The bus started again.

As the lights lit up in the carriage again, Yang Jian immediately realized that the most dangerous time had passed. As long as he returned to the bus again, he would be temporarily safe, at least he was worried about being targeted by these ghosts.

“Get out of here.”

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly. He felt that if he continued to stay outside, he would definitely be targeted by the mummy bride. Although the crying ghost was temporarily suppressed by the ghost rope, the crisis was not lifted.

Immediately, he stepped back.

In the ghost realm, he appeared next to the bus and then took back the ghost rope.

Without the restrictions on the ghost rope, the crying ghost fell to the ground with a loud bang. The sound was dull, like a corpse falling, and the whole person was in a strange position.

But when the crying ghost fell down, Yang Jian saw a white cloth falling beside the crying ghost. This white cloth is the white cloth used by the crying ghost to cover the face. The outline of a human face can be clearly seen on it. The outline of this human face is empty and weird, with a sad crying feeling.

Out of some intuition, Yang Jian felt that the face covering cloth that was falling from the crying grave ghost was very special.

"This thing almost made me cry to death. It shouldn't be too much to use your little thing as compensation." He did not rush to leave directly, but immediately returned to the side of the face covering cloth. After picking up the thing, he slipped away while the crying ghost was still twisting his body on the ground and trying to stand up.

After picking up the face covering cloth, Yang Jian immediately chose to get in the car.

But when he got in the car, he looked tense when he saw the driver's position.

The body of the middle-aged driver who had just fallen to the ground was sitting upright in the driver's seat. The stiff palms with the corpse spots grabbed the steering wheel tightly, opened his silent gray eyes and stared at the road ahead, as if he was about to drive.

"Did this corpse move when the fire was turned off?" Yang Jian immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

Could it be that the ghost on the bus is the corpse of the driver?

No, this is impossible.

Someone just touched the corpse, and even crossed it directly but nothing happened. Moreover, the corpse fell to the ground for several hours without any abnormality. He looked very carefully in the back seat and would never misread it.

Or is there any problem with the corpse, it’s just that the ghost in the car has straightened the corpse?

Can't figure it out.

Because there are so many strange things we encountered today, everything is a huge mystery. It is already very difficult to just find a way to survive. There is still time to think about the various reasons behind this.

"Don't worry, as long as there is no accident, now the most important thing is to wait for the bus to drive out of this ghost place. You can't continue to drag it down. If those ghosts follow you into the car, it will be bad." Yang Jian quickly retreated to the back of the carriage, ignoring the body in the driver's position.

Out of caution, he did not sit randomly, but chose to sit in his original position.

Not sure about the existence of the fourth ghost, maybe it is still in the carriage.

After Yang Jian sat down, he did not relax. He grabbed the face covering cloth in his hand tightly, and observed the scene outside.

The crying grave ghost who had taken that piece of cloth away by himself would not come to seek revenge on me, right?

At this moment, the cried grave ghost had already stood up.

The crying ghost without the face covering cloth was now finally seeing half of the face of the thing. The reason why it was half of the face was because of the angle problem, and only half of it could be seen.

But it was this half of the face that made Yang Jian feel a terrifying.

Rather than talking about face, it is better to say that there is no face at all. There is an empty hole inside the whole face, as if the face bones were dug out by someone. There is a pitch-black hole inside, which is bottomless, like an abyss, revealing an inexplicable horror.

Yang Jian couldn't see through what was inside the hole in his face with his ghost eyes, and he only saw the darkness.

After the crying ghost stood up, blood was gushing out of the hole in his face, as if Yang Jian took away the face covering cloth, which broke a certain balance.

but.

Whether Yang Jian took it or not was meaningless, because the face covering cloth itself had fallen off, and he just felt that this thing was valuable and could not be done in vain.

The crying ghost who lost the face covering cloth did not get in the car and asked Yang Jian for trouble. It seemed that this thing was not important to the things.

The grave-crying ghost cried no longer, but turned around and walked into the woods by the roadside.

He was not affected by the wave of Zhang Hao.

Next to the woods just now, there was a path suddenly appearing. The cried grave ghost quickly disappeared into the woods along the curved path. In a blink of an eye, it disappeared in front of him, with no trace and no crying sounds coming, as if he had left here.

"A ghost left?"

Yang Jian returned to his hearing after seeing the thing leaving, and at the same time he could not help but look down at the white cloth in his hand.

The white cloth is rough and old. It is more dyed into a gray color than a white cloth, a bit dirty. The outline of a crying face is printed on it and the other side is turned on.

Still the outline of a crying face.

There is nothing special about it.

But Yang Jian felt that this thing was very special, not because of the face covering itself, but because of the crying face.

Because after taking off the crying face, the grave ghost cried no longer.

Maybe it's not the ghost who cried, it's just this face...

Crying face?

Yang Jian thought of Tong Qian again for some reason, but the face on Tong Qian was smiling.

Crying and laughing, two similar grimaces.

Without waiting for him to think more, suddenly.

There was a violent impact outside the bus with a bang.

One hand suddenly hit the glass window next to it, and then the other hand grabbed the window ridge and turned over and got into the carriage.

It was the man in the cap.

At this time, his hat had fallen off, revealing a bald head, like a monk.

"It's not easy to hold on. I almost got killed in my sleep. You can't imagine that nightmare. The evil ghost who appears by you all the time will be killed by that thing and you will die. Fortunately, I woke up, hey, the evil ghost resurrected but saved me."

The man in the baseball cap glanced at Yang Jian and let out a self-deprecating smile: "You are very special. Even if you survive the most among the three, you are the easiest to survive, and even the crying ghost is suppressed. This is not something a newcomer can do. Xu Feng was misled. What's your name? You don't mind if you get to know him."

"Yang Jian, the Interpol of Dachang City." Yang Jian said calmly.

It is easy to check your own information, and there is no need to hide it.

"My name is Lin Bei, I am a student from the Buddhist Academy. Although I have not graduated, I can barely be considered a monk." The man named Lin Bei said.

Yang Jian stared at him and said, "Where is the ghost who pesters you?"

"have no idea."

Lin Bei touched his bald head and said, "Maybe I will take the next attack after I fall asleep, maybe I will give up my target, maybe I will return to this bus. The thing has no physical substance and seems to be able to fall asleep, but I am more unlucky. The way I want to resist the attack of a ghost is to sleep."

"I will be in a special state when I fall asleep. I am very safe in this state. It seems that not all situations are useful."

"It seems that it is not the time to say these words. There is no absolute safety in front of the evil ghost, even in the car." Yang Jian looked out the window as he spoke.

He saw the mummy bride still there, and there seemed to be no movement. The dry palm was still holding the dead Zhang Hao's body, standing across the road like a couple.

Looks like this, this ghost guy doesn't plan to get in the car again.

If this is the case, it is good news.

But then he found that Xu Feng's body was missing, and he was lying next to him before.

"You almost killed me just now." Xu Feng's gritted teeth sounded. He didn't know when he actually ran to the bus and then immediately ran into the bus.

This is not dead?

Yang Jian was stunned when he saw him.

I have been pressing the mummy bride for three minutes, but have I not been killed by that ghost?

It's really a tough life.

"You can't say that. Under that situation, a dead situation is gradually forming. I am just trying to save myself. If you don't stop Zhang Hao's body from attracting the ghosts around you, do you think you still have a chance to return to the car alive?" Yang Jian's face was very calm, and his eyes were a little hostile.

"Your corpse is a very special item, but it's a pity to protect yourself. It's the most suitable thing to suppress ghosts. And this time you're going to let you suppress female ghosts, which shouldn't be a loss for you."

Xu Feng glared and said, "You just wanted to kill me. What's the point of suppressing ghosts? It's just an excuse."

"Even if so, so what?" Yang Jian stared at him without fear at all: "Lying on the corpse, lying quietly. Don't think about causing trouble randomly. You will kill me just by trying to improve your survival rate. I am already polite enough to you. If it weren't for this bus, I would bury you ten thousand meters underground? Let you lie enough."

He could see that Xu Feng's ability was very powerful in front of the evil ghost, and his self-protection ability was very strong, even stronger than Lin Bei's self-protection ability.

But the weakness is also obvious.

The self-protection ability is too strong and usually lacks the means of active attack.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that these two people can survive on the bus. Others who appeared in the same group or appeared earlier than them had already become cold.

"Don't be proud of it for too long. This time you can survive only for good luck. The ghost attacked us. You may not be sure of the next time. It is useless to be arrogant here. Only by living to the end will you be the winner."

Xu Feng said coldly, not thinking that there was anything wrong with his abilities, but was very glad that he had the ability to protect himself by lying on his body.

I remember those ghost-controllers I knew before either died from the resurrection of the evil ghost, or inexplicably fell into some supernatural events, and the news of death came one by one.

Only he was an interpol in Xiaochun City, and lived a life of scattering and still alive until now.

Yang Jian said with a little mocking, "I don't know how long I can live, but one thing is certain that I will definitely live longer than you, and you will know if you have the chance in the future."
Chapter completed!