On the dim bus, Lin Qian leaned on the chair and looked out the window. Her belly was bulging, as big as an adult.
A ferocious grimace under the belly was constantly twisting and it looked like it might tear open the belly at any time and give Lin Qian a caesarean section, just like Zhou Zheng.
It's a pity that since Lin Qian controlled the hungry ghost, not a single ghost that was eaten into his stomach could escape. They were all digested by the hungry ghost, and this ghost was no exception.
He is not a weakling like Zhou Zheng. Under the pressure of the starving ghost and the bus, the strength of the ghost's struggle began to weaken. Lin Qian's bulging belly was also slowly shrinking. Looking at this speed, it won't take long.
Will completely digest this evil ghost.
The bus was very quiet, and Coco's sleeping position was indeed a bit miserable. If Lin Qian's hand hadn't blocked Coco's body, the little guy would have rolled off long ago.
"Who did you learn this sleeping position from? I remember that I slept very neatly."
Lin Qian looked down at Coco, with some doubts in his eyes, and shook his head. Lin Qian was not thinking about this. He leaned on the seat and closed his eyes slightly.
"After digesting this ghost, continue eating. When a ghost comes on the bus, I will eat just one until I get off the bus. It's a rare occasion, but I can't just leave like this."
The door slowly closed and the bus started moving again. The interior of the bus became darker, and the numbers on the display screen flashed with a faint red light.
Wei Song lowered his head and huddled in the back row, not even daring to look in front of him. He thought whether he could survive today depended on whether Lin Qian was in a good mood.
The scene outside the window began to regress, and the bus carrying three passengers officially entered the supernatural land. Previously, due to the demon blocking the bus, the bus stalled before entering the supernatural land.
Now the bus continues to move and begins its daily routine.
In the clearing before, there were stumps of broken limbs, and the willow trees behind the clearing were blown by the wind and spread their teeth and claws, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.
The smell of rotting corpses lingered in the air. A middle-aged man appeared in the open space, glanced around, his expression was very calm, and he looked down at the book in his hand, with doubts in his eyes:
"That ghost was here just now, why is it gone so soon?"
The middle-aged man looked at the names disappearing from the book, looked up at the bus going away, his eyes flickered, and he carefully observed the mess around him, and his face suddenly became clear.
Feeling some familiar supernatural fluctuations, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, put the book away, and sighed:
"Oh, why does this young man eat any ghost? I chased it for so long and finally waited for it to come out, but you just ate it for me."
The middle-aged man stared speechlessly at the bus going away, then turned and walked towards the willow forest. Is this the case in this generation and the young people who don't talk about first-come, first-served?
200 yuan was just gone. The middle-aged man was really speechless:
"It seems that I will have to move faster next time. If I had known it would be like this, I would not drink tea. Drinking tea will cause trouble..."
The middle-aged man walked into the willow forest. The moment the middle-aged man entered the willow forest, the willow tree that was still swaying stood still for an instant, as if it was frozen by some mysterious power, which seemed strange and inexplicable.
The surroundings were dim, and the coldness that had surrounded him slowly disappeared. The soil on the ground surged, submerging all the broken limbs on the ground into the soil.
This was the legendary digging of pits and burial of corpses, easily accomplishing things that Lin Qian had forgotten.
After all, everyone has a responsibility to protect the environment, and broken limbs don’t look good.
The bus was driving slowly in the darkness, and a pale light illuminated the darkness ahead. Lin Qian, who was leaning on the seat, opened her eyes and turned to look out the window.
Outside the window, there are lonely trees and grass, the black soil blends perfectly into the darkness, and the dead bodies hanging on the old trees are dry and black.
The wind howled by, bringing with it a wail. This was like entering a supernatural place.
"Where will the next stop be?"
Lin Qian murmured to himself, and with the help of the red light on the display screen, he could see that the driver was sitting upright in the driving seat of the bus, driving seriously.
The car was also very quiet. Lin Qian smiled, retracted his gaze, looked down at his shrinking belly, and a red light flashed in his eyes:
"Come on, come on, I can move around when the bus stops."
Closing her eyes, Lin Qian's lips curled up. Time passed slowly. The surrounding darkness was receding. The grass and trees were left far behind. Without the supernatural land of the Cunning Bride, it felt a little more comfortable to breathe.
Although Lin Qian didn't need to breathe.
The bus passed through the darkness, and there was a lake in front of it. Looking from a distance, the lake was flashing with green sparks, as if there were balls of will-o'-the-wisps dancing in it.
If you look at these, you will find that they are actually heads popping up from the lake, and those green lights are shining from their eyes.
The bus began to slow down, and it seemed that it was about to stop. Lin Qian's eyes suddenly opened. At this moment, his stomach had returned to its original shape, and the evil ghost had been digested.
From now on, if there is a fierce ghost of this level again, once it is eaten, it will only be digested by the starving ghost in an instant, and it will not take so much time anymore.
Lin Qian looked through the window at the lake shimmering with green light, her eyes flashing:
"Why does this supernatural place feel so untouchable?"
The bus stopped slowly and the door opened. A cold feeling came from outside the bus. Lin Qian was a little hesitant to get off the bus. There were many ghosts in the lake.
And looking at this appearance, the level of terror and weirdness is not low. If all these evil ghosts are eaten by the starving ghosts, how much more terrifying will the starving ghosts be?
But this thing is a bit difficult to do. He only has three days. If he accidentally gets trapped in it, the day lily will be cold by the time he comes out. Not to mention resurrecting Xiaoyue, the bride may even be in front of him.
After weighing the pros and cons, the benefits were not proportional. In the end, Lin Qian gave up. There was not enough time. If there was enough time, he could have taken the plunge, but it was a pity that there was not enough time.
"After you finish dealing with Xiaoyue's affairs, kill Zhang Xianguang, and master the ghost painting perfectly, you can come here and try it out."
Lin Qian looked at the lake not far away with a pity in his eyes. So many evil ghosts were all wasted and had no chance with him...
The bus stayed here for three minutes, and no ghosts got on the bus. It seemed that this place was very special. The green-lit heads on the lake were rising and falling with the water.
The door slowly closed, the bus started, and headed towards the next supernatural place. Lin Qian stared at it for a long time, then looked away, and let out a long sigh, feeling a little helpless.
The sound of the whistle sounded far, far away in the silent darkness. As the bus slowly disappeared into the darkness, the sound could not go back.
On the lake in the distance, there were countless heads wandering around. A black boat appeared on the lake, with a middle-aged man standing on the bow, holding a lantern with a flashing black light in his hand.
The boat slowly shuttled through the lake of people. The middle-aged man lowered his head and stared at the water, with some disappointment and some confusion in his eyes:
"Have you still failed? After holding on for so long, you still can't control this ghost?"
well……
The middle-aged man sighed and looked up at the false stars in the sky, his eyes a little lonely:
"They're all dead. How many are still alive today? Weren't all of them very arrogant at the beginning? Don't they all claim to be geniuses?"
"How come you can't even control a complete ghost? Aren't you the most genius? Why did you fail?"
The middle-aged man murmured to himself, and no one could answer his doubts.
The boat passed through the Sea of Human Heads and swam toward the depths of the lake. The darkness in the hands of the middle-aged man seemed particularly conspicuous and abrupt here.
The water on the lake is undulating slightly, and the sky is dotted with stars, including crape myrtle stars, all of which can be seen here.
In the center of the lake, a stone tablet stood quietly. There were no words on it, but a picture was engraved on it. It showed a young scholar, holding a lantern with a human head in his hand, walking in a deep mountain and old forest.
Behind the scholar, there was a sea of fire, with headless ghosts burning green will-o'-the-wisps, following behind the scholar step by step.
Under the stone monument, a large black coffin was pressed underneath. Under the coffin were four headless corpses, three meters tall and strong, standing motionless against the coffin.
On the coffin, eighteen blood-red chains were tightly wrapped around the coffin.
Ancient monuments hold the coffin, fierce ghosts carry the coffin, and vicious chains lock the coffin. It is a place of great terror.