The scenery outside the window is receding, the bus is bumpy, and the scenery of Mo Lake outside is mixed with the weirdness of this world.
The trees were receding, the car was very quiet, the bloody letters on the front windshield were still fresh, and the smell of blood was floating in the car.
"What the hell, the next stop is actually the Ghost Garden. That ghost place is so weird."
"If you don't get off the bus later, the flower ghosts in the amusement park usually won't get on the bus."
The sound of two people talking could be heard in the carriage. The other person did not speak, but his eyes were cast on Lin Qian vaguely.
He seemed to be wondering about something.
"It's the same reason. I heard that a foreigner used to live there, but I don't know why. They triggered the murderous pattern of the ghosts or something. In just one night, they were all killed by the flowers they carefully cared for.
Treat it as nourishment.”
"I heard that his death was tragic."
One person looked at Lin Qian's back and said meaningfully in his eyes. He seemed to be suspicious of something.
"Is this happening? Damn it, why didn't I know?" The man, who spoke a dialect that he didn't know from Sichuan and Chongqing, touched his neck and said in confusion.
He didn't seem to know about this matter.
"I've never heard of this rumor, and the person who lived in Guiyouyuan before was not a foreigner, but an old lady."
Lin Qian stared ahead, her bloody eyes hidden under her glasses flickering slightly.
Seeing that Lin Qian didn't seem to have any reaction, the person who just told the ghost garden rumors was a little disappointed: "Is that so? Maybe I don't believe the rumors."
"Tch, what a shame, I thought I was ignorant and ignorant. I've been talking nonsense like you for a long time."
"I'm just telling you, how could I remember it wrong?"
After hearing what the two said, the man just smiled and said nothing more. He looked at the fierce ghost in red clothes in front of him with deep eyes.
The number of ghosts recorded on the counter was four. He looked at the driver and the two ghosts sitting on the seat, checked the number, and found that there was no mistake.
The ghost recorded on the bus was correct, but he always felt that there was something wrong with the ghost in red clothes, but he couldn't tell what the specific problem was.
This feeling was very strange, even stranger than when he saw foreigners begging at the dock.
With his silence, the car became quiet, and the dim lights swayed with the bumps. Lin Qian looked at the darkness ahead with an expressionless face, and the dim lights broke through the strangeness.
The twisted trees were retreating, the grass was bent by the wind brought by the bus, and the haze was left behind.
As the bus bumped, time passed slowly, and suddenly a color appeared in the fog in the distance. It was a touch of red, a deep red.
As the bus got closer and closer, Lin Qian gradually saw clearly what the red color was made of.
It was a garden, a garden wrapped in flowers from the other side. The blood-colored petals were so bright that they were called Manzhu Shahua. This word, which is both a flower name and a word, suited it very well.
The road ahead was filled with red, as if the entire bus had entered the other shore. The sea of flowers was swaying, and the slender green and black flowers of the other shore made people a little scared.
The bus ran over the flowers, and the sound of crushing branches sounded outside the carriage. The bus slowed down slowly, and the garden hidden in the sea of flowers suddenly seemed to have stopped.
The rusty iron door suddenly trembled, and the flowers on the other side of the door swayed with the trembling.
As the bus began to slow down, the gate shook more and more violently, and the red flowers swayed crazily, until the bus stopped completely.
boom!
The moment the bus stopped, the rusty door opened with a bang, and a woman who raised her sleeves to cover her face walked out of the flowers.
Its clothes are red, matching the color of the flowers on the other side. The sleeves are slightly fluttering, and the skirt is trailing in the sea of flowers. It looks like the most beautiful flower among the flowers.
Lin Qian looked at this fierce ghost, and his expression moved slightly. The flower on the other side, the red-clothed ghost, the supernatural place in this era is so dangerous.
The roar of the bus continued, and the petals of Bianhuahua fell on the outer shell of the bus, but were blown away by a coldness.
"Good boy, Long Dingdong, is this thing going to get on the bus?" A person in the carriage swallowed his saliva, looked at the red-clothed fierce ghost outside the window, and whispered.
"What the fuck, today is really weird. First, I encountered a ghost blocking the car, and now I met a ghost who never gets on the bus. Now I met a ghost who never gets on the bus. What the fuck, did you read today's almanac wrong?
?”
In the dim car, the two people's complaints resounded in the car. Lin Qian looked at Li Gui who stepped onto the bus, and a bloody smell hit his face.
"This guy has killed a lot of people." Lin Qian looked at the other side flowers. The red petals were flying, and the blood seemed to be foreshadowing something.
The bus door slowly closed, and with a crash, the counter on the bus began to turn: "5!"
The bus started to drive towards the sea of flowers. Ignoring the red-robed ghost sitting next to him, Lin Qian looked at the station in front of him that was starting to change.
Next stop: Haunted House in the Forest
Looking at the blood-colored words on the windshield of the car, Lin Qian had a smile in her eyes: "I'm really lucky. The next stop is where I want to go."
Smelling the bloody smell coming from the side, Lin Qian licked the corner of his mouth. He seemed a little hungry.
The darkness was illuminated by the car lights, and the bus ran over the flowers on the other side. The petals in the sky were beautiful and charming.
The bumps started, and the speed of the bus began to increase. Soon it left the sea of flowers on the other side behind, as if it didn't want to stay here any longer.
The red quickly receded, followed by darkness. The sea of flowers on the other shore was quickly left behind, and the road became gloomy.
A small eye suddenly appeared in one of Lin Qian's hair. It stared at the sea of flowers behind the bus body. The floating flowers in the sea of flowers seemed to form the figure of a woman.
She seemed to be staring at the bus traveling in a supernatural place.
Seeing this scene, Lin Qian withdrew his eyes from his hair. He looked at Yong An in front of him, thoughtfully, and glanced at the quiet ghost next to him.
The red sleeves cover the face, the long skirt hangs down, and the figure is graceful. This makes people wonder what kind of face is underneath the red sleeves. Of course, this will only happen if someone doesn't know that this woman is a ghost.
"I hope it's not what I guessed. If it is, it would be really troublesome." Lin Qian looked at the text on the windshield of the car, which was twisted and dazzling.
The ghost house in the forest is where Lin Qian is going. Since he took in the stealing ghost, he has seen a lot and learned a lot. He has many things to do. If he does not come to the Republic of China this time,
Then he might see the ghost groom in modern times...
A real ghost groom.
Lin Qian recalled seeing the coffin of the Cunning Bride during the Daqian Dynasty, and murmured to herself: "If you don't think of me, how can there be no one else? The coffins with double mirrors, the flowers in the same coffin, the words don't follow... Yinlu Colleagues…”
Lin Qian looked at the darkness in the distance with faint eyes: "Another red coffin... If I don't think about myself, there will be no one else..."
"If you don't laugh at the red candle, the mirror will reflect the red coffin...the ghost marriage will be..."
"Wedding dress, wedding dress... If I hadn't seen it, I might really have to make a wedding dress..."
"The ghost marriage is indeed more than a simple ritual..."
Lin Qian rubbed the ring on her finger, feeling a little heavy.
The bus was moving quickly towards where Lin Qian wanted to go. The fleeting woods, the cry of night owls, and the gloomy scene made people feel like they were on the road to the underworld.
"Song Li, do you feel that there is something wrong with that fierce ghost in red clothes?"
Time passed slowly. I don’t know how long it had passed. In the quiet car, someone suddenly broke the silence. It was the man who had told the rumors about the haunted park before.
The sudden question in the carriage startled the other two people: "What the hell are you asking me to do? I don't know how easy it is to scare people to death! Hey, you, I have such a bad temper..."
It seems that he is Song Li, and just because of his name, it really doesn't match his temper and character.
"Which one?" The other person didn't react as much as Song Li. He looked at the two red-clothed ghosts on the seat in front of him and asked with some confusion.
There are two fierce ghosts in red clothes on the bus now. How does he know which one he is talking about?
"It looks like a young one. The clothes on it seem to be wrong. I seem to have never heard of such clothes, and foreigners don't have such clothes."
"What a shame, isn't it just a normal gown? At most, it's just a different style. What's the fuss? Wang Sheng, you're just too preoccupied and suspicious like a thief. Don't you feel tired like this? "
"What a shame, I would have been exhausted a long time ago. I worry about this and that every day. I really don't know what the point of this is."
Song Li glanced at Lin Qian's clothes and became speechless. He rolled his eyes when he looked at Wang Sheng.
Hearing Song Li's complaints, Wang Sheng took a deep breath and didn't want to deal with this guy anymore. His mind was always stuck on such trivial matters.
But this guy had a keen intuition for discerning the patterns of action of ghosts. This talent made him jealous. He really didn't know how a person like this could possess such a talent.
Another person looked at Lin Qian's red windbreaker with some confusion in his eyes. Like Song Li, he also couldn't see anything wrong with this red dress.
When he said there was a problem, he thought that the evil ghost with red sleeves covering his face was the problem, but if he thought about it carefully, wasn't it normal for the evil ghost to have problems?
Even if there is something wrong with that male ghost, he is a fierce ghost, and fierce ghosts have problems to begin with. I don’t know why Wang Sheng is so wary.
And based on how terrifying this evil ghost is, there are problems that they can't solve.
The conversation ended without the two of them paying attention. Wang Sheng looked at Lin Qian's back, his eyes flickering slightly, there must be something wrong with this evil ghost.
Lin Qian's lips curled up. He looked at the changing scene in front of him, not caring about the three people's speculations.
Darkness surged, and the woods on both sides of the road began to become lush. An old house hidden in the woods appeared in front of Lin Qian's eyes.
Looking at the gloomy old house in front of her, Lin Qian's eyes became slightly gloomy: "We are finally here."
The bus began to slow down, the bumps became more intense, the dim lights trembled, and the woods outside the window slowly slowed down.
Finally, the bus stopped, the door opened, and there was a jamming sound. The cold wind blew into the car from the outside. Looking at the familiar old house, Lin Qian sat up from his seat and got off the bus.
"Getting off the car?" Wang Sheng looked at Li Gui who got off the car in surprise, and then looked at the looming old house hidden in the woods. Wang Sheng's eyes were thoughtful.
"It turned out to be here."
Song Li and the other person looked at the ghosts getting off the bus and breathed a sigh of relief. The fewer ghosts there were on the bus, the safer they were, especially the ghosts who stood up immediately after being hit by the bus.
If it's not in the car, their hearts will feel much more at ease.
The door slowly closed, the lights broke through the fog, and the bus started to drive towards the distance. Lin Qian looked back at the bus that quickly disappeared into the darkness.
He felt that the speed of the bus seemed to be much faster than before, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.
Without paying too much attention to this, Lin Qian looked at the woods in front of him and walked in without hesitation.
There is a path between the woods that leads directly to the old house. The purpose of Lin Qian's trip is to enter the bride's boudoir and deliver some things to the ghost closet.
Let's release the ghost closet by the way.
The path was very narrow, and the trees on both sides were snarling, as if they were mocking Lin Qian's act of committing suicide.
At this moment, in the old house, a middle-aged man suddenly sat up from a dark coffin. He frowned and looked outside the old house, a little solemnly.
"This kind of terrifying supernatural phenomenon, is there a terrifying ghost coming over? Or is it a human?"
He quickly pulled out of the coffin and came to the door of the old house in a blink of an eye. He opened the closed door and looked at the winding road with a solemn expression.
In the path, a young man wearing a red trench coat and golden glasses was heading towards the old house. Looking at the young man's childish face, the middle-aged man was a little surprised: "This kind of terrifying supernatural being is actually a human being."
?It’s really weird.”
"Zhang Dong?" Seeing the door open and a middle-aged man in a coat standing inside, Lin Qian thought for a while and asked.
The owner of this old house has always been Zhang Dong, so now when Lin Qian sees someone, he subconsciously thinks that he is Zhang Dong, and this middle-aged man looks very similar to Zhang Xianguang.
"It seems that someone here knows me, but why don't I remember that there is such a number one person like you? With the sense of oppression you give me, you shouldn't be anonymous." Zhang Dong narrowed his eyes slightly.
The ghost in this guy is very scary, and he might not be able to defeat it, but he has never even heard of this kind of character, which is something wrong.
In this day and age, it's not easy to hide. That broken bus will go wherever there are supernatural beings.
"Isn't it bad to be anonymous? Why do you want everyone to know about it?" Lin Qian laughed and said, "Besides, there are so many people who are anonymous, how many more can you hear about?"
After hearing Lin Qian's words, Zhang Dong thought about it and said, "That makes sense. Tell me what you want to do with me? I don't believe that it will be okay for someone like you to come here."
"Looking for you?" Lin Qian shook his head and looked at the scene inside the door: "I'm here to find a room. That room is locked. I have the key here."
"Room?" Zhang Dong frowned and looked back in one direction. There was a room at the end of the corridor in that direction. The lock on the room was already rusty.
"Are you here to find the bride's boudoir? And you still have the key?" Zhang Dong looked at the young man in surprise.
"Well, don't worry, I'm just going in to do some things and leave. I won't cause any trouble to you." Lin Qian came to the door of the old house and looked at the hole in the door.
Zhang Dong is very strong, even stronger than Mr. Qin. He can beat him, but there is no need. He is too lazy to do thankless things.
Besides, if Zhang Dong escapes during the fight, he will be the unlucky one. He is strong now, but in the future, Lin Qian, who has just woken up, will still be an ordinary person.
If Zhang Dong was so angry after fighting him that he killed him when he just came out of the ghost painting, or if he had a hand in it when his son Zhang Xianguang wanted to do something to him, then he would be 100% cool.
cold.
So don’t show off in the past if you have nothing to do, otherwise you will easily be hit by dimensionality reduction.
"Is that so?" Zhang Dong looked Lin Qian up and down, feeling the familiar supernatural power, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Ghost paintings, ghost blood, the mysterious bride, and that little girl..."
"Boy, your background is not very good!"
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about your descendants. Remember not to stay in this era for too long, and don't think about changing history. This kind of thing is not something humans can do."
Zhang Dong gave way to Lin Qian, which was regarded as agreeing to Lin Qian's entry into the old house.
Lin Qian's eyes changed slightly after listening to Zhang Dong's words, but after thinking about Mr. Qin, he understood: "It makes sense for you to be the strongest in this era."
"Haha, you are complimenting me." Zhang Dong smiled disapprovingly.
Lin Qian nodded and walked directly into the old house without hesitation. There was no doubt about Zhang Dong's strength. As soon as they met him, he could tell by his supernatural power that he was not from this era.
Lin Qian would not ask Zhang Dong how he deduced it, because he could do the same.
There are no two identical ghosts in this world. Judging from the time, the ghost paintings of this era are still in China and no one can control them.
In this case, where did the ghost paintings on Lin Qian come from?
Combined with Lin Qian's other supernatural beings, it is easy to deduce that Lin Qian is not from this era, but Lin Qian feels that the reason why Zhang Dong can deduce so quickly is because the ghost he controls is extremely terrifying and special.
The reason is that after all, he was the strongest during the Republic of China.
But no matter what, Zhang Dong guessed that Lin Qian was not from this era, and that was enough.
After walking through the door, Lin Qian wisely closed the door.
"See more and do less. Finish your own business and go back to your own time as soon as possible. It's boring to wander around in the past." Zhang Dong walked into the hall, pulled out a grand master's chair, and sat under the eaves.
He looked at Lin Qian who walked straight towards the locked room and reminded him again.
"I will."
Lin Qian walked through the patio to the room at the end of the corridor, and took out a rusty key from his pocket without hesitation.
This thing is one of his gains from working in Da Da. Without this key, he can't even see the shadow of this room. Even if he breaks the lock by force, he will only see an ordinary boudoir when he goes in. It wasn't the one he was looking for.
He inserted the key into the keyhole, checked, the mechanism was triggered, the copper lock was opened, and he hung the lock on the door. Lin Qian had no intention of taking it away.
After finishing his own work, the room will be locked again. Lin Qian pushed open the door and walked straight in. The red world flashed away. Zhang Dong looked at the closed door, smiled and said Don't really care.
The confidence that the two of them can coexist peacefully lies in their own strength. Without this thing, this young man would not be able to enter this old house today.
"Excellent young man." Zhang Dong muttered softly.
In the room, Lin Qian looked at the red furniture and let out a long breath: "Fortunately it's not illusory, otherwise I would have to cut in."
The room is quite neatly arranged, including a bed, cupboards, dressing table, wardrobe and some other miscellaneous things.
Lin Qian didn't pay attention to other things in the room. He went straight to a red cabinet placed next to the dressing table.
He looked at the ghost cabinet in front of him, thought for a while and took out two photos from his pocket: "Take these things, I know how you will use these things, and I will give you the key, you can watch it yourself. "
In a room full of red furniture, Lin Qian placed two photos and a key in front of the ghost closet, and with the appearance of these three things.
The ghost cupboard suddenly shook, and a cupboard slowly opened. A cold and cold figure appeared in the cupboard. A black hand stretched out from the cupboard and grabbed the two photos and the key.
Then it was suddenly withdrawn.
Looking deep into the dark cupboard, Lin Qian breathed a sigh of relief: "Tell me the groom's location."
Lin Qian stared at the ghost closet. Seeing that there was no change in this thing for a long time, Lin Qian suddenly became speechless: "There are so many things to pay attention to."
As he spoke, Lin Qian took out a piece of paper and pen from his pocket, and then began to write quickly on the paper:
"Tell me the groom's location."
After writing, Lin Qian put the paper into the wooden grid in front of the cupboard.
In just an instant, the paper was taken in by the hand just now, and within a few seconds, the paper was sent out.
Lin Qian picked up the paper and looked at the reply on it, her eyes flashing slightly:
"The groom is..."
In addition to this message that Lin Qian wanted, there were two sentences. Looking at the crooked handwriting like a child's graffiti, Lin Qian laughed: