Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

When his consciousness was about to blur, Qing mobilized the ghost cave to cover the dark red withered hand.

The dark yellow light film spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it completely wrapped the dark red withered hand.

After that, "Jiang Yan" seemed to have lost his mind, and stood there like a piece of wood, without any reaction.

At the same time, the red-robed martial artist on the stage also stopped singing, and the fifth-level ghost cave suddenly became much quieter, but the gong was still making a harsh sound.

Ling Yao, who was holding the gong, was stunned for a while, and seemed to be a little unclear about the situation in front of her. Looking at Jiang Yan's body and the ghost bus in the distance, she realized that the captain had won.

The suspected resurrection of Jiang Yan was successfully restricted by the captain's ability, although she didn't know why it was so.

She glanced at the tattered gong in her hand, which was still vibrating and making a hoarse metallic sound. Now, as long as the gong stopped vibrating, the captain would recover from the state of playing ghosts.

Even so, she still felt a little scared when she looked at Jiang Yan who was motionless in the distance, especially when her eyes fell on the dark red withered hand raised in the air.

"That withered hand is too weird..."

Ling Yao was deeply impressed by the horror of the dark red withered hand. It could draw a yellow mud path that could corrode the spirits with a simple wave. Not only that, it just touched the two old ghosts and directly turned them into ashes.

If the dark red withered hand did the same thing to her, Ling Yao felt that she would be directly wiped out like the two ghosts.

"I don't know which evil spirit that withered hand belongs to..." Ling Yao thought about it carefully and was very scared. At the same time, she was glad that she was only encountering a withered hand.

She could feel that the owner of the withered hand must be a terrifying evil spirit, even an existence beyond the S level.

The gong continued to ring, indicating that the battle was not over yet and the consciousness of the two people had not been wiped out.

On the bamboo forest stage, Jiang Yan sat on a wooden bench with a nervous look on his face, watching the old man in black robes singing on the stage nervously.

As the performance progressed, he felt drowsy and his consciousness began to become gradually blurred. He understood that the stage was attacking his consciousness, and when this song was finished, his consciousness would be wiped out.

For some reason, he escaped after the song was over, but he didn't believe he would always be so lucky.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the wooden bench next to him, and he immediately became alert.

This figure was a little blurry, like a ghost in the cemetery, but it could be vaguely seen that he was a white-haired old man wearing a Zhongshan suit.

"Another evil ghost? Does every song add one more audience member to the stage?" Jiang Yan speculated, but the blurry figure in front of him always gave him a sense of familiarity.

The light blue figure seemed to have noticed Jiang Yan, turned his head and glanced at him, then smiled sinisterly:

"Youngster, don't you even recognize me?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Jiang Yan immediately reacted:

"You are... Qing?"

But he soon had a question:

"Why are you here? Have you also been attacked by An Yunsheng's consciousness?"

Qing did not answer his question, but scolded him first:

"You youngster have hurt me badly. Why did you have to find a ghost master who targets consciousness?"

"I didn't expect this to happen. After all, I don't know enough about the captain's ability." Jiang Yan frowned. He was a captain substitute before, with too little experience. He had hardly encountered a ghost that targeted consciousness, so he was so easily dragged into this ghost stage.

"It's good to know. I almost fell into his trap. If it weren't for your previous experience, I would probably have been hit too. After all, the youngster's consciousness attack was too fast." Qing said with some fear.

"Didn't you come in too?" Jiang Yan looked at him with some contempt.

"Young man, do you know how much I spent to save you? You are still talking nonsense here!" Qing immediately cursed.

"Save me? This is not your style. After my consciousness was trapped, you should have taken my body and ran away. How could you be so kind to save me? What are you planning, old man? Besides, judging from the result, you still lost." With the previous experience of the ghost jar, Jiang Yan still didn't dare to believe the words of this old ghost.

Qing glared at him and said with disdain:

"After returning to the body and sharing the memory, you will know what I did. I almost killed that young man."

"Let alone whether you have the ability, we can't do anything now when we return to the body. When the old ghost on the stage finishes singing this song, we will all die." Jiang Yan said in a serious tone.

"Don't panic, someone will come to pick us up." Qing said indifferently.

"Someone?" Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, MoDid this Qing call the ghost controllers of his time for support?

"No, to be precise, it's a ghost." Qing shook his head and corrected his previous statement.

"Ghost... You summoned a ghost!" Jiang Yan was shocked, because he could think of only one ghost that he could summon at the moment.

"It's coming." Qing smiled and looked at the bamboo forest on the right. Jiang Yan also looked at it in surprise.

The bamboo forest in front of him was still so gloomy, dancing in the night wind, while the bamboo forest in the distance was a quiet darkness.

But at this moment, the quiet darkness seemed to be separated by something, and a winding gray line appeared.

The gray line slowly approached, as if extending towards where they were. Soon, the bamboo forest in front of them was divided, and a wide asphalt road appeared in front of them.

"Damn, you really summoned that thing!" Jiang Yan said angrily.

He had a bad premonition when Qing said that he had summoned a ghost, and now it really came true. This guy really summoned a tall and fierce ghost.

At the same time, the same scene appeared in the fifth-level ghost den. A winding asphalt road appeared out of thin air, directly taking in Jiang Yan's body and the ghost bus that were stunned in place.

Not only that, the red-robed evil ghost on the ghost stage was also pulled into the asphalt road.

"How could this road appear here!" Ling Yao looked at the asphalt road that suddenly appeared next to her with some horror, although she didn't know what kind of supernatural it was.

But this asphalt road directly divided the ghost stage, half of the stage was erased, and the whole place was sunken in. The red-robed evil ghost who was originally standing on the stage also stepped on the asphalt road. Ling Yao escaped because she was standing on the edge of the stage.

"This asphalt road seems to be a more terrifying ghost den." She looked at the asphalt road, and soon she found a dark red dot at the end of the road.

The dark red dot got closer and closer, and soon turned into a dark red figure. Within a few seconds, the figure came behind the stage.

"Is this... a ghost?" Ling Yao could clearly see the figure at such a close distance.

It was dark red and dry, its left arm was very long, hanging down to the ground, and its right arm was cut off in the middle.

Looking at the familiar arm, Ling Yao was horrified, because the ghost's left hand was almost the same as Jiang Yan's dark red dry hand...