Mysterious recovery

However, the Liu Qingqing that emerged had no hands, no face, only mutilated corpses in red cheongsams and high heels.

These corpses are not real, but they can be touched and touched.

The red cheongsam is particularly eye-catching on those faceless and handsless corpses, and every corpse is the same.

"Go away."

The hatchet in Yang Jian's hand chopped off, abruptly dismembering several corpses.

After the body fell down, it didn't disappear, only a few red shoe prints disappeared.

But the rest of the corpses wearing cheongsams rushed over again, making up for the number of dismembered corpses.

It seemed that Liu Qingqing wanted to use this method to consume Yang Jian to death.

No wonder she said she wanted to pull Yang Jian back.

If Liu Qingqing can really hold on, maybe there is such a possibility.

"Do you want to kill me?" Yang Jian sneered, "I really thought you could do it."

Among the countless corpses, there is a special existence mixed in, that is a person with hands and a face, and it is also Liu Qingqing hidden in it.

It's just that she hides so deeply that it is impossible to determine the location.

Liu Qingqing said: "If you don't consume it, I'll make it a big deal for Li Gui to recover, Yang Jian, don't underestimate anyone, and now that your ghost eyes are suppressed, maybe I can kill you without using it."

All the corpses in red cheongsams were surging towards Yang Jianwei.

Yang Jian's sight was being obstructed, his ghost domain was being blocked, and the range was being compressed.

"If you can stand it, that Liu Ziwen must also be able to stand it."

Among countless media, Liu Qingqing was silent for a while.

The corpses came more and more urgently, trying to engulf Yang Jian.

Obviously, Yang Jian was right.

Liu Qingqing can't afford it, but Liu Ziwen can't.

Forcibly covering the three ghost eyes was not an easy task for him. Although Liu Qingqing and Liu Ziwen jointly suppressed Yang Jian for the time being, this balance would be broken.

"If that's the case, I still have more dangerous ways to deal with you." Liu Qingqing's voice came, and she still had no means to use.

"Then try it."

Yang Jian's blackened ghost hand directly grabbed a corpse. The corpse was disappearing, and the medium could no longer be maintained under the pressure of the ghost hand, but the red cheongsam on the corpse was particularly bright, and the medium's existence was maintained for a short time , so that the medium that was about to disappear in an instant can still support it.

The result of this brief support is very deadly, because the speed of killing these corpses is not as fast as the increased speed.

"Is this the consequence of completing the puzzle?" Yang Jian's face sank.

The red high-heeled shoes and the red cheongsam made up for each other's shortcomings, and what's more, that Liu Qingqing also controlled a third ghost.

That puppet.

It's just that the ability of this ghost has not been used yet, but if it is all part of the puzzle, it should be quite tricky.

"It seems that Liu Qingqing has obtained part of the memory of the woman from the Republic of China, and knows how to use supernatural powers. It is impossible for her to understand so quickly on her own."

"However, this does not mean that she can suppress me."

The ghost under Yang Jian's feet immediately spread to the surroundings.

Those red shoe prints stopped and did not move forward, the surroundings were shrouded in black shadows, and the red shoe prints had no place to stay.

There is no way for this shoe print to step on the ghost.

Because ghosting doesn't leave shoe prints.

Wearing a cheongsam, the media like corpses all stopped their activities.

Then, blackened and cold palms appeared on these corpses. These palms firmly grasped the corpse's feet and arms, further preventing the corpse from moving.

soon.

The corpse stopped moving.

Holding a long spear, Yang Jian directly pushed the corpses to the ground, and did not use the hatchet anymore. After all, the hatchet has to bear the price.

The corpse was pushed down, lost its balance, and immediately triggered a terrible curse of certain death.

The fallen bodies are disappearing one by one, and the medium is being wiped away.

Although the red cheongsam was extremely bright and possessed some supernatural power to maintain these corpses, it could not last for too long.

In this confrontation, Yang Jian not only used the supernatural power of the two ghosts, but also used a mortal curse. Although Liu Qingqing also controlled the two ghosts, she lost to the supernatural items, so she was in Being suppressed, gaining an advantage little by little in being Yang Jian.

"Isn't that Yang Jian dead yet? No, if this continues, I will be consumed to death." Liu Ziwen's face was distorted in pain at this moment, he was sweating and twitching all over his body.

His eyes were white, blind, and rotted under the glasses.

This is completely blind.

In addition, his senses are also disappearing. The first thing that disappears is the sense of smell. He can no longer smell, and then the sense of hearing begins to blur. It is not as sensitive as before. Even the consciousness has a feeling of leaving the body. Feeling, dull and in a trance.

Use supernatural power to cover the three ghost eyes, and keep consuming it, which is fatal.

According to his thinking, he tried his best to suppress Yang Jian for a while, and then that Liu Qingqing would help, and Wang Yong would kill the one named Li Yang, and the situation would be reversed in an instant.

At that time, three to one, the odds of winning are great.

But he didn't hear Wang Yong's voice.

Obviously, Wang Yong's progress was not smooth. He failed to kill the man named Li Yang in the first place. Similarly, Liu Qingqing couldn't kill Yang Jian by himself. It is estimated that it would be good if he could hold it for a while.

"The balance point is on me. Once I can't hold on and Yang Jian's ghost eyes lose control, the situation will get worse." Although Liu Ziwen couldn't see, he was very clear-headed.

"Wait, someone is approaching."

Subsequently.

Liu Ziwen's heart shrank suddenly, he heard a voice, someone approaching quickly.

That's... Yang Jian.

The corpses around Yang Jian were forcibly pushed away, and the fallen corpses triggered the curse of losing balance and death, and began to disappear, and the corpses after disappearing could not be replenished, because all directions were covered by ghosts, and the blood-stained shoes India has no place to stay and cannot continue to increase the number.

"Is there still no way to compete with Yang Jian just by relying on my current supernatural power?" Liu Qingqing stared at Yang Jian among countless corpses in red cheongsam.

As the last body was pushed away.

Yang Jian came out, and Liu Ziwen, who was blind in front of him, stood there, leaning against the wall, looking very painful.

Without saying a word, he raised the spear in his hand and stabbed out.

That's the part that falls on the coffin nails.

"Yang Jian, I'm not dead yet, what are you in a hurry for?" Liu Qingqing suddenly appeared and stopped Liu Ziwen.

The coffin nails stabbed her, but they didn't penetrate into Liu Qingqing's body. The red cheongsam and the body of the puppet under the cheongsam seemed unable to penetrate easily.

"Blocked?" Yang Jian's eyes narrowed.

Then he understood again: "It turns out that if the nails can't go in, the coffin nails won't be able to play their role. You really dare to block it. Who gave you the confidence that I can't kill you?"

next moment.

Lifting the hatchet, it slashed fiercely at Liu Qingqing's head.

Liu Qingqing raised her palm to block the knife, she said with a cold face: "I know a lot about your information, the hatchet that can dismember all supernatural beings is really powerful, I have been thinking about how to crack this thing, and I finally Found it, and the method is not difficult."

She was wearing gloves, which seemed to be made of gold, to isolate herself from contact with the hatchet.

Chapter One Thousand and Two

Yang Jian felt ridiculous when he saw Liu Qingqing reached out to hold the hatchet, and looked confident.

"You are so stupid, blocking my coffin nails with your cheongsam, and grabbing my hatchet with your gloves, do you think you can spend with me forever without being killed by me? If it's just like this, you can go on the road for me today."

Liu Qingqing didn't speak, just stared at Yang Jian, holding the hatchet with both hands, refusing to let go.

She has great strength, not like the strength that a normal woman should have. If an ordinary person is caught like this, even the bones will be crushed.

But Yang Jian's strength is not small.

It seems that until now, even such things as strength have been used.

It seems to be a bit of a dead end.

But Liu Qingqing knew very well that she was at a disadvantage, because there was another Liu Ziwen helping to suppress Ghost Eye. Once Ghost Eye lost the suppression, Yang Jian could immediately restart himself.

At that time, he will not be killed.

Facing an unkillable enemy, then the one who died must be himself.

"Yang Jian, stop talking big, the supernatural power you can control is indeed terrifying, but haven't you been able to kill me so far?"

Liu Qingqing said: "So you are not invincible, as long as the method is right, you will still be killed, and do you know why I have not appeared until now?"

"Because I need to use the power of the messenger on the fifth floor. If I am alone, I will definitely be killed by you."

"But now, the loser is you."

next moment.

Liu Qingqing suddenly let go of the hatchet she was holding tightly, instead of retreating, she rushed towards Yang Jian, with a bloody sharp knife in her hand at some point.

This sharp knife does not belong to her, it belongs to the man who runs the driver among the messengers on the fifth floor.

The messenger before was killed by Yang Jian using Zhao Feng's body, and then he ignored it.

Liu Qingqing came close and threw herself at Yang Jian, as if embracing her, but the sharp knife pierced Yang Jian's chest and sank 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 real, not an illusion."

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 was really killed, she would 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 physical pain didn't matter at all.

"You do know me very well, but your understanding is not thorough enough. It can be seen that you have incomplete memories of the woman from the Republic of China. Otherwise, this knife would never have stabbed me."

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.

But even so, he still didn't take it too seriously.

Liu Qingqing was stunned, she still raised her head slightly to stare at Yang Jian, observing the subtle changes in the person in front of her.

She wanted to see Yang Jian fear, remorse, and failure.

However, what he saw was indifference and a hint of joking.

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

Liu Qingqing still firmly grasped the sharp knife and pushed it in desperately.

It seemed that he wanted to penetrate Yang Jian's entire body.

"Dead? Haha." Yang Jian smiled: "Will I die less often? I really think that I, Yang Jian, relied on what I am today. Is it luck? You want to kill me, so I want to know, in the face of the real How did you kill me?"

The next moment, the spear in his hand stood heavily on the ground.

Then let go of his hands, opened his arms, and fell back heavily.

"boom!"

With a smile on his face, Yang Jian's face was ashen, and his chest was bleeding profusely, like a cold corpse that had fallen to the ground, without breath or movement.

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

But the next moment.