Fang Shenyan, who fell to the ground, looked at the figure moving further and further away, and felt mixed feelings.

He looked straight for a long time until the figure and the black mist disappeared completely in his sight before he bowed his head.

On his slightly tender face, he was mature and lonely and cold that was not in line with his age.

Fang Shenyan, who was not wearing glasses, looked at his empty left sleeve, and a trace of complexity and self-deprecation flashed through his heart.

"My name is Fang Shenyan, I am the clerk of the Seventh Branch of Tianhai Hotel.

Those are ghosts, the enemies I have to face.

Those are people, and my enemies.

But that woman..."

It has almost 24 hours passed since the last time he turned into a ghost. Fang Shenyan has basically replied to most of his memories.

But he is not familiar with some people, he only knows that he has seen them, or has some intersections.

For example, now, he still can't remember what the woman who sacrificed her life to save him was called.

However, despite his lack of memory and smaller body shape, he still has outstanding minds, from the memory he recovered before to the judgment he just made.

Fang Shenyan came to a conclusion: "What the ghost wants is not my life, but my left arm."

He clearly remembered that there was a "1" symbol on his left arm, which means that he was the first victim of the ghost, and only his left arm was what the other party wanted.

By analogy, Fang Shenyan remembered that there was a vulgar middle-aged man with a "3" symbol on his left leg.

Then later, he should see the man again, and then he should lose his left leg.

"The limbs, organs, and parts are symbolized by them, in order to cut off the order.

I seem to remember that the woman who saved me should be number 2, but I didn’t see any signs on her limbs before.”

Fang Shenyan frowned, as if he had discovered something.

What did this ghost want to do after taking the limbs of the clerks?

Splicing...

Fang Shenyan couldn't help but think of this word because he remembered that it was snowing in the world not long ago.

In that snow in Kyoto, there was an evil ghost who manipulated human figures and played with life.

The way to make human figures... is to splice the limbs!

Just as he spoke, Fang Shenyan's age and form grew up again, and now he has become a young man.

I'm afraid that it won't take long before he will return to the thirty-one-year-old cold man who is planning.

Fang Shenyan stood up with difficulty from the ground. The soaring age blurred his vision in front of him, so he took out his glasses from his arms and put them on.

In his clear vision, he smelled bursts of burning smell. In the A-3 dormitory building in 2000, the fire in half of the building was no longer controlled.

This is Xiao Qianduye's follow-up method, but Fang Shenyan laughed and did not make any comments.

When he was fifteen years old, what he said to Xiao Qianduye did not make Xiao Qian give up and run away quickly.

In fact, what he said is "meaningless" refers to Xiao Qianduye's self-harm, which is worthless.

Because, this ghost never thought of killing everyone from the beginning, it just wanted to get the limbs of everyone's body numbered by it.

At least, it doesn't want to kill it all now.

Therefore, Xiao Qianduye will not die.

Fang Shenyan had completely recovered his memory at this moment, covered his left arm and began to walk downstairs, ignoring the miserable little Qianduye.

Since she will not die now, he will have his own things to do.

"The fourth handbag is the task to be carried out today."

However, before leaving, Fang Shenyan closed the iron gate that had been opened in the middle of the corridor on the left and right floors, and the fire on the right floor spread to the left.

If Fang Shenyan had not closed this door, then Xiao Qianduye would not be killed by the ghost, but would be blocked by the fire he had set off and be buried in the sea of ​​fire.

...

The world in 2015, the same first floor of Shanming University of Finance and Economics.

There is no left and right sides, nor is there a circular A-3 dormitory building.

Some are just a huge coffin.

Ji Li sat alone on the coffin, looking at the five living people struggling with pain and pain below.

Mu Nianmei is so powerful that she is breathtaking.

Li Lixin and Gao Yan, the two people who were out of the matter, did not suffer much persecution, but at this moment they seemed to be disturbed by some kind of thought.

The two sat cross-legged, their faces flashing, as if they were fighting in some kind of spiritual realm.

The most direct victims are only three.

Tongguan pressed a white candle tightly with his right hand, which had little left to move. The blue veins on his arm burst out, showing a strange purple-red color.

A large number of blood vessels were rising, and the blood was moving quickly towards the palms. Blood vessels, like earthworms, looked hideous and terrifying.

The dander began to fall off, but it was just dander, but slowly the meat began to become ulcerated.

From the top, a whole piece of flesh and blood with rubber bands fell to the ground, and the terrible pain made Tongguan almost bite his teeth.

But it seemed that because he was holding a white candle in his hand, he could resist a little, so his right arm had not completely fallen.

But for the rest of Jie Zheng, Yu Xing and the others had no power to resist.

Yu Xing's right leg began to show signs of cracking from the root, his skin had completely broken, and most of the flesh was separated at this moment.

The worst thing is that his legs were stretched in a terrible situation.

In a moment, his right leg would be torn off with invisible force.

This method of killing is simply the most terrible torture in the world.

Yu Xing was tortured by severe pain. In just two minutes, he had fainted once in the pain, but was awakened by the more intense pain.

Wailing everywhere, but without any ability to resist.

But compared to Tongguan and Yu Xing, Jie is the most miserable one.

He had already lost his right hand and left leg, and now his clothes had been torn apart, and a complete red line drew his entire torso into a prison.

With the red line as the frame, the remaining limbs, like five horses dismembering themselves, are fighting fiercely.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Ji Li observed everyone. What Mu Nianmei wanted was Tongguan's right arm and Yu Xing's right leg torso.

They have clear labels on these parts: "4,5,6"

It is not difficult to guess that the previous "1, 2, 3" should correspond to Fang Shenyan, Xiao Qianduye and Gao Hongqian.

It is almost the same as Fang Shenyan's guess. Mu Nianmei did not want to kill everyone at this time. Its purpose was to get the body parts of these six people.

But this situation also depends on luck.

For example, Tongguan and Yu Xing were numbered with hands and feet, and even if they couldn't resist, they would not die immediately.

But Jie Zheng is a pure unlucky guy. He was chosen to have the torso, so he will definitely die.

The word "human form" also flashed into Ji Li's mind.

"Mu Nianmei is so special. Is it all about luck to die?"

Just as Ji Li was silently reciting this and preparing to laugh at Jie Zheng's tragic death, a sudden change occurred.

The burning sensation of fire came out of thin air. In addition to snow, there was also a smell of rotten and ashes in the wind, as if in an instant, the A-3 building became a place of fire.

But looking around, there was no open fire here at all, but Ji Li turned his head and felt a strong sense of scorching.

At the same time, this 24-story A-3 dormitory building has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The original structure collapsed, and countless steel and cement poured down, but it was immediately sewn and restored, but the layout was completely different from before.

The whole building is changing. Since the burning smell began, the original A-3 floor became a different scene in just one second.

Then the strong wind blew open the door that was tightly locked in day and night, and the road to the door of life was finally reopened.

A force that was far more unstoppable than the supernatural broke through the supernatural barrier that Ji Li had worked hard for a long time but failed.

Ji Li stood up from the bronze ancient coffin, letting the wind and snow slap his cheeks, and his long hair flew behind his head.

In the vast night, he got an answer.

Fang Shenyan did something in 2000, which changed the present in 2015, and the A-3rd floor was reorganized.

A little change fifteen years ago was enough to change the current situation of the subsequent world and save everyone in a daze.

The rules of this world itself shattered Mu Nianmei's supernatural barrier.
Chapter completed!