How can I not be skinny if I carry this damn thing on my back all day?"

"You want my ghost scissors, but I also want your coffin nails. Now I win."

"Did we really win?" Zhang Xiansheng said with some difficulty.

Fang Shiming had a bad feeling in his heart.

next moment.

The ground within a radius of hundreds of meters turned into a raging river of blood.

Zhang Xiansheng sank directly into the river of blood, and the ghost on his back lost its target.

At the same time, the ghost bride who had been watching took action.

She stretched out a pale, bloodless hand and waved it towards the air.

Fang Shiming was horrified because the ghost he was controlling had disappeared...

No, it’s not disappearing, it’s being summoned by this ghost.

Almost in an instant, the two sides switched sides.

This is a disguised check and balance. Summoning the spirit occupies the quota, and ghost oppression can no longer be used.

now.

Zhang Xiansheng stood on the river of blood with the ghost bride standing beside him.

If he wanted to, Fang Shiming would sink into the river of blood in an instant, but he didn't do it.

"You lose." Zhang Xiansheng said calmly.

Fang Shiming gritted his teeth: "I know, I will keep my promise."

He fished out an old pair of scissors from his pocket.

The style of the scissors is not modern, but from the Republic of China period. There are strange black hairs wrapped around the handles of the scissors. These black hairs are connected to the scalp and some parts have begun to rot.

The blood waves surged and the ghost scissors fell into the blood river.

soon.

There was a sound of breaking water, and the ghost scissors flew out.

Zhang Xiansheng took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The hair that was previously entangled in the scissors disappeared, and the filth also disappeared. Instead, the ghost blood covered the scissors as if a layer of red paint was applied, making this pair of ghost scissors a completely red pair of scissors.

Fang Shiming, who was not far away, naturally saw it too. He took a deep breath and said, "No wonder you wanted to take this pair of ghost scissors."

He added: "I'm really surprised that you didn't kill me directly. If I were you, I would definitely do it directly without mercy."

Zhang Xiansheng moved his eyes away from the ghost scissors and looked at Fang Shiming, saying casually: "So you are not me. Besides, I didn't let you go. I was just thinking about how to deal with it. It's more interesting."

After a while.

He had an idea and found it very interesting.

"How about this, I'll accept your oppressive ghost, and then show you a way out. You leave Dajing City, and I'll be the boss of this circle of friends. How do you think?"

Fang Shiming hesitated a little, but not for too long. He was now in a situation where he was at the mercy of others. How could he have any choice?

He asked directly: "What is the clear path?"

"The ghost bus, no, it should be called a ghost bus. You should have heard of it, right?"

"The file that Yang Jian reported?"

"The funnel lives up to its reputation." Zhang Xiansheng said, "Yes, it is the ghost car. You may get a chance to become stronger, or you may die there."

"Personally, I hope you can live and become stronger, so that you can have fun in the future. It doesn't matter if you die. Anyway, I have already taken away everything I like from you now."

"Also...if you become stronger while alive and feel that you are capable, you are welcome to seek revenge on me. I am very boring."

(End of this chapter)