Weird Regulator

Fang Shenyan, who fell to the ground, felt mixed emotions in his heart as he looked at the figure walking further and further away.

He stared straight for a long time, until the figure and the black mist completely disappeared from sight, then he lowered his head.

The slightly immature face carries a maturity and aloofness that does not match his age.

Fang Shenyan, who was not wearing glasses, looked at his empty left sleeve, feeling a hint of complexity and self-mockery in his heart.

"My name is Fang Shenyan, and I am the clerk at the seventh branch of Tianhai Hotel.

Those are ghosts, the enemies I have to face.

Those are people and they are my enemies.

But that woman..."

Nearly twenty-four hours have passed since the last time he turned into a ghost, and Fang Shenyan has basically recovered most of his memories.

It's just that he is not familiar enough with some people. He only knows that he has met them before or has some interactions with them.

Just like now, he still can't remember the name of the woman who risked her life to save him.

However, even though he has lost his memory and his body has shrunk, he still has a superior mind, from the memory he recovered before to the judgment he just made.

Fang Shenyan came to a conclusion: "That ghost doesn't want my life, just my left arm."

He clearly remembered that there was a "1" symbol on his left arm, which meant that he was the ghost's first victim, and at the same time, only his left arm was what the other party wanted.

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

Then later, he should see the man again, and by then he should have lost his left leg.

"The limbs, organs, and parts are marked with symbols for the order of harvesting.

I seem to remember that the woman who saved me was No. 2, but I had not seen any symbols on her limbs before. "

Fang Shenyan frowned, as if he had discovered something.

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

Splicing...

Fang Shenyan couldn't help but think of this word, because he remembered that not long ago, it also snowed in this world.

In that Kyoto snow, there was an evil ghost that manipulated the human form and played with life.

The way the human figure is made...is by splicing the limbs together!

While speaking, Fang Shenyan's age and appearance grew again, and now he has become a young man.

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

Fang Shenyan stood up from the ground with difficulty. The rapid increase in age made his vision blurred, so he took out his glasses from his arms and put them on.

With clear vision, he smelled bursts of burning smell. In the A-3 dormitory building in 2000, the fire in half of the building was out of control.

This was Xiao Qianduye's follow-up method, but Fang Shenyan laughed without making any further comments.

The words he said to Xiao Qianduye when he was fifteen years old were not to ask Xiao Qian to give up on him and run for his life.

In fact, what he meant by "meaningless" was that little Qianduye's self-mutilation was worthless.

Because this ghost never wanted to kill everyone from the beginning, it just wanted to get the limbs numbered by it on everyone.

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

Therefore, the young Qiandu leaves will not die.

Fang Shenyan had completely recovered his memory at this moment, covering his left arm and starting to walk downstairs, no longer caring about the miserable little Qianduye.

Since she won't die now, he will have his own things to do.

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

But before leaving, Fang Shenyan closed the originally opened iron door in the middle of the left and right corridors on the first floor, causing the fire on the right floor to spread to the left.

If Fang Shenyan had not closed the door, little Qianduye would not have been killed by the ghost, but would have been blocked by the fire he set and died in the sea of ​​fire.

…

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

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

Some are just a huge coffin.

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

Mu Nianmei was so powerful that it was suffocating.

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

The two of them sat cross-legged on the spot, their faces flickering in and out, as if they were engaging in some kind of spiritual struggle.

The most direct victims were only three people.

Tongguan used his right hand with little mobility left to hold on to a white candle. The veins on his arm popped out and turned a strange purple-red color.

A large number of blood vessels are swollen, and the blood is moving rapidly towards the palm. The blood vessels like earthworms look hideous and terrifying.

The skin flakes started to fall off, but it was just skin flakes, but slowly there were pieces of flesh that started to fester.

Starting from the top, a whole piece of flesh and blood with rubber bands fell to the ground. The pain was so terrible that Tongguan almost broke his teeth.

But it seems that because he is holding a white candle in his hand, he can resist a little, so his right arm has not completely collapsed.

But the remaining two people, Jie Zheng and Yu Xing, were powerless to resist.

Yu Xing's right leg showed signs of cracking from the root. The skin had been completely broken, and most of the flesh was separated at this moment.

The most terrible thing is that his leg bones are stretched horribly.

In less than a moment, his right leg will be torn off by invisible force while still alive.

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

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

Wailing everywhere, but unable to resist.

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

He had already lost his right hand and left leg, and now the clothes on his body had been torn apart, and a complete red line marked his entire torso as a prison.

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

Ji Li observed everyone. What Mu Nianmei wanted was Tongguan's right arm, Yu Xing's right leg and Xie's straightened torso.

These parts are clearly marked: "4, 5, 6"

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

There was almost no difference from Fang Shenyan's guess. Mu Nianmei did not want to kill everyone at this time. Her purpose was to obtain the body parts of these six people.

But this situation also depends on luck.

For example, Tongguan and Yu Xing, their hands and feet are numbered, and they will not die immediately even if they cannot resist.

But Xie Zheng is a pure unlucky guy. He was chosen for his torso, so he will definitely die.

The word "humanoid" also flashed in Ji Li's mind.

"The ghost Mu Nianmei is so special. Could it be that its death was due to luck?"

Just when Ji Li was reciting these words silently and preparing to laugh at Jie Zheng's tragic death, something unexpected happened.

The burning sensation of fire came out of nowhere, and in addition to snow, the wind also smelled of rot and ashes, as if the A-3 building had become a place of fire in an instant.

But looking around, there was no open fire at all, but Ji Li could clearly feel the strong burning sensation when he turned his head.

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

The original structure actually collapsed, with countless steel and concrete pouring down, but it was immediately stitched back together, but the layout was completely different from before.

The whole building was changing. Starting from the burning smell, the original A-3 building changed into a completely different scene in just one second.

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

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

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

In the vast darkness, he got an answer.

Fang Shenyan did something in 2000 that changed the present in 2015, and Building A-3 was reorganized as a result.

A little change fifteen years ago was enough to change the current status of the world and save everyone in the dark.

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

The greatest thing in the world is the word rules.