Only eight minutes have passed since the agreed fifteen minutes.
However, this supernatural place has begun to show its true horror. Countless ghosts with faces covered with yellow paper are coming from all directions, and the air is filled with the smell of burning paper ash, but Yang Jian is not aware of all this.
It felt strange. When he was still delivering letters, he and Zhou Deng passed by here on a supernatural bus.
It's just that that time the bus stopped at an intersection, and there was a brazier at that intersection, and what was burning in the brazier was this kind of yellow paper.
The crossroads I passed at the beginning should be in this quiet county town, but now it's just the same place, but in a different place.
The incoming ghosts blocked everyone's escape route, including Bao Yang Jian.
In this case, just relying on the supernatural influence can make the nearby ghost realm disappear. The only way to survive is to restart the supernatural bus, and then the remaining people escape to the bus for refuge. But now the bus
It has been turned off. If you want to restart it, you can only wait. As for how long to wait, no one can be sure, because it is a random time. However, the ghost has already attacked.
The few remaining ghost masters who got off the bus dare to stay where they are at this moment, even if they are facing the ball rolling on the ground, they have to take action.
"Go near the bus. This is our only way to survive. Only when the bus restarts can we survive. The rest depends on luck. In such an emergency, no one has time to hold grudges."
If they don't want to die, they can only continue to struggle, put all hatred behind, and try every means to survive.
"Every action is taken, rush over."
The remaining four ghost masters did not feel guilty at this time, nor did they care about themselves. Instead, they united in a tacit understanding.
Because everyone knows that the probability of survival if you rely on yourself is almost zero. If you work together, a miracle may happen.
The four ghost masters used all means to avoid the rolling ball before being surrounded by the surrounding ghosts. They took great risks and finally successfully arrived at the side of the supernatural bus.
At this moment, the upper and lower doors of the bus were open, but it was pitch dark inside and nothing could be seen. Only some strange noises could be vaguely heard inside.
"What should we do now? Even ghosts can't stay after the supernatural bus shuts down.
In the car, if we get on the car now, we will definitely die." A ghost driver said with a trembling voice.
The man with a rotten face said with a sudden heart: "Wait, let's wait here until the last moment. If the bus hasn't started yet, we have to get on the bus. Instead of facing such a large number of ghosts, we might as well take a gamble. Maybe the bus will start.
The supernatural beings on the bus can't kill us, and they may be able to struggle for a while after we get on the bus. If we are lucky, we may be able to hold on until the bus starts.
"Okay, let's do it. "I don't have any objection."
These ghost masters gritted their teeth and agreed to this crazy and suffocating plan.
Both sides are betting their lives, they just choose the plan that they think is more promising.
now.
The rolling ball under Yang Jian's feet was also quickly deflated and shriveled up. The terrifying supernatural effects were having an impact on his surroundings, which meant that he had now left the ghost realm just now and completely entered the boundaries of this county.
From this moment on, he will be attacked or even killed by a group of evil ghosts at any time.
The cold breath hit me, making my hair stand on end.
Yang Jian did not hesitate. The will-o'-the-wisp ignited instantly and directly enveloped the surrounding area. He used the ghost realm using the will-o'-the-wisp to isolate himself to avoid being targeted by the evil ghosts.
The will-o'-the-wisp burned so fiercely that he was almost engulfed in the flames. The will-o'-the-wisp was still spreading around, directly covering the front row of ghosts.
The fire is burning, trying to ignite the evil spirits.
The will-o'-the-wisp did work. The ghost at the front was ignited, and its cold body became the fuel for the will-o'-the-wisp and then burned fiercely. While it was burning, the ghost lost its movement and stood in place, unable to move.
But the next moment, more ghosts crossed the burning will-o'-the-wisp and came closer again.
"The ignition speed of the will-o'-the-wisps cannot keep up with the speed of the incoming ghosts. In front of such a number, no matter how violent my supernatural attack is, it will seem insignificant if divided."
Yang Jian understood it at a glance, so he did not plan to use the ghost lake, because these ghosts were enough to fill the ghost lake in a short time, and even the ghost lake could not delay it for too long.
Pulling out the red spear, his cold ghost hand held the gun tightly and made a wish in a low voice: "Within five minutes, I will not be attacked by evil ghosts."
At this moment, he used the wishing ghost's supernatural power to delay time. The wishing ghost's supernatural power took effect.
Blood seeped out from the spear, dyeing Yang Jian's palm red, and then spread towards his arm. Just making a wish once, the supernatural erosion was so great, one can imagine how difficult it is to realize the wish this time.
Fortunately, Yang Jian only made the wish for five minutes, not ten minutes, or even half an hour, otherwise the price would have been greater than it is now.
"There is no need to bear this price, just restart and let this supernatural erosion disappear." Yang Jian decisively restarted himself after making a wish.