Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

"The repair shop in Songqiao Village has a repair record. According to the records, the bus has only been scrapped once or twice, and the rest are just some minor problems." Gu Qingfeng explained.

Hearing this, Jiang Yan frowned slightly, feeling that this journey would not be so smooth.

In the car, the passengers continued to talk and laugh, and seemed to have forgotten that Jiang Yan had just killed the old lady.

And the body of the old lady just now disappeared inexplicably.

"What's wrong with these people?" He couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Gu Qingfeng was silent for a while and said:

"Their bodies in reality may have died, and they can't add new memories. So even if they were scared by your killing just now, they soon forgot it completely."

"Unable to add memory... Then such an existence is not even human consciousness."

Jiang Yan looked at these passengers, and his expression couldn't help but become solemn.

Although these passengers were talking and laughing, he knew that they would soon forget the content of these exchanges.

Rather than consciousness, these passengers are more like isolated memories.

Time passed slowly, and Jiang Yan gradually became sleepy.

He immediately glanced at his palm, and his consciousness immediately regained consciousness.

He knew that being sleepy in a dream was just an illusion. People who entered the dream fell asleep, so how could they still be sleepy?

Being sleepy should be that the consciousness is being blurred by the supernatural in the dream, and may eventually die or get lost in it.

Although he has the protection of the sales voice, he dare not be arrogant. It is always better to be cautious.

At this time, the speed of the bus slowed down, and it seemed that it was about to arrive at the station.

This time, the place we came to was a somewhat gloomy cemetery.

The gray-white tombstones were densely packed, standing on the black grave soil.

Having learned from the previous lesson, Jiang Yan did not dare to look directly out the window, and only dared to glance a few times with the corner of his eyes.

The tombstones in the cemetery are almost the same, as if they were carved out of the same mold.

But some tombstones are a little different. There are some incense sticks in front of them, and faint green smoke is floating in the cemetery.

The speed of the car is slowly decreasing, and the bus stop ahead can be seen.

In front of the lonely wooden bus stop, a group of men and women in blue uniforms are quietly waiting.

Their faces are very bony, their eye sockets are deep, their eyebrows are pressing on their eyes, and their hair is also yellow-brown. They are obviously a group of foreigners.

After seeing their appearance, Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. This group of people is most likely human consciousness, and it is unlikely to be nightmares.

After the bus stopped, with a "squeak", the black door that looked like it had been burned by fire slowly opened.

This group of foreigners who had been waiting in front of the cemetery for a long time seemed unwilling to stay here for another second, and got on the bus immediately.

After getting on the bus, their nervous expressions were relieved.

Jiang Yan and Wu Ge couldn't help but look ugly when they saw this.

"Looking at their appearance, these foreigners will not provoke any ghosts in that cemetery, right?" Wu Ge glanced at Jiang Yan and said.

Jiang Yan remained silent, not wanting to pay attention to him, and continued to observe the group of foreigners.

"Get on the bus and pay."

The driver in the driving seat glanced at them and urged with that weird voice.

"Pay...pay?" A blonde girl was stunned for a moment and looked at the big man with a short haircut beside her.

The big man with a short haircut was also a little confused. His eyes wandered among the crowd for a while, and finally locked on a shorter black-haired man.

"Lu Tao, why didn't you tell us that we have to pay to get on the bus?" The man with a short haircut asked in broken Chinese.

The black-haired man seemed to be Chinese, and he looked about 40 years old. The key point was that he was only 1.5 meters tall. Standing in the crowd, Jiang Yan had not noticed him before.

"In this era, where can you go without money? Don't you understand this common sense?" Lu Tao walked out impatiently, and then took out a few colorful paper money from his pocket and put them into the coin box.

This group of foreigners seemed to dislike Lu Tao, but they didn't dare to complain too much.

After putting in some paper money, Lu Tao glanced at the driver with sinister eyes, and found that the driver's lonely eyes were still staring at him.

Obviously, this little money was not enough to pay for the fare of so many people.

He had to take out some more paper money from his pocket, counted them one by one, and finally threw them into the coin box very reluctantly.

"Shit, who told you to bring so many people in at once." He turned his head and glanced at the bald man, complaining.

Although these foreigners felt uncomfortable, they did not dare to refute him.

Jiang Yan stared at the paper money.

The layout was colorful, as if it had been contaminated by a variety of pigments, and it looked very dirty.

The numbers representing the face value were bright red, and crooked, not like they were written by humans.

"Those are dreams."Do you have the paper money in the dream? As an old ghost tamer, why don't you have these things?" he asked in his heart.

After all, the paper money in the dream also exists in the memory. If Gu Qingfeng wants to take the bus to achieve his goal, he will obviously not be unprepared.

"Hehe, there was originally, but that part of the memory was not protected, and the corresponding blood-stained yellow talisman was damaged." Gu Qingfeng said with resentment.

"In other words, if there is no consciousness protection for this month, you will use my memory as the price to pay for the bus fare?" Jiang Yan quickly understood, and his expression suddenly became cold.

"Humph, who do you think my memory was lost because of?" Gu Qingfeng said coldly.

"But if it weren't for me, you would still be sleeping in the yellow talisman, right?" Jiang Yan said.

After this, Gu Qingfeng was silent, obviously having nothing to say.

Just then, Jiang Yan suddenly felt that the sales voice in his mind became weaker.

"What's going on! "

He was a little terrified, because the weaker sales pitch meant that the supernatural protection was gradually losing its effect.

Could it be that something scary was approaching nearby?

Just then, the blonde near the car door pointed to the cemetery outside and said in horror:

"Jack! That thing is catching up!"

As soon as these words came out, the foreigners panicked, and Lu Tao slapped the blonde hard and cursed:

"Shit! How many times have I told you not to look! "

The blonde covered her face with anger, but she didn't dare to refute.

The other foreigners were also terrified and didn't dare to look out the window.

Seeing their reactions, Jiang Yan didn't know what was going on.

This group of foreigners must have provoked a nightmare in the cemetery, so they thought of escaping by taking the bus.

He didn't dare to look out the window either, and could only glance at it with his peripheral vision.

But just one glance made his heart beat fast.

In the cemetery not far away, a white figure was slowly approaching.

It was wearing a white robe and a white triangular hat, like a funeral.

The weirdest thing was that this thing had three faces, no, to be precise, three faces with painful expressions squeezed on its face...