Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The industrial area in the west of the city is sparsely populated, but it is also shrouded in thick blood mist in the face of this city-wide disaster.

In the turbid blood-red sky, you can occasionally see some gray and white dots stirring the mist. At first glance, they seem to be some birds, but when these white dots get closer, you will find that they are flying human skins.

The twisted and wrinkled face is hideous and terrifying, and the human skins are wandering around like kites, spreading terror.

Fortunately, the industrial area is sparsely populated, no one will trigger the killing rules, and the skinned ghosts will not come here.

However, this is only a matter of time. When fewer and fewer people survive in the city and the number of skinned ghosts increases, they will invade every corner of the city.

On the edge of the industrial area, an inconspicuous European-style villa is shrouded in thick blood mist.

As if sensing the danger of the blood mist, the doors and windows of the villa have been closed.

In the villa, on the sofa in the living room, a handsome man is sitting cross-legged and playing with his mobile phone.

He wore a loose white shirt and black trousers, with smooth and healthy muscle lines outlining his fair body, and a bronze necklace on his chest with his collarbone slightly exposed.

At first glance, he looked handsome, but the Yuanshen game video played on his phone was out of tune with his image.

"No power."

Qi Xiu frowned slightly as he saw the "low power" prompt pop up on the Readmi K70 Bamboo Moon Blue 1TB.

Shortly after the blood mist filled the air, the power supply system in Dachuan City was also paralyzed.

However, he was well prepared and immediately took out a power bank from his schoolbag. After plugging it into the socket, the battery bar of the phone immediately showed a lightning icon indicating charging, and the previously downloaded game video continued to play smoothly.

A closer look showed that his schoolbag was full of power banks, and there were more than 30 of them roughly.

With these power banks, plus more than 500g of videos in his phone, his spiritual food can last for a week.

At this moment, he sniffed, and a slightly uncomfortable expression suddenly appeared on his handsome face:

"Zhao Qing, you actually cooked snail noodles in Jiang Yan's villa. If he knew, he would beat you to death."

At this time, Zhao Qing, the perpetrator in the kitchen, was startled like a frightened rabbit, with embarrassment on her face, and then complained:

"Who told those instant noodles to be so unpalatable, and those compressed biscuits, it's like eating flour. Fortunately, I was smart and found a few packets of snail noodles. And, if you dare to tell anyone, I will beat you to death first!"

Qi Xiu frowned slightly after hearing this, unwilling to pay attention to her, and continued to watch the video.

In the kitchen, looking at the rice noodles bubbling in the pot, Zhao Qing's big eyes suddenly dimmed.

Perhaps there will be no chance to cook so leisurely in the future.

Although she and Qi Xiu came to Jiang Yan's villa for refuge as soon as the blood mist broke out, they also felt that the crisis in the city was getting more and more serious at this time.

The signal was paralyzed, the power was paralyzed, they had no way to know what was happening in the city, but they could feel that Dachuan City was becoming more and more terrifying.

In this villa, they could still live safely, but the city had probably become an extremely dangerous and weird purgatory on earth.

Thinking of this, she looked out the window sadly.

"The fog is thicker."

Dachuan City was falling, and her life, the daily life of eating, drinking and having fun in this city, was completely destroyed.

Just then, a low cold shout came from the living room:

"Don't look outside!"

"Huh?"

Zhao Qing was startled, and hurriedly retracted her sight and tightened the kitchen curtains.

However, she soon became a little confused. How did Qi Xiu know that she was looking out the window? Because she couldn't see the situation in the kitchen from the sofa in the living room.

She looked at the living room with a little curiosity and found that Qi Xiu was still sitting on the sofa as before, playing games with his back to her.

"Strange..." She muttered, but soon forgot about it.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Qing came out with two bowls of snail noodles, smiling.

"Bang!"

The snail noodles with a special smell were placed in front of Qi Xiu, and a trace of fear appeared on his handsome face.

"If you want to eat, eat it yourself, don't try to drag me into it." Qi Xiu immediately saw through her intention and quickly turned his head to the side.

"My cooking skills are very good, don't regret it if you don't eat it!" Zhao Qing continued to instigate.

But Qi Xiu still ignored her.

"Alas..." Zhao Qing sighed helplessly, then smiled again, looking at the fragrant snail noodles in front of her with expectation.

"If you don't want to eat it, I'll finish it myself!"

"It's up to you." Qi Xiu said casually.

Zhao Qing didn't delay and picked up the chopsticks impatiently.

At this moment, a dim light flashed in the living room.

The light disappeared, and a young man with black smoke and pale skin appeared in the living room.

He was carrying a golden body bag, and his face was covered with black bloodshot and showed obvious fatigue. Behind him was a young man with a scar on his face.

As soon as he entered the living room, Jiang Yan saw Qi Xiu and Zhao Qing sitting on the sofa in different postures.

Qi Xiu was lying on his side watching Yuan Shen's video on his mobile phone, looking like he had no desire to live.

Zhao Qing was facing the two large bowls of snail noodles in front of her, picked up the chopsticks, and seemed to be ready to eat, but when she saw Jiang Yan, her slightly fat face suddenly petrified, and her mouth was so big that an apple could be stuffed in it.

"Jiang Yan!"

She shouted in panic, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground in fear, making a crisp sound.

Jiang Yan's dark eyes glanced at the snail noodles on the coffee table, and his brows frowned slightly.

As if she had noticed Jiang Yan's reaction, Zhao Qing hurriedly explained:

"Jiang Yan, listen to my explanation. I cooked it because Qi Xiu wanted to eat it."

Qi Xiu, who was half lying on the sofa, was stunned for a moment, and he didn't seem to expect that he would be innocently caught in the crossfire.

Jiang Yan glanced at Qi Xiu, then at Zhao Qing, who was guilty, and then left.

Looking at his back as he left, Zhao Qing felt a little terrified:

"Oh no, Jiang Yan won't be really angry, right?"

But no one responded to her.

Qi Xiu, who was half lying and watching the video, glanced at Jiang Yan's back, thinking about something.

And Zhao Qing immediately started to slurp the noodles. After all, Jiang Yan had already found out, and she no longer had any psychological burden, so she could eat with peace of mind.

She believed that after she finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen carefully, Jiang Yan would definitely forgive her.

After leaving the living room, Jiang Yan carried Sister Xue's body and walked straight to the safe house in the basement.

After spending some time to open the heavy door that looked like a bank vault, he entered the safe house and properly placed the body bag on his body.

He glanced at the safe house. There were two body bags and a gold box in the house. The gold box contained a ghost TV.

Staying in this gold room, he can get temporary safety. If the situation worsens, he still has a last resort.

The ghost tank is still in the ghost bus...