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Chapter 119 The Ghost Scissors (2.4k)

Fang Shiming thought Cao Yanhua was calling again, so he cursed under his breath and hung up.

After the call was disconnected, the screen immediately lit up, displaying a text message.

"You will die in one minute."

The text message was attached with an audio recording.

Even though I didn't click on it, the recording started playing on its own.

The voice coming through the satellite phone was his own.

"It's you again..."

Behind this simple conversation coming from the recording, there was a cacophony of static and the constant whistling of wind.

Fang Shiming's unease reached its peak.

"This is absolutely my own voice; with current technology, it cannot be replicated..."

"So, this is a supernatural method, or rather, a supernatural attack."

Realizing this, Fang Shiming did not hesitate and discarded the satellite phone.

Fang Shiming guessed that this was most likely something Lu Ming had done to him during their earlier exchange.

Actually, he was a little unsure of himself.

Because he wasn't sure whether the text message he had just received was a supernatural curse or a supernatural prophecy.

The difference between the two is significant.

If it's the latter, then it's easier to handle.

If it's the former...

rustle!

Suddenly, I heard the sound of wind in my ear.

When Fang Shiming looked up again, he found that all the neon lights around him had gone dark.

No, it wasn't that the neon lights went out, but rather that his environment had changed, and everything around him had disappeared.

"This is where?!"

The boundless darkness seemed poised to swallow the entire world.

Unlike the night sky, what was presented to Fang Shiming was absolute, pure darkness, without a trace of impurity.

The only sound your ears can hear is the howling wind.

These gusts of cold wind brought with them a strong stench of rotting corpses.

Without a doubt, the wind blowing at this moment was not an ordinary wind, but a ghost wind controlled by Fang Shiming.

"The vengeful ghost is about to awaken..."

He realized that his last line of defense had been broken, like a taut string suddenly snapping; that moment had finally arrived.

To Fang Shiming's bewilderment, he was completely unaware of the foul-smelling wind lashing against him, and felt no sense of being corrupted by the supernatural.

Click!

Fang Shiming stiffly turned his neck, his cervical spine cracking. He lowered his head and could barely see his current condition.

His entire body was covered in cracks and countless round holes of varying sizes; there wasn't a single patch of intact skin left.

These small holes expand and contract with the rising cold wind, as if they were breathing.

Fang Shiming's body had been completely corrupted by the supernatural, so it's no wonder he was completely unaware of the ghost wind.

"Am I... already dead?"

He wanted to speak, but he couldn't; he could only open his mouth silently.

This is not the end.

A gash appeared on the top of Fang Shiming's forehead and ran through his entire body.

His flesh and blood shattered, blood splattered, and his body split into two pieces before he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

What filled Fang Shiming with despair was that a murky puddle appeared not far in front of him. With a ripple on the surface, two figures, one in red and one in white, emerged from the darkness…

Fang Shiming is dead. This time he is really dead. His consciousness has completely dissipated, and his rotting body has become a lifeless corpse.

Moreover, he failed to stir up trouble one last time before his death.

That strange phone call became the final straw that broke him. Lu Ming looked at Fang Shiming's cold body lying on the ground with a calm expression.

To be honest, the three ghosts that Fang Shiming controlled—Ghost Wind, Ghost Flesh, and Ghost Suppression—were not of much value to him.

After all, Lu Ming's current situation is very special. Although the supernatural beings he controls have achieved a balance, this does not mean that Lu Ming can ignore the risks and control other evil spirits at will.

In the past, Lu Ming might have been interested in ghost meat, but now, with the teru teru bozu hanging from his waist, Lu Ming's need to repair his body is not so great.

Not to mention, judging from Fang Shiming's condition, ghost flesh isn't necessarily a good thing. After controlling this ghost, Lu Ming is very likely to revert to that inhuman, ghost-like state, devoid of any vitality, and all the attributes on his stats will decline again...

So Lu Ming simply used gold to imprison Fang Shiming's body.

As the pervasive darkness dissipated, the surrounding environment returned to normal, and all sorts of passersby came into view.

"what!"

"Killed!"

The first person to spot Lu Ming and Fang Shiming was a woman. She screamed and fled in panic, even knocking her high heels over on the ground, not having time to pick them up.

No wonder she reacted so strongly.

The main reason is that the scene in front of me is so visually striking.

A young man with a stiff face and a cold expression was wearing a white mourning dress.

In front of him was a corpse broken in two.

The corpse's death was extremely gruesome, as if it had suffered inhuman torture before its death, reminiscent of the "Black Dahlia" incident that had been seen in the news before.

What is most horrifying and incomprehensible is that this young man in mourning clothes squatted down and carefully placed the broken body parts into a gold container.

Judging from the skill with which he moved, he's probably done this kind of thing quite a few times before.

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After locking up Fang Shiming's body, Lu Ming took a pair of scissors from his body.

This pair of scissors is a supernatural object. It has an old-fashioned style and is different from ordinary red scissors. There are many black stains on both sides of the handle, and there are also coils of black hair wrapped around it.

Judging from their length, these hairs were all pulled from a woman's head. Some of the hairs still had scalp attached to their roots and emitted a foul, putrid odor.

"I've got the scissors."

Lu Ming put the supernatural item away with satisfaction.

With this pair of ghost scissors, Lu Ming not only collected another essential item for the wedding, but also gained the ability to use this supernatural item to kill people from a distance.

As long as the name and photo are provided, this ghostly pair of scissors can kill silently, and the victim may never know who did it until their death.

There are too many people in the world with the same name or similar appearance, but by combining the two, it is possible to achieve near-perfect accuracy and allow the supernatural to lock onto the target to be killed.

In the original timeline, Fang Shiming used this thing to attack Yang Jian.

And she even made two careful cuts.

With a horizontal and a vertical stroke, Yang Jian's head was cut open.

No normal person would ever imagine that someone could survive with their head cut up like that.

So, if we're going to talk about bad luck, it's that Fang Shiming was unlucky to run into Yang Jian, who had a music box.

This time, Fang Shiming was unlucky again.

Lu Ming knew all about him and had made thorough preparations in advance.

On the other hand, Fang Shiming only knew of Yang Jian's existence and not Lu Ming's, so he was caught off guard.

After securing Fang Shiming's body in a golden container, Lu Ming left the scene.

He thought to himself, "Headquarters will use the Ghost Painting to suppress the Ghost Messenger's actions tomorrow night... In any case, I will not take the initiative to interfere in this matter; the Ghost Painting is far too dangerous."

"I just need to wait for the right moment to let the bride take the lead."

In short, it means only wanting to enjoy the benefits and not wanting to take the risks.

Lu Ming felt no shame about his thoughts.

After all, he never denied that he was a selfish guy who always put himself first.

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Lu Ming's round trip took only a little over a minute.

The streetlights along the street were broken. Yang Jian stood to the side, the ghost eye on his forehead emitting a scarlet light, turning slightly.

"Lu Ming, Fang Shiming is dead?"

(End of this chapter)