Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

"This person actually knows the Ghost Bus?" Jiang Yan's eyes were fixed on this comment.

The supernatural powers owned by the head of the headquarters are generally kept secret. Unless they are some very famous ghost masters, it is difficult for outsiders to know their information.

Jiang Yan thought he was low-key enough and rarely summoned the Ghost Bus in front of others. Now there are only a few ghost masters who know that he controls the Ghost Bus.

And from this person's speech, he can make an assessment of Jiang Yan's control level, which shows that he knows the Ghost Bus very well.

After clicking on this person's homepage, a scarlet pupil came into view.

This person's avatar is a scarlet pupil, and his nickname is "Evil God Chi".

"Wait, I seem to have seen this name somewhere..." Jiang Yan began to recall carefully, and soon, he remembered.

The fact that he had imprisoned the ghost mother was also exposed on the supernatural forum. The person who posted at that time was this "Evil God Chi".

Once may be accidental, but twice is not necessarily.

This evil god Chi knows so much about the ghost bus that Jiang Yan can't help but suspect that he is one of the older generation of ghost riders.

Although Gu Qingfeng said that the older generation of ghost riders are almost all dead, this possibility is not high. Then this evil god Chi is at least a senior figure in the supernatural circle and knows many unknown secrets.

Unfortunately, there are too many replies to this post, and the short sentence of the evil god Chi was drowned out without any surprise. No one replied to him, and there was no heat.

However, Jiang Yan quickly exited the forum interface. Although the identity of this evil god Chi is worth digging deeper, he didn't want to make trouble at this moment.

It is necessary to be cautious when contacting these experienced ghost riders. Now Gu Qingfeng alone is enough to give him a headache.

Besides, he has to enter the dream later, so he must keep a low profile during this period, and it is best to let others forget his existence.

Late at night, in the suburbs of Datong City, Longjiang Reservoir.

This reservoir has been abandoned for a long time, and most of the water has evaporated, leaving only a slightly muddy pool at the bottom.

However, something strange happened to the reservoir tonight.

The bottom of the reservoir was dark, but with the help of the faint moonlight, a coffin could be vaguely seen floating on the water.

The coffin was blood red all over, and it looked bright and hideous under the pale moonlight.

The reservoir was surrounded by a quiet forest, and no one knew that a blood coffin had floated to the surface in this remote place.

The bottom of the blood coffin was still attached to sticky black mud, and it was obviously just lifted out from the bottom of the lake.

However, there were no ripples on the water surface, and it was unknown how the blood coffin broke out of the riverbed.

At the edge of the reservoir, a man in a black windbreaker quietly looked down at the blood coffin. His face was extremely pale under the moonlight, and his whole body exuded a cold and desolate atmosphere.

Facing the blood coffin, he raised his dry hand. This brown-black hand covered with corpse spots seemed to have some kind of power. At the moment of raising it, the blood coffin at the bottom of the reservoir also rose slightly.

At the same time, in the lake at the bottom of the blood coffin, a swollen pale female corpse was holding up the bottom of the blood coffin, slowly lifting the blood coffin.

But the rise was very slow, as if the blood coffin was extremely heavy.

The man in black kept this posture, as if he wanted to pull the blood coffin out of the water.

He could obviously take other measures, but he seemed to be afraid of the lake water below and did not dare to step into the reservoir.

Soon, nearly one-third of the blood coffin left the water, but at this time, the power of the man in black seemed to have reached its limit, and the blood coffin could no longer rise.

He immediately changed his strategy and drove the swollen female corpse to push the blood coffin to the shore little by little.

Under the moonlight, the blood-red coffin approached the shore little by little, with faint ripples, and the scene was a bit weird.

At this moment, a somewhat low male voice came:

"Have you found the blood coffin?"

The man in black said to the Bluetooth headset:

"Found it, the location is the same as recorded, it has not been moved."

"That's good." The low voice quickly faded away

The man in black smiled sinisterly and continued to move the blood coffin.

Suddenly, there was a noise in the nearby bushes. He immediately looked over and found two men walking out of the bushes slowly.

Facing these two uninvited guests, the man in black seemed a little nervous, but he still stood in place, dragging the blood coffin faster, and looking at the two men with his eyes.

One of them was tall and thin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a short ponytail. He looked gentle and refined, like a company manager or supervisor.

However, what the man in black cared about most was his two hands wearing white gloves. I don't know if it was an illusion, but those two hands looked vaguely illusory.

The other person had bright red hair and long bangs.He covered his right eye, and the jacket he wore had chains on it, which made a clanking sound when he walked. The man in black didn't feel any danger from him, and thought he was a fool.

After the two men came out of the bushes, they walked straight towards the man in black. They didn't look like they were hanging out in the middle of the night, and they were obviously coming for him.

Seeing them approach, the man in black remained calm and stood in the moonlight as if nothing had happened.

Finally, the man with glasses and the man with red hair came to the side of the man in black and sandwiched him in the middle.

The three of them stood side by side, like three brothers who had sworn brotherhood under the moon.

The man in black still raised his right hand and silently moved the blood coffin, but he also slowed down his movement to avoid making any noise and being noticed by them.

He also couldn't understand why two people came out of the bushes. He had clearly checked before and there was no one else near the reservoir.

Unless these two people had some way to escape his supernatural spying.

In the middle of the night, these two people came to this reservoir by chance. It was obvious that they were definitely coming for him.

But the two guys didn't move, so the man in black naturally didn't move, and continued to move the blood coffin to perform his task.

Finally, the blood coffin was one meter away from moving to the shore.

At this moment, the man with glasses on the right broke the silence and said in a serious tone:

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The man in black was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding the meaning of this, but he remained silent and continued to move the blood coffin, unwilling to pay attention to the two.

However, at this time, the deep male voice came again in the Bluetooth headset:

"Have you been discovered? It doesn't matter, there are more than one blood coffin, so let's see who is faster."

Hearing this, the man in black was stunned for a moment, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

He hurriedly looked at the man with glasses and found that under the moonlight, the man with gold-rimmed glasses had an extremely cold face, and his sharp eyes kept staring at him, and a cold breath spread out.

"Damn it, run!"

The man in black immediately sensed the danger and urged the ghost to escape, and a gust of cold wind suddenly blew around.

But at this moment, a calloused hand pressed down on his shoulder, and the cold wind that had just been stirred up immediately subsided.

He was horrified to find that after being pressed down by this hand, the evil spirit in his body suddenly became silent. He slowly turned his head and looked at the owner of this hand, the red-haired man.

Under the bright moonlight, the man's scarlet left eye looked at him quietly, as if looking at a dead person...