Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

After the old lady got on the bus, something happened on the cement road again.

The road not far away was covered by a gray fog, and there was a faint sound of suona in the fog.

The ordinary people on the bus did not notice it, but the ghost fighters became nervous.

Because if the bus wants to continue moving forward, it must come into contact with the fog.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a little nervous, because one of the windows of the bus had just been broken by the Guardian Nightmare, and now the defense is worrying.

"What is that?" Jiang Yan asked in his heart.

Gu Qingfeng was silent for a while, as if he remembered something long and terrible, and said in a horrified tone:

"No, close your eyes and cover your ears!"

It was the first time that Jiang Yan saw Gu Qingfeng so terrified, so he naturally did it without hesitation.

At the same time, he also shouted to Zhao Qing on the side:

"Close your eyes, cover your ears, don't look, don't listen!"

Zhao Qing was a little terrified by his sudden reaction, but immediately followed suit.

The other ghost riders also heard Jiang Yan's words, and after hesitating for a while, they also closed their eyes and covered their ears.

Wu Ge had already done this series of actions before Jiang Yan reminded him.

The group of foreigners closed their eyes and covered their ears, and their faces were a little nervous.

They didn't know the reason for doing this, but just blindly followed others.

But since they had to do this, it meant that the things in the fog ahead must be very scary.

As the bus moved forward, the sound of the suona became louder and louder.

This suona sound seemed to be a kind of funeral music, which was often played during the funeral of the dead in ancient times.

"Could it be that there is a coffin funeral ahead?" Jiang Yan guessed.

"Yes, but it's not a coffin." Gu Qingfeng corrected.

"If it's not a coffin, what is it?" Jiang Yan continued to ask.

But Gu Qingfeng didn't want to tell him this time:

"You'd better not know. Once I tell you, you will unconsciously conceive an image in your mind, which will attract the things in the fog."

Jiang Yan suddenly realized after hearing this and stopped guessing what was in it.

The gray fog seemed to be moving, and soon, the bus entered the gray fog.

In an instant, the sound of the suona became deafening, and the windows were shaken slightly.

The passengers in the car could no longer hear any sound except the sound of the suona.

After hearing the sound of the suona, the human consciousness gradually became confused and their eyes became empty.

Soon, their bodies gradually became empty and finally disappeared completely.

The ghost riders covered their ears in advance, but they could still hear the sound of the suona, and their consciousness gradually became blurred.

Soon, the sound of the suona reached its maximum, and the bus seemed to be passing by the thing.

At this time, in addition to the sound of the suona, a strange singing sound of "Yiya" came.

The ghost riders suddenly had a splitting headache, and even Lu Tao and Wu Ge had hideous expressions and looked very uncomfortable.

Jiang Yan was no exception. The singing was clearly torturing his consciousness, as if he would be trapped forever if he listened to it for too long.

But the singing only lasted for a moment, as if that thing passed through the window gap, and then the singing disappeared.

However, the sound of the suona was still there, but it gradually weakened.

This meant that the bus had passed by that thing.

As the sound of the suona weakened, the consciousness of the ghost riders gradually recovered, and they survived this catastrophe.

But there were also two foreigners who were not determined enough and could not hold on. At this moment, they had already died in their seats with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

Of course, they still closed their eyes and did not notice the death of their companions.

Soon, the thing reached the rear of the car and passed by Jiang Yan.

The sound of the suona weakened, and Jiang Yan was protected by the immortal consciousness, so he recovered naturally and quickly, and his consciousness was no different from usual at this moment.

At this moment, a strange thought emerged in his mind.

No, it was not a thought, but a cold whisper:

"Come and marry me."

"???"

Just as he was confused, the sound of suona suddenly exploded in his ears, and the gloomy singing voice came with it.

"What's going on!" He was a little frightened, not knowing what happened.

At this moment, a grayish-white color suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, which was the gray fog he had just seen.

"Oh no, that thing is invading your memory!" Gu Qingfeng shouted anxiously.

But it seemed a little late, and Jiang Yan had no ability to deal with it.

Soon he was in the gray fog, but it seemed like a dream, a little unreal.

In the gray fog, the cold air was mixed with the smell of incense ash, and it was cold after inhaling into the lungs.

The gloomy singing voice of "Yiya" was right next to his ears, the sound of suona was deafening, and that thing was coming towards him.

Although he tried his best to avoid looking, the image of that thing came into his mind involuntarily.into his mind.

In the gray fog, a group of figures in white mourning clothes were passing by, some were playing suona, and some were singing opera.

But these figures had one thing in common - their faces were blank.

In the middle of this group of mourning clothes, four figures were carrying a white sedan.

Through the broken door curtain, Jiang Yan vaguely saw a woman in white clothes, but the woman was wearing a white veil, and her face could not be seen clearly.

Amid the deafening sound of suona, the white sedan came towards him.

Looking at the group of strange things approaching, Jiang Yan's body gradually became cold, as if he would be pulled into the white sedan and could never escape if he continued.

"Gu Qingfeng!"

He shouted in his heart, but there was no response.

As a last resort, Jiang Yan had to keep suggesting to himself in his heart:

"Forget it quickly, forget it..."

However, the more this happened, the clearer the group of mourning clothes in front of him became, and the white sedan was getting closer and closer.

He looked at his hand, hoping to stay awake, but when he looked down, he found that his hand had disappeared.

He wanted to summon the guillotine, but it didn't appear.

Now, he was completely helpless and could only watch the thing approach.

In the dream, the emotions of the ghost tamers would be restored. Even Jiang Yan felt extremely terrified at this moment, as if he was having a terrible nightmare.

Soon, the group of mourning figures came in front of him, and the sedan chair with white silk also swayed closer. A pale human hand lifted the door curtain and seemed to be about to stick its head out.

Although Jiang Yan was experiencing great fear, nothing happened in the bus. Only he was sweating nervously in his seat.

The other ghost tamers closed their eyes and did not notice his abnormality.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but Zhao Qing suddenly felt something was wrong and took Jiang Yan's hand with a little worry.

Jiang Yan watched the curtain of the white sedan open, and a face wearing a white veil appeared. Apart from that, the interior of the sedan was dark.

At this moment, a warm current flowed into his body, instantly dispelling the severe coldness in his body.

The source of the warm current was his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw a palm with clear palm lines.

"This is..." He was very surprised and immediately looked at his palm carefully.

Soon, the originally clear figure of the mourning clothes and the white sedan gradually blurred, and finally passed by him.

At the same time, the bus also drove out of the gray fog and returned to the clean cement road.

The ghost riders soon discovered this and couldn't help but feel fortunate.

The noise in the car was soon heard by Jiang Yan, and he knew that the thing should have left.

At this moment, the thing disappeared in his mind, but Jiang Yan still retained its memory.

He felt that if he recalled it, the thing would soon appear again.

He opened his eyes and saw the familiar carriage, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he also felt the warmth from the back of his hand, and understood.

If it weren't for Zhao Qing's unintentional action, he might have been trapped in the white sedan.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Qing, wanting to thank her.

But after just one look, he was stunned.

At this moment, Zhao Qing was also looking up at him, but that face was not Zhao Qing's face.

And this face Jiang Yan will never forget, with a sweet appearance, but the eyes are completely black.

"Zhang Tiantian..."