The car door slowly closed, the firelight was gradually thrown behind, and the sea of fire that stretched for unknown miles slowly disappeared.
Yang Jian watched that scene in silence, and the darkness ahead was still cold and strange.
It was very quiet inside the bus, and the number 5 on the red sign was very eye-catching.
Yang Jian leaned on the driver's seat and looked at the darkness ahead, wondering what he was thinking.
This time he went to deliver the letter, which took seven days. He was to bury an old man. It was very dangerous and the old man was very scary.
During condolences, hundreds of ghosts enter the mourning hall, and during funerals, hundreds of ghosts accompany them.
It was very fierce, but Yang Jian didn't care. Although the evil ghost was scary, it couldn't kill him.
The Interpol officer on the bus, Zhou Deng, also attended the funeral with him.
Zhou Deng is not very honest and likes to follow things. During this trip to the old house, this guy messed with the lantern on the door once.
As a result, the evil ghost appeared in the old house in advance. If Yang Jian hadn't used his own lantern to temporarily hold it up, who knows what else would have happened.
Fortunately, the letter delivery ended successfully without any major setbacks.
Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the woman wearing a cheongsam, his eyes thoughtful.
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Under the dim sky, figures surged, and pieces of blood-stained yellow cloth were thrown into the soil.
Zhang Xianguang looked at the large group of ghost slaves, sighed, and turned to look at a middle-aged man holding a book.
"Master Li, do you really have to kill all the ghost slaves before you can control Zhang Jiao's fierce ghost?" Zhang Xianguang casually broke the neck of a ghost slave.
The ghost slave began to rot in an instant, and then turned into a white skeleton.
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you are asked to kill you, you will be killed. After seeing so many people, I feel that you are suitable for the evil ghost in Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue happens to feel the same way."
Li Chunfeng looked at the ghost slaves around him. These were actually powerful ghosts, but the source was slightly pulled by him and then restricted.
The method to control this fierce ghost is very simple, kill all the ghost slaves, snatch the supernatural beings from the ghost slaves, and then control the source.
"Oh... ok." Zhang Xianguang looked at these hundreds of thousands of ghost slaves with a bitter look on his face.
"Talk less and do more. I have to suppress the evil ghost. You kill it quickly. I will give you ten days. If you can't control this ghost within ten days, then I will let this ghost control you.
"Li Chunfeng said to Zhang Xianguang expressionlessly.
After saying that, he ignored Zhang Xianguang's expression and turned around and walked towards a Taoist temple behind him.
There were countless fierce ghosts suppressed by Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue died suddenly and strangely this time.
"Zhang Jiao can actually revive the evil spirit. Hasn't he become an alien? But how could he live for so long without becoming an alien?"
"No, that's not right. Zhang Jiao must have completely turned into a ghost and lost his memory, so he revived."
Li Chunfeng looked at the book in his hand, his eyes a little solemn, this news was not good.
Being an alien can live for a long time, and can even be said to be immortal.
But here comes the question, what if you completely turn into a ghost? What if you turn into the kind of evil ghost who only has the habit of killing people?
Even if that person is dead, his memory has been assimilated by the ghost.
"We have to discuss it with Yuan Tiangang and ask Kong Ming what he thinks." Li Chunfeng thought in his heart.
Zhang Xianguang exhaled and looked at Li Chunfeng's back, feeling a little helpless. He turned to look at the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans, shook his head and was speechless.
"Oh...just kill him."
The sky was gloomy, and on the vast plains, a middle-aged man wearing a middle-shirt was walking among the yellow scarves.
All these ghost slaves are motionless. The source has been restricted, and these ghost slaves will no longer attack living people.
On the cracked earth, bones piled up like mountains, and the blood-stained yellow cloth was submerged in the soil.
The coldness permeates the plains, and the gloomy air is just childish here.
Weirdness and horror are the theme here.
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Dadong City, inside a bus station.
"Hey, have you heard?"
"Huh? What happened?"
A few high school students were chatting under the stop sign.
"Have you seen those photos? They are about Dahai City." A boy said in a low voice.
"Oh, you said this, I saw it, but isn't it false? Officials have come out to refute the rumors." A tall and thin boy suddenly realized, but then he said with some doubts.
There have been some photos of Dahai City that have gone viral on the Internet recently. Without exception, all of the photos above show the appearance of a lifeless ruin.
The cities in those photos look like they have been abandoned for decades and hundreds of years.
Many people say that it is Dahai City, but this is obviously impossible. Who knows what Dahai City looks like and how it could be like this.
It must be a photo that was rumored by someone, but the official has come out to refute the rumor.
From this, we can conclude that those photos are fake and are a means used by some criminals to disrupt social order.
"Fake? Who told you it was fake?" A boy looked a little lonely and said with a wry smile.
"Isn't it? Hasn't the official come out to refute the rumors? Why don't you believe the official?" At this time, another boy spoke.
After hearing this, the boy fell silent. He looked at the two people talking, and tears began to flash in his eyes.
When they saw this scene, they immediately felt something was wrong and were a little confused:
"What's wrong with you? Aren't they just some photos that spread rumors? Are you like this? Do you really believe it?" A girl said with some disdain.
Hearing this, the boy became even more silent, lowering his head and saying nothing.
Seeing this scene, the others were even more surprised. They wanted to ask something, but at this moment, a girl standing next to the boy suddenly said:
"It's true. Those photos are all real. His sister goes to school in Dahai City. A few days ago, his sister called him. I was right next to him. I heard clearly that his sister was crying.
Let him save her..."
"Stop talking!" The boy suddenly grabbed the girl's hand, his eyes full of pain and pleading.
When the girl saw this scene, she didn't say any more, she just held the boy's hand tightly without saying a word.
The rest of the people were silent after hearing these words. The boy who started the conversation just now was a little silent. After a while, he said guiltily:
"I'm sorry, I didn't know this before."
The boy shook his head and said nothing. He just wiped his face and looked at the road ahead silently.
The expressions on the other people's faces changed a bit. They actually didn't believe this in their hearts.
But what the boy said seemed to be true, and it didn't seem like a joke.
For a moment, their hearts felt heavy.
Didi
The bus slowly began to enter the station. As the bus arrived, their heavy hearts were washed away a bit.
Lin Qian glanced at the students and stopped paying attention. He looked at Yang Jian who was standing at the door of the bus.
Yang Jian also looked at him, but he didn't say anything and made way for him.
"Are you going to a supernatural place?"
Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian sitting in the first row and asked.
"Well, I have to get some things." Lin Qian said.
"Is that so? There seems to be a problem in Dahai City. Ye Zhen is dead? Or something." Yang Jian asked.
Lin Qian looked at the students who entered the bus with a very calm expression.
"Ye Zhen is not dead, Dahai City is gone."
Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at Lin Qian with some solemnity:
"Falled?"
Lin Qian looked at the bus sign. The number on it was seven, which meant there were seven ghosts on the bus at the moment.
Yang Jian also noticed this. He looked at the strange bride who was leaning against Lin Qian. As soon as the couple came up, the sign on the bus jumped.
From five to seven, the bus obviously thought Lin Qianye was a ghost.
"Well, it fell. It was most likely that he was killed by Ye Zhen. This guy almost died. I came out in time, and he died directly on me." Lin Qian said.
At this time, the bus doors began to close and the vehicle began to move.
The lights inside the bus were also dimmed a little. No one among the new passengers noticed this strange mood, and they all chatted on their own.
Only the boy whose sister died noticed something was wrong, but with the girl leaning against him, he seemed to just think it was normal.
"Is that so? That makes sense. On my way back, I saw the mass graves that were set alight. It was probably Ye Zhen who did it."
After hearing Lin Qian's explanation, Yang Jian finally understood that Dahai Market had fallen and the mass graves were set on fire. It was probably Ye Zhen who threw the stove in.
"It's really tragic." Yang Jian said.
Lin Qian didn't speak. He looked at the man sitting opposite, an Interpol police officer. His face at the moment had an indescribable expression.
I would say it was shock, but I wasn't. If I said it was fear, I don't think I was. Anyway, it was very weird.
"Zhou Deng, Interpol, likes to steal things." Yang Jian rolled his eyes and said.
After hearing this, Lin Qian immediately knew who this was, and looked away from him, no longer looking at him.
"When will you get off the bus?" Lin Qian asked.
"Get off when you get to Dachang," Yang Jian said.
Yang Jian planned to take the bus to Dachang City. Lin Qian calculated the bus route and found that the next stop was Daxia City, and then he entered the supernatural land.
"It is recommended that you get off at the next stop. The next stop is Daxia City. After passing Daxia City, the bus will enter a supernatural place." Lin Qian said.
"Huh? The next stop is not Dachang City?" Yang Jian was a little confused, but after thinking about it, he said, "Okay, get off at the next stop. The bus route is really unpredictable."
Lin Qian disagreed and didn't pay much attention. He looked at the indifferent bride next to him with thoughtful eyes.
The bus fell into silence again, and those chattering sounds could be ignored.
The scene outside the window receded silently, and the green trees beside the highway witnessed the passing of cars.
Zhou Deng breathed a sigh of relief. Is this Captain Lin Qianlin? The oppression was even more terrifying than that of Captain Yang.
Zhou Deng secretly glanced at the strange bride who was leaning on Lin Qian and swallowed. This was the strange bride who turned the island country into an "island country". It was really terrifying.
Zhou Deng looked at the sign on the bus, "7", seven ghosts, it was still "5" before Lin Qian got on the bus.
Darling, how terrifying must this be to make everyone on the bus think Captain Lin is a ghost?
It's so scary, it's so scary.
Zhou Deng swallowed and turned to look out the window. He regretted it now. He should have got out of the car just now.
The bus was running fairly smoothly, with just a slight sway.
This kind of rocking can make people sleepy and is a good cradle.
The scene of rapid retreat outside the window makes people involuntarily follow them backward.
On the bus now, there are a total of seven ghosts, seven or eight passengers, the six students, Yang Jian and Zhou Deng.
Lin Qian is considered to be on the ghost side.
In the dim carriage, Lin Qian saw the four ghosts. They were all dressed in similar outfits.
Wearing a black tunic suit, he lowered his head and leaned on the seat, his expression unclear.
Four of the six students had already put on their headphones, and you took out your phone and started playing a game.
The boy and girl did not participate before, they seemed to be isolated because of the previous incident.
The boy looked at the numbers on the bus sign and then counted the number of people in the carriage, but he couldn't match the numbers at all.
This confused him, so he talked to his girlfriend, but she just thought the sign was broken.
But the boy didn't think so. He looked at the passengers in the carriage, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt something was wrong. There were four people in Chinese tunic suits, a bride in a wedding dress, and a young man in a red windbreaker.
There were also two people wearing uniforms of unknown units, something was obviously wrong.
Normally, he would have thought that they were collectively role playing, but after receiving the call from his sister, he didn't think so anymore.
Role play doesn't happen here. This is Dadong City. It's such a cold weather and they wear so little clothing. Aren't they cold?
Is it possible that role play can still be used without being afraid of the cold?
This is obviously impossible, and why did the four people in Chinese tunic suits keep their heads down? It was obvious that they were not seen playing with their mobile phones.
This is very wrong.
The boy had a bad premonition in his heart. He scanned the dim car and observed carefully.
But suddenly he shrank slightly, swallowed, and quickly turned his head towards the window.
His body was shaking a little, and there was a look of fear in his eyes.
Just now when he was observing the people in Chinese tunic suits, one of them suddenly raised his head and looked at him.
It was at that glance that he saw a terrifying picture. It was an extremely old face. It was an old man.
The dark spots on the old man's face were densely packed, almost covering his entire face. The old man's expression was numb, his eyes were hollow and lifeless, and his eyes were slack.
The appearance was clearly that of a dead person, and he recognized the black spots as corpse spots. He had seen them online before and was extremely impressed.
Because he couldn't sleep well for three days because he saw those corpses covered with body spots.
"Mengmeng, get off the bus with me when the bus arrives." The boy held the girl's hand and said in as low a voice as possible.
"Don't ask why, believe me it's right!"
Seeing that his girlfriend was confused and wanted to ask, he quickly spoke.
After hearing this, the girl was still confused, but she didn't ask any more questions.
The boy felt relieved now. He looked up and looked ahead, hoping that the bus would arrive as soon as possible, even if it stopped midway.
"Lin Qian, you see there are still smart people." Yang Jian glanced at the boy and said.
"It's normal. If you have a slightly normal brain, you can notice something is wrong. Today's students are stupid when they go to school. They play with their mobile phones as soon as they get in the car and don't care whether the surrounding environment is right or not." Lin Qian said casually.
He leaned on the bride's shoulder, his eyes half-opened, not caring about the students at all.
The bride held Lin Qian's hand and quietly let Lin Qian lean against her.
When Yang Jian saw this scene, he shook his head and was too lazy to say anything. This guy really planned to be Ning Caichen.
Time passed slowly, Lin Qian held the bride's hand, and the blood-red ring was gently stroked by him.
The bride's hands are very soft and smooth, and except for being a little cold, they are no different from a girl's hands.
Lin Qian stroked the red nails on the bride's fingers. They were beautiful, smooth and delicate, and even reflected light when the light shined on them.
Zhou Deng watched Lin Qian's move and silently looked up at the roof of the car without saying a word. Do not hear, hear, or see anything inappropriate. He understood this.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the scene outside the window continued to move backwards.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the bus started to slow down, and a bus stop appeared in front of me not far away.
Yang Jian looked at the crowded bus stop with a calm expression.
"I'm going down first." Yang Jian said.
"Um."
Lin Qian nodded, leaned on the bride's shoulder and yawned.
When the boy saw that the bus was about to stop, he suddenly became excited and quickly woke up his sleeping girlfriend, and then the novel said to her:
"Let's go, get off the car."
"Are you here yet?" the girl said in a confused voice.
The boy didn't speak. He took the girl's hand, stood up from his seat, and walked to the aisle. When he walked out of his seat, he hesitated a little.
But after thinking about it, he turned around and reached out to pull the classmates in the back row.
"The bus is about to stop, let's get off."
Several boys and girls who were playing games, when they heard this, they looked up and looked out the window, and found that it was not the bus stop they were familiar with, and immediately shook their heads.
"I haven't arrived at the stop yet. Why should I get off? By the way, I remember you didn't get off here either. I think there are a few more stops at your place."
"Why are you in such a hurry to get out of the car? Is there something wrong?"
Hearing what his classmate said, the boy looked at the people in Mao suits in the back row, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice:
"Get out of the car quickly and listen to me."
"If I don't get off, I have to sit until I get off the bus. It's too far to walk and it's a waste of time."
"That's right. We haven't arrived at the station yet. Why are you so anxious? Besides, our game is only halfway through. Getting off the car at this time will make it very uncomfortable to fight."
A girl said, her fingers flying on her phone.
The boy turned his head and looked in the direction of the car door. It had been opened, and the two men in uniforms with special figures had already gotten out.
Seeing that his classmates had no intention of getting out of the car and the boy was not talking, he quickly grabbed his girlfriend and got out of the car in a hurry.
The classmates watched the boy pull his girlfriend out of the car, and they all shook their heads and muttered:
"Aren't you just walking back with your girlfriend now? As for this? I really don't understand."
The car door closed slowly. Lin Qian leaned on the bride's shoulder and looked at Yang Jian, who was standing at the bus stop smoking.
The bus started slowly, and Yang Jian and Zhou Deng were quickly left behind.
Four people got off the bus at this stop and no one got on.