Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The gong made a ragged and hoarse sound. After hearing this sound, An Yunsheng seemed to be a completely different person. He changed into a scarlet costume in an instant, his face was as pale as paper, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a white-faced martial artist.

Seeing his change, Qing frowned slightly and his face became much more solemn.

Through the light of insight, he could clearly see that An Yunsheng did not have the slightest breath of a living person, which meant that he had become a real evil ghost.

"It turned out to be an opera ghost, that's a bit troublesome." He seemed to recognize this ghost, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, showing a bit of a difficult look.

Now he was not afraid that his voice would be read by the other party, because evil ghosts had no consciousness, and even if the opera ghost read his voice, he could not understand what it meant.

After An Yunsheng turned into an opera ghost, the ghost bus also changed. The carriage began to twist, and the windows began to shake violently. It seemed that a powerful force was repelling the ghost bus.

Qing also felt that his body was repelled by a terrible force, but he did not retreat. He took this opportunity to continue to suppress the ghost, and another dark and sticky hand quickly pierced through An Yunsheng's chest.

However, there was no feedback from this attack, and the red-robed ghost quickly turned into a stream of smoke and dissipated.

"This is a ghost cave..." Qing gritted his teeth, and he had no ability to continue chasing.

The next moment, there was a change in front of his eyes, and the ghost bus was repelled to another place.

Through the window covered with mottled white stains, Qing quickly locked the location of the ghost with the light of insight.

More than ten meters away, in the dark yellow empty ghost cave, an old stage suddenly appeared.

The blue bricks of the stage were severely weathered, and the red curtains were faded as if washed.

On the stage, a red-robed and white-faced martial artist was standing quietly, and his withered eyes under the red eyeshadow were quietly looking in the direction of the ghost bus.

This stage should be a ghost den. It can maintain this level in the fifth-level ghost den, and even exclude the ghost bus. It can be seen that its strength is high.

Ling Yao stood at the edge of the curtain, and the gong in her hand still made a strange sound.

Looking at the gong and the red-robed ghost, Qing suddenly understood.

"I didn't expect that this young man's control of the supernatural has reached this level. It's really formidable."

His eyes were fixed on the gong. As long as the gong sounded, An Yunsheng would turn into a ghost. At other times, he would be a normal human.

Although this method is not perfect control, it is almost the same. It can preserve human characteristics and use such powerful power.

But although this method seems to avoid the resurrection of the evil ghost, it is actually just to concentrate all the resurrected power together and completely revive it as an evil ghost.

Therefore, An Yunsheng cannot control everything that happens after turning into an evil ghost. This is the biggest disadvantage and the reason why Huang Yuan thinks he is very dangerous.

However, Qing has already discovered this and naturally came up with a way to fight back quickly.

As long as the woman in sunglasses is killed and the gong stops, An Yunsheng will lose his power and turn back into a human.

Without hesitation, a flash of yellow light passed, and the ghost bus appeared five meters away from the stage. Although he wanted to get closer, there was nothing he could do.

After all, the ghost of the play is a real evil ghost, and he is just a ghost tamer in a spiritual balance, and he cannot use spiritual power so luxuriously.

"Although it is difficult to contact directly, this distance is enough." Qingyin smiled and teleported to the roof of the ghost bus.

He raised his dark red dry right hand and pointed it at Ling Yao who was holding the gong.

"Jiang Yan, watch carefully, I will only teach you once, how to use the power of the road-blocking ghost."

His actions naturally fell into Ling Yao's eyes. An Yunsheng had told her before that after he revived, the person holding the gong would be absolutely safe.

However, even so, Ling Yao still felt an inexplicable sense of crisis, as if Qing's simple action of raising his hand would lead to some terrible consequences.

Qingyin smiled and waved his dark red hand towards Lingyao.

"Buzz!"

A dull vibration sounded, as if all sounds were inaudible, and the hoarse and strange gong sound also disappeared briefly.

After the vibration stopped, the fifth-level ghost den in the direction where the dark red hand was waved was wiped out, replaced by a yellow mud path.

This path, which was similar to a goat path in the countryside, seemed to be summoned by the dark red hand. It extended forward and finally intersected with the stage, directly erasing part of the blue bricks of the stage.

"What! How is it possible..." Lingyao was shocked.

She couldn't believe that the captain's ghost stage was destroyed so easily. What on earth was that yellow mud path that directly eroded it?

Although the erosion was only a little bit this time, Ling Yao believed that as long as the opponent continued to launch such attacks, within ten times, the yellow mud path would come to her, and at that time, she would probably be wiped out directly.

"Humph, I didn't expect the power to be so weak. After all, it's only half an arm." Qing felt a little regretful, but soon swung the dark red withered hand down again.

The dark red withered hand and the ghost TV formed a deadlock, and theoretically they could launch such an attack without fear.

So Qing used the same trick again, continued to raise the dark red withered hand, and then swung it down with force.

The original yellow mud path had almost disappeared. After this action, a new road covered it, and the stage in front was eroded again.

Just like an oil painting that was erased, a corner of the stage was completely erased and occupied by the yellow mud path.

Ling Yao was horrified when she saw this. This stage was the ghost's den. Her body seemed to be fixed and unable to move. If she hadn't held the gong in her hand, she might have been attacked by the ghost before Huangni Xiaolu came over.

The sound of the gong continued. After reaching a certain section, the red-robed ghost began to sing. It stood in the middle of the stage with a thin figure and its mouth slightly opened. A melodious opera reverberated in the five-level ghost den.

The singing was eerie and strange, reminiscent of the mournful tone of the suona during folk burials. The bass and tremolo sounded like the strange humming in the grave, which sounded extremely creepy.

Although Qing had damaged his ear canal, he could still hear the strange opera sound.

This sound seemed to act directly on his consciousness. His consciousness was originally very fragile, and it was even more uncomfortable after being attacked by the singing.

"Consciousness attacks are still so difficult to deal with." Qing frowned slightly and teleported back to the carriage.

Under the protection of the ghost bus, the singing became fainter, but it was still audible, and Qing's consciousness continued to fade.

"We must stop this voice as soon as possible, otherwise I will die soon." Qing became more serious, and his golden eyes looked out of the car not far away.

In that place, a woman in a green uniform was holding a black umbrella, looking at him with a stiff smile...