Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

In this blood-red boudoir, Jiang Yan involuntarily walked towards the bride beside the bed, and finally slowly lifted her veil.

Under the gauze-like red veil was a face that Jiang Yan was very familiar with, and he couldn't help but exclaimed:

"Zhao Qing!"

However, just after making this exclamation, Jiang Yan himself was also shocked.

The body that had lost control suddenly returned to normal at this moment, as if everything just now was a nightmare. He stared at the "Zhao Qing" in front of him in a daze, his heart full of doubts and fear.

What happened? Why did Zhao Qing appear here? And as a bride... Countless questions came to his mind, making Jiang Yan a little confused.

He gently reached out and carefully touched the jade pendant hidden in the bridal gown.

This jade pendant was clearly handed to him by Zhao Qing herself, but now, why did she become a bride in a wedding dress in the blink of an eye? Jiang Yan was full of doubts, staring at the bride beside the bed.

Under the red silk veil, the face was clearly Zhao Qing. However, when he looked closely, he noticed something strange.

The woman in front of him was tall and plump, different from the Zhao Qing in his memory. Obviously, this was not Zhao Qing's body.

The more Jiang Yan looked, the more frightened he became, and an indescribable fear surged in his heart.

In a trance, he felt that the face covered by the red scarf was a little weird, as if it exuded a creepy evil spirit. This feeling became stronger and stronger, making him feel cold: Is it really just his illusion?

As time passed, Jiang Yan kept staring at the bride, trying to find the answer from her. But the mysterious and evil aura was always with him, lingering...

His shock lasted only a blink of an eye, and then the bride in front of him opened her eyes, looked at Jiang Yan with an evil smile, and her voice was ethereal and full of mature charm:

"Zhao Qing? I'm not Zhao Qing."

Jiang Yan was startled by the voice and took a step back, keeping a certain distance from the weird bride.

The ghost bride was obviously a ghost, and now she suddenly spoke, which really scared Jiang Yan, but he quickly regained his composure.

It was great for him that the ghost bride could communicate.

"Then who are you? Why do you look so much like Zhao Qing?" Jiang Yan stared at her closely and said sternly.

The bride with Zhao Qing's face covered her mouth and smiled lightly, her laughter was ethereal and a little weird, she narrowed her dark eyes and said:

"You asked the wrong question, it should be why Zhao Qing looks so much like me?"

"What did you say..." Jiang Yan was stunned for a while after hearing it, and didn't quite understand what he meant.

The bride said coquettishly, with a tone of disdain:

"It's okay to tell you, Zhao Qing is just a failed copy I made with the ghost mirror, now you understand?"

"Ghost mirror?" Hearing this word, Jiang Yan was puzzled, he seemed to have never heard of this supernatural object. But the bride in front of him actually said that Zhao Qing was her copy, which really shocked Jiang Yan.

He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, Zhao Qing, who had been with him for so many years, was not a human, but some kind of supernatural thing.

Such an incredible thing made him astonished. Who on earth could have such a method? The answer is obvious-it must be those old generation ghost masters.

Jiang Yan took a deep breath, tried to calm down the ups and downs in his heart, and asked in a serious tone:

"Who are you?"

At this moment, the bride in wedding dress and beautiful face let out a crisp and pleasant but slightly weird laugh, which seemed to come from the netherworld, making people shudder.

Then, she answered in a deep and ghostly voice:

"You can call me Zhao Xin."

"Zhao Xin!" Hearing this name, Jiang Yan's heart was shocked and he fell into a trance for a short time.

After coming back to his senses, he carefully looked at the bride in front of him, as if he didn't want to miss any details. He couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Zhao Xin, the ghost rider who left a suicide note in Gongyue Village.

Zhao Xin turned out to be a woman, and it was suspected that she controlled the disguised ghost and the ghost bride.

While he was shocked, Zhao Xin looked at Jiang Yan with a gloomy look, and said in surprise:

"I didn't expect you to be able to enter here. I thought the ghost bride's veil would never be lifted, but I didn't expect that I would see the light of day again."

Hearing this, Jiang Yan understood that, just like the blood coffin of the Second Attached Middle School before, he had awakened an old generation of ghost rider this time, but he was also a little puzzled:

"I am also a little curious. After all, I just came to the dream to do things for another old thing. I don't know why the ghost bride chose me."

Zhao Xin smiled lightly and stretched out his fingernails.The scarlet white jade hand waved towards Jiang Yan, and then something floated out of Jiang Yan's body.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the rusty iron fan.

After being taken by Zhao Xin, the iron fan was completely renewed and turned into a bright red fan.

Zhao Xin half covered his face with the red fan and smiled:

"Because you brought this thing, it has the breath of the ghost bride, so it chose you."

After that, she gently shook the red fan, and the breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness, as if it also revealed a bit of gloomy air.

Looking at the red fan, Jiang Yan still didn't understand it. Even if he brought the red fan, if he didn't come to Songqiao Village, he wouldn't have encountered the ghost bride.

"As soon as I came to Songqiao Village, the ghost bride took control of this place. Isn't it too coincidental?"

Zhao Xin's beautiful face also showed a trace of confusion when she heard this, and her eyes were suspicious:

"I don't understand what you mean. The power of the ghost bride has always occupied this village."

"Always there? Impossible, this village is the terminal of the bus. If the power of the ghost bride is always there, the bus cannot leave here, and I will not get on the bus at the Shegong Temple." Jiang Yan immediately refuted her words.

Zhao Xin narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing this, as if he noticed something, but still patiently explained:

"No, if you didn't bring the fan, you wouldn't be trapped by the ghost bride. In other words, from the moment you decided to enter Songqiao Village, the ending was doomed."

After hearing this, Jiang Yan suddenly realized something. The decision to go to Songqiao Village was not made by him, but by Gu Qingfeng.

"Gu Qingfeng, did you plan all this!" He said angrily.

Hearing this name, Zhao Xin's head was shocked, and a little surprise appeared on his face, but he soon regained his composure.

She waved her jade hand gently, and then an old figure slowly separated from Jiang Yan.

This figure was dressed in a white Zhongshan suit, with fluttering sleeves, giving people a sense of transcendence. However, the most eye-catching thing was his eyes, deep as ink, dark without a trace of light, revealing an indescribable weird breath.

There is no doubt that this person is Gu Qingfeng.

But at this time, Gu Qingfeng's consciousness was severely damaged, and the whole person became illusory, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

"Haha, of course it was planned by the old man." Gu Qingfeng smiled sinisterly, "Because the key I'm looking for is in this wedding room!"

"So this is the reason why you let me contact the ghost bride? Even if I get the key in this wedding room, what if I can't get out?" Jiang Yan stared at him and questioned.

Zhao Xin half-covered his face with a red fan, and quietly observed the quarreling two people, then said with some displeasure:

"Qing, what are you thinking about in my room again?"

Jiang Yan also looked at Gu Qingfeng, waiting for his explanation.

Gu Qingfeng ignored Zhao Xin, turned to look at Jiang Yan, smiled sinisterly and said:

"The key has been found."

"What key? Where is it?" Jiang Yan glanced at the wedding room, and did not find any trace of the key.

Gu Qingfeng still looked at him sinisterly, and then stretched out his old finger and pointed at Jiang Yan:

"The key is you."