Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

After the five-level ghost cave was deployed, the desolate and murderous atmosphere wiped out the surrounding reality and enveloped all the supernatural beings present.

While Jiang Yan was deploying the five-level ghost cave, An Yunsheng praised him, but his voice was a little strange, sharp and high, similar to the opera tune in folk drama.

After hearing this voice, Jiang Yan suddenly felt a black in front of his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in a very unfamiliar place.

"Where is this...?" He opened his sleepy eyes, looked around a little dazedly, and found that he was sitting on an old bench.

This bench is more than one meter long and can accommodate two or three people. The surface is covered with a layer of dust, and it looks like no one has sat on it for a long time.

There are dozens of similar benches, neatly arranged.

In front of these benches is a stage built of blue bricks. The blue bricks are very old and weathered.

The curtain on the stage is a large piece of red, but as time goes by, the curtain has faded to an old dark red.

This seems to be a rural theater.

The theater is surrounded by a dim bamboo forest. The bamboos in the near distance can still be seen clearly, but the bamboos in the distance are hidden in the thick darkness. From time to time, a gust of cold wind blows, and the bamboo forest rustles.

"What did that An Yunsheng do to me? He actually brought me to this ghost place." Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a little terrified.

For some reason, since entering this theater, his fear has been magnified.

No... not magnified, but the emotions of being a human being have been restored.

It seems that in this place, he has become a human again.

"I can't feel my supernatural power." He wanted to summon the ghost bus, but suddenly realized that his connection with the ghost bus had disappeared.

In this theater, he seemed to have turned back into a fragile human.

This is not good news, because this place is full of weirdness.

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and a corner of the curtain of the stage was blown open.

Then, with a sharp "Ya Ya" sound, an old man in a faded yellow and black costume slowly stepped out from the curtain.

"What is that..." Jiang Yan immediately became alert and wanted to move away from the stage, but found that his body seemed to be fixed on the chair and could not move at all.

The old man stood firmly on the stage, with a messy beard and a particularly ferocious face, like a ghost, staring at Jiang Yan below the stage.

In this gloomy bamboo forest, being stared at by such a weird thing is not a good experience.

"Is it unable to move?" Jiang Yan could feel the murderous intention of the old man on the stage. There was no doubt that the guy wanted to kill him, but he might not be able to do it because of some rules.

At this moment, the old man moved to the front of the stage with a ghost step, and the ferocious face stared at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan was immediately startled and thought it would attack.

However, the old man quickly retreated to the center of the stage.

With the sound of a clear gong, the old actor began to sing the opera by himself. The tone was low and passionate, the sleeves were flying, the hands were turned and the beard was stroked, the steps were stepped and the spear was picked up in one go, it looked like he was really singing the opera.

The melodious opera sounded in this desolate bamboo forest, and a play with only one audience opened on this abandoned stage...

In the fifth-level ghost cave, Jiang Yan's body was stunned in place, like a piece of wood, without any movement, and the bright golden eyes also lost their spirit at this time, becoming empty and blank.

The ghost bus, ghost smoke, dark red withered hands and other supernatural things were all normal, with no signs of recovery. Only Xiaolu, who was holding a black oil-paper umbrella not far away, seemed to have noticed something and showed a creepy smile on his face.

Looking at Jiang Yan who was motionless in front of him, An Yunsheng shook his head in disappointment:

"It seems that I overestimated you. I thought that you would have some ability that I would be afraid of if you became the captain of the foreign aid team. It seems that I thought too much. It is too easy to kill you."

"Is it over? Captain?" Ling Yao's cold face beside him couldn't help but reveal a hint of surprise.

Although she had seen such attacks from the captain many times, her previous opponents were not as strong as the captain level like Jiang Yan.

And now Jiang Yan, the captain of the foreign aid team, was solved so easily, which really made her a little unbelievable.

"His consciousness has been dragged into the ghost stage by me, and he will die after the song is over." An Yunsheng explained while looking around the ghosts around with his green eyes.

"It's so easy to get tricked? It seems that this Jiang Yan is just an inexperienced rookie." Ling Yao said disdainfully.

In her impression, captain-level characters will have some ways to protect their consciousness, but this Jiang Yan obviously doesn't.

So after being dragged into the ghost stage by An Yunsheng, he will never be able to do it again.He can't get out, and his death is doomed.

"It seems that the ghost in his body is well balanced. Even if his consciousness disappears, there is no sign of recovery. I have to praise this." An Yunsheng said happily.

"Indeed, this is also a good thing for us. It saves a lot of trouble. Just detain him directly." Ling Yao breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't expect this operation to be so smooth.

"Hurry up and detain him. If you delay, something will happen." An Yunsheng glanced at Xiaolu, who was holding a black umbrella not far away, with his dark green eyes, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Without hesitation, he immediately took out a gold bag from the trunk of the car, and then walked quickly to Jiang Yan.

The two looked at each other briefly for a while, and looking at Jiang Yan's golden eyes, An Yunsheng snorted coldly:

"You can rest in peace, Jiang Yan, I will protect Dachuan City in the future."

At this moment, the corners of Jiang Yan's pale dead face suddenly twitched.

An Yunsheng immediately felt something was wrong and hurriedly stepped back to keep his distance, while making a voice like an opera tune:

"Who are you~~~"

However, before he finished speaking, Jiang Yan's body in front of him quickly became ethereal and finally disappeared out of thin air.

Looking at the empty ground in front of them, An Yunsheng and Ling Yao were both shocked.

"Could it be that he has a means of protecting his consciousness and was not dragged into the ghost stage by me just now, but has been acting with me?" An Yunsheng immediately became alert. He covered one eye with his hand, as if he was exerting some ability.

After a while, he put his hand down, his face as heavy as water:

"No, Jiang Yan is still in the ghost stage."

"What? Then has the ghost in his body revived?" Ling Yao was immediately terrified and looked around nervously.

Now she is in this terrifying dark yellow ghost den, which has surpassed reality, showing its high strength.

If Jiang Yan's evil spirit really revived, then they would be facing an extremely terrifying evil spirit...