Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

After entering the dream, Jiang Yan found himself on a country road.

It looked very quiet and peaceful here, but the moon above was a strange blood red.

The dark red light illuminated the field, which was dead and dim all around.

There should be many frogs and insects in the field, but it was unusually quiet here.

Jiang Yan knew that this was definitely not a real field, but a mysterious place in the dream.

Except for the pale cement road under his feet, everything around was too dim to see clearly. The rice fields could be seen closer, but ten meters away was a dark place with a red glow.

He tried to call Gu Qingfeng, but there was no response in his mind.

"Maybe the old man's consciousness is weak and he wakes up slowly." Jiang Yan guessed.

After all, under the protection of consciousness for a month, he and Gu Qingfeng could not die.

The voice of selling health products in his mind was still there, and it was clearer than before he fell asleep.

Listening to this somewhat noisy voice, Jiang Yan felt relieved.

"Let's wait here for him to wake up."

Being in this strange place, Jiang Yan didn't dare to act rashly or go too far.

He first confirmed his own spirituality,

The voice of the sales pitch was fine.

He closed his eyes, and the tiger head base appeared in front of him.

With a thought, a one-meter-long black guillotine appeared in his hand.

"This guillotine can really be brought into dreams." Looking at the guillotine in his hand, Jiang Yan's confidence increased a lot.

In the dream, his emotions returned to the state of human beings.

Standing in this deserted and strange field, he couldn't help feeling a little scared.

He looked down at his body and found that it was exactly the same as himself in the rough house before.

"It seems that in the dream, the appearance I present is the appearance of myself in my memory." He quickly understood.

As for why it was not the appearance in high school or college, he roughly guessed it, because he had a weak impression of the appearance at that time.

What is presented in the dream should be his most profound memory.

Since his body had not changed, he began to search the pockets of his windbreaker to see if the wake-up bell had been brought in.

But after turning the pockets upside down, he did not find any trace of the wake-up bell, but found a rusty iron fan and a jade pendant.

Jiang Yan was not surprised that the pendant was brought in. After all, from Gu Qingfeng's memory, the pendant had the ability to protect consciousness.

But the rusty iron fan made him feel a little strange.

"This iron fan was brought in." Jiang Yan could not help but be a little surprised, but soon he did not care.

Perhaps the attack of this iron fan can also target consciousness, just like the guillotine, so it can also be brought in.

After confirming the supernatural items, Jiang Yan was much more confident.

The immortal consciousness plus the guillotine and iron fan, defense and attack are guaranteed, and the danger in the dream is greatly reduced.

After waiting for a long time in the same place, Gu Qingfeng still did not wake up.

Jiang Yan was a little impatient and began to wander around, and began to feel the weirdness of this dream.

The ground under his feet was obviously hard cement road, but it felt like stepping on cotton, and it even made a rustling echo.

After walking for a long time, this soft feeling of feet began to make him feel a little dizzy. He immediately looked at his palms and his mind became clear.

"It seems that in dreams, consciousness is always at risk of blurring." He knew that he could not be careless in dreams.

After adapting to the cement road, Jiang Yan quickly cast his eyes on a small slope in front of him.

This small slope was just beside the cement road, alone in the rice field, with a towering cypress tree growing on it.

Under the cover of the blood moon, the shade under the cypress tree seemed even darker.

Jiang Yan glanced carefully and found that there was a shrine more than one meter high under the tree, in which a statue of a god was enshrined.

However, because it was too dark, Jiang Yan could not see the specific appearance of the statue.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes moved to the roots of the tree.

There was a strange bulge next to the huge root, as if something was hiding behind the root.

"Don't look around!"

Just then, a hoarse voice sounded in his mind, and he immediately retracted his gaze.

"You finally woke up."

"Alas, you really don't remember, young man, I told you not to look around in the dream!" Gu Qingfeng said a little angrily.

"Who told you to wake up so late, and I didn't see anything."

"It's good that you didn't see it. There are a lot of dirty things in the dream, don't provoke them." Gu Qingfeng said in a serious tone.

"Dirty things? Are there ghosts in the dream?" It was the first time that Jiang Yan entered the dream, and he was not yetKnow the situation inside.

"Of course!" Gu Qingfeng explained,

"Dreams are similar to reality. There are human consciousness and evil spirits. However, in my time, evil spirits in dreams are usually called nightmares."

"Nightmare?" It was the first time that Jiang Yan heard this word.

"Yes, for example, when you were pulled into the ghost stage before, the ghost who was singing on it was actually a nightmare. The ghost stage of the junior An Yunsheng was actually part of the dream, but he controlled it." Gu Qingfeng explained.

Hearing this, Jiang Yan's eyes moved slightly. He didn't expect that the ghost stage also came from a dream.

If he controlled a certain scene in a dream, would he have similar abilities to An Yunsheng?

Gu Qingfeng was like a worm in his stomach, so he naturally understood his thoughts, but his tone was extremely serious:

"Hmph, don't think dreams are too simple. Controlling the spirits in dreams is much more difficult than controlling the evil spirits in reality. After all, even if you are a top ghost controller, if you don't have the spirits in your consciousness, entering dreams is a dead end, let alone controlling the spirits."

"But now my consciousness is not dead, and I have the tiger-headed guillotine, so I still have a chance, right?" Jiang Yan did not give up. It was not easy to have a month of immortality buff, how could he not make good use of it.

"That's right, but you have to be careful. If you are trapped by the nightmare, you can never get out of it." Gu Qingfeng warned.

Jiang Yan did not deny it, because even if he was in the current situation, he would be helpless if he was dragged into the ghost stage. After all, he couldn't move at all in the ghost stage, and the guillotine was useless.

"Then where should we go now? You don't know the way, do you?" Jiang Yan asked, this possibility is very high.

Because the place where you enter the dream may be random.

Gu Qingfeng paused and said in a low voice:

"If I were not there, your entry into the dream would be random, but I have entered the dream before and have this part of the memory, so I will come to the corresponding place, you don't have to worry about this."

"I see, then you have been to this field before?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Yes, the cypress tree you just saw is a community tree, and that hillside is a community temple, which also hides nightmares, and it is very scary." Gu Qingfeng said in a serious tone.

Hearing this, Jiang Yan was still frightened and took a deep look at the big cypress tree.

Fortunately, he didn't get too close at the time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

"Now go and take a look under the tree." Gu Qingfeng suddenly said.

Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, and said in surprise:

"Didn't you say that the tree was dangerous? Why did you go there?"

"Humph, I said that the shrine was dangerous, not the tree. Just walk under the tree, don't look at the shrine." Gu Qingfeng urged.

Jiang Yan half-believed and half-doubted, and walked cautiously to the roots of the cypress tree.

He was too far away to see clearly just now, but now that he was closer, he could see clearly what the bulge near the roots was.

It was an old wooden sign with a few traditional Chinese characters written in red paint:

"Shegong Temple Station"