In the newspaper room, Xu Lang first sent away Gao Yiyuan and Wuming, but Yan Yan still sat in the same place with his head down, with no intention of leaving.
Xu Lang closed the door and turned and walked to the edge of the chair. He did not sit down and looked at him strangely.
Yan Yan raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Xu Lang's left hand. It was like a palm smeared with ink. There was no abnormal breath there, but he clearly remembered that in the previous mission, this The moment his left hand appeared, he felt a kind of evil-like cold.
"What the hell is going on with your hand?"
Xu Lang stood there thinking for a moment, then sat down, placed his left hand on his leg, and looked up and down. Now his left hand is like an object to him, without the slightest control ability.
He handed this hand over, and after staring at him suspiciously with a frown, he pinched the skin of the dark palm with his fingertips, but found that Xu Lang didn't feel any pain, just like this hand. Has been separated from himself.
"This hand... lost control?"
Xu Lang nodded when he heard the words. He rubbed his wrists with some annoyance, and sighed and said, "I killed an innocent girl. Due to the particularity of the mission, she became an evil spirit after her death and took possession of me. Left hand!"
The shock flashed in Yan Yan's eyes, and he looked at the left hand seriously again, stretched out his hand to squeeze it, and found that Xu Lang did not lie.
"Going back to the newspaper office, can't it be repaired?" His tone was a little weird, because according to normal circumstances, this could be regarded as an injury suffered during the mission, why not repair it
Xu Lang shook his head: "My hand was injured the day before the mission started. It should be with me for a lifetime..." When he said this, there was some melancholy in his eyes. It was obvious that he was gone. Good way to deal with it.
"An evil spirit occupies a part of your body... The newspaper doesn't care about it..." Yan Yan touched his chin, as if lost in thought, then his eyes lit up, "In this way, your left hand cannot be said to be useless. If it is occupied by another evil spirit, will it have the ability to resist other evil spirits?"
Yan Yan did think of this. Humans cannot fight against evil spirits, but evil spirits can! Can the situation of Xu Lang's hand be used as a means to check and balance the remaining evil spirits in future tasks, at least one more means of self-protection
Xu Lang smiled bitterly again, raised that hand to his eyes, and then let go weakly: "It is not under my control, and it is not a very powerful evil spirit. Normal task evil spirits have no resistance at all, even I didn’t dare to show up, and I would forcibly obstruct my actions in case of emergency. It’s a hidden danger to stay by my side..."
Having said that, he paused, looked around the room, and added faintly: "Besides, I can't live with an evil spirit. This feeling is too weird."
Yan Yan nodded thoughtfully. Hearing this, he also felt that this left hand was really tasteless, "Then what do you want to do?"
Xu Lang stretched out his right hand, and an axe suddenly appeared in his palm with his five fingers spread out. It was shining with cold light under the shining of the sun. The sharpness of the axe was flowing on the blade. Holding the axe in his right hand, he placed his left hand on the table and picked Eyebrow looked at Yan Yan.
"Would you like to help me?"
Yan Yan shook his head and chuckled softly: "It seems that you are trying to get me to avenge my revenge. If I help you, the newspaper will be judged to have deliberately hurt people. You should do it yourself."
Xu Lang smiled even more in his eyes. As he got up from the chair, he continued to tease: "Then you stand farther away. It's really hard to see this kind of occasion."
Long before he could speak, Yan Yan had already left his original position, standing behind the wall, ready to watch the show.
Whether or not Xu Lang can chop off this hand, it will have no effect.
This was just an attempt, and there was nothing serious about it, and it would not hinder the rest of life. After all, his left hand itself did not have the ability to control.
Xu Lang raised his eyes and glanced at the raised axe, took a deep breath, and pointed it at his wrist. The hand still didn't move. I don't know if he didn't care about his actions or he didn't dare to be in the newspaper office. Exuding breath.
The axe blade was cut off in an instant, and it slashed precisely to the left wrist. Xu Lang's teeth were clenched and he was ready to break his hand. He had experienced this feeling many times, as if it signaled the insecurity of his left hand. Finally fulfilled.
But when his axe was about to touch his wrist, Xu Lang could already clearly feel that the sharp blade aroused his goose bumps, but the strength of his right hand suddenly dissipated, but he did not immediately hit it. Go down...
The weird feeling was like something preventing the axe blade from falling. The strangest thing was that Xu Lang had a strange feeling in his heart. There was a voice not allowing him to chop off his left hand...
This voice belongs to him, as if a trace of resistance has been injected into his heart, and his decision to cut off his left hand is quickly dissipating.
Xu Lang's heart is only hairy. This feeling of psychological influence inexplicably makes him feel like a chill on his back, because this is the influence on him from the bottom of his heart. He slowly placed the axe on the ground and sat with frowning. Down, very puzzled.
Yan Yan saw this scene, walked back from the wall, looked at Xu Lang's appearance and asked, "Why didn't you cut it?"
Xu Lang curled his eyebrows, looked up at him, then lowered his head quickly, and said softly: "It's the newspaper, it's affecting my psychology and preventing me from cutting off this hand..."
Yan Yan thought for a while and said: "Your left hand should be the only evil spirit in the newspaper, but because you two exist in symbiosis, you have to accommodate it. It is estimated that after you cut it off, it is in the newspaper. There will be a single evil spirit, maybe some changes will happen at that time, so the newspaper will stop you..."
But after saying this, he felt a bit far-fetched, because the evil spirits had walked into the newspaper when the human skin lanterns were...but there was no abnormality.
Xu Lang sighed, and said unwillingly: "The Infinite Mission has already put me in danger several times. If it continues to be kept, it is no different from a time bomb, but I have to keep it by my side at all times..." , He thought for a moment, the newspaper office cannot be separated, and in the real world he can't guarantee that the now seemingly peaceful left hand will recover when he cuts it off...
This is a dilemma, but as a human, Xu Lang can only choose the safest one.
Yan Yan's eyes were shining, and he suddenly chuckled, staring at Xu Lang, as if thinking of something, Xu Lang frowned and glared at him: "What are you laughing at?"
"Is this girl from before his death, beautiful?"
Xu Lang's brow furrowed tighter, and he just answered truthfully, "Pretty pretty."
"Then keep it. Since she was a beautiful girl before her death, it is not a loss if you take her all day long..." After saying this, Yan Yan suddenly stood up, and hurryed in Xu Lang's unsightly eyes. Step towards the door.
But after he opened the door, he stopped again, turned his head and took a look at Xu Lang's appearance, and said solemnly: "Actually, if you don't enter the newspaper office, you have a personality like your appearance and want to find a beautiful girl. It's not easy..."
Hearing this, Xu Lang stretched out his hand and touched his cheek very seriously. He glanced at Yan Yan somewhat blankly. Indeed, compared with Yan Yan, his appearance was too ordinary.
And when Xu Lang was about to say something, Yan Yan had already slammed the door shut and left completely, leaving Xu Lang alone in the room.
Xu Lang sighed and walked slowly to the window. Looking at the world outside the window, he slowly raised his left hand. This hand was to be carried by him, which really made him feel uneasy...
At this moment, the phone on his desk suddenly buzzed and vibrated. He frowned and picked up the phone, only to find a string of unfamiliar numbers on the screen. His memory was not bad, and his social circle was also very good. Stable and pitiful, he remembers the phone number of almost everyone he knows.
But at this moment, the number of the caller has never been seen before. It is very unfamiliar. Xu Lang felt his palm shaking while holding his mobile phone. After thinking about it, he wondered if he would be one of the two mysterious characters who sent text messages...
After Xu Lang thought for a long time, he didn't pick it up. Until the ringing time was over, Xu Lang frowned and looked at the phone, but did not move.
And while he was thinking about it, that string of phone calls came again, and it seemed that the people over there seemed to be in a hurry...
Xu Lang adjusted his mentality. In that case, he had to pick it up. He pressed the Connect button and placed it in his ear without saying a word, waiting for the other end of the phone to speak first.
I don't know that the people on the other side of the phone seem to be waiting for Xu Lang to speak. Xu Lang's brows are getting tighter and he can't help but feel a sense of irritability in his heart.
Just after the two parties were silent for a few seconds, there was a murmur on the phone, and then a thick voice, and a somewhat urgent voice rang out. It was a woman, and the woman was not too young to hear the voice...
"Um... how do you say this, you are the boss?" The woman's tone seemed a bit embarrassing and abrupt. This sentence also seemed inexplicable.
After Xu Lang heard the words, he moved the phone a little further and looked at the phone number again. He was sure that he did not know this person, nor had he heard the voice of this person, especially the vulgarity of this sentence, which dispelled him. Be patient and hang up the phone directly!
But then the phone called again. Xu Lang thought about it again and again. He picked up angrily and said: "This lady, I don't know you, nor the boss you mentioned. If you call and harass me again, I I don’t rule out the possibility that you will be accused of making troubles.
After saying this, Xu Lang was about to hang up, but on the other side of the microphone, the middle-aged woman seemed to be extremely anxious, and a slightly foreign accent voice shouted: "Don't don't! I'm Zhu Zixing. Mom, you are his boss, he is in an accident!" (End of this chapter)