Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

At two o'clock in the morning, the waitress at the hotel front desk had already gone to bed, leaving only one security guard sitting at his seat.

He was half lying, with the brim of his hat covering most of his face. He looked like he was asleep, but his eyes under the brim of his hat were always alert to the surroundings.

He was obviously a ghost slayer. With the support of supernatural powers, most ghost slayers do not need or rarely need sleep, so they can be competent for the hotel security work.

The street outside the hotel was dark. This was the backlit side. The cold moonlight only illuminated a corner of the building opposite and could not be reflected on this street.

I don't know how long it took, but a man in a black suit suddenly appeared on the dark street outside the door.

His footsteps were light, like a ghost, and he had a Tang sword that was as long as his knees on his back.

Although the security guard at the front desk was very alert to the surroundings, and his sinister eyes seemed to have the ability to see through the supernatural, he did not notice the man in a suit.

The main entrance of the hotel is a glass revolving door. If you pass by here, it will definitely cause a stir.

However, the moment he arrived at the revolving door, the figure of the man in the suit seemed to disappear. When he appeared again, he seemed to have arrived in the lobby of the hotel.

At this moment, the security guard suddenly raised his hand, but he just rubbed his eyes. The long-term surveillance made him feel a little tired. Obviously, he did not notice the existence of the man in the suit.

After passing the security guard, the man in the suit walked up the stairs quietly.

Most of the people staying in this hotel are ghost riders. If they use too obvious supernatural powers, they will be easily detected.

This is also the reason why the man in the suit walked up the stairs obediently.

In the following time, the man in the suit wandered in the hotel, seemingly looking for his target.

However, unless he got the information of the hotel guests, he could not judge who was in the room.

However, he seemed to have a unique way of judgment. He passed by several rooms in succession without stopping, as if he had confirmed that there was no one he was looking for in the room.

Soon, he came to the luxury suite on the top floor and stopped in front of one of the rooms.

The house number on the room is 1130.

The person in this room seems to be the one he is looking for. He slowly draws out the Tang sword behind him.

This Tang sword is one and a half meters long, with a black and rough surface, as if it is integrated with the dark corridor. It is not visible without careful observation, which is extremely strange.

After he draws out the Tang sword, his figure changes again, and he disappears from the corridor in an instant.

When he appears again, he has come to the inside of the room.

However, as soon as he enters the room, his figure pauses slightly, as if he is frightened by the scene inside.

The luxurious suite is dark, with only the hazy moonlight pouring down from the windowsill. On the soft and high-end big bed, a middle-aged man with splayed eyebrows is sitting there, looking at him drunkenly, as if he has already noticed his approach.

"Oh, you are actually doing a night attack, but... I am not gay." He stared at the man in the suit and showed a sinister smile.

Then his face immediately turned red, and a pungent smell of alcohol emanated, instantly filling the entire room.

Faced with this intoxicating smell, the man in the suit did not cover his mouth and nose, as if he was not affected by the smell of alcohol at all.

But soon, the smell of alcohol took shape and turned into red smoke, and Old Man Song's body also changed rapidly, his body suddenly grew a lot, and his skin became dry and bright red, looking extremely terrifying.

The originally tall man in the suit also looked a little weak in front of Old Man Song, and the strangely long Tang sword also seemed a little overconfident.

At this time, Old Man Song was almost the same as a fierce ghost, his personality became more violent, but he still retained a little bit of human rationality. Obviously, his way of controlling was not completely controlling, but it had surpassed most ghost masters.

"If I guess correctly, you are here to kill me, right?" Old Man Song's face was blood red and ferocious, and he exhaled scarlet alcohol while speaking.

However, the man in the suit was as cold as ice. He didn't say anything. He flashed forward with the Tang sword and launched a slash without saying a word.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the surrounding red smoke was impacted and spread outward in a ring shape.

The black Tang sword of the man in the suit was easily blocked by the thin and bright red hand of the old man Song.

"Humph, where did you come from again? You dare to assassinate the captain with this little power? Go back to your mother's womb!" The old man Song grinned, raised his foot and kicked him away.

The power of the old man Song who turned into a ghost was extremely terrifying, and he also had many strange spirits. His simple kick could completely suppress most A-level ghosts, even S-level ghosts.will also be affected.

The man in the suit also keenly sensed the threat. He immediately held the Tang sword in front of him and blocked the kick, but his body had to step back a few steps because of the huge force.

He staggered to a stop, and a slight surprise appeared on his cold face, as if the opponent's strength exceeded his expectations.

The soundproofing system of the high-end suite where the captains stayed was very good. Even if they made such a loud noise when fighting, it did not affect other people.

However, their use of supernatural powers would naturally attract the attention of some keen ghost fighters.

The man in the suit seemed to have noticed this and became more and more anxious.

Old man Song was also a little surprised to see his attack blocked.

Although he was not a high-ranking captain, he had been hiding his strength. If he used all his strength, he could reach the level of a high-ranking captain.

But he usually liked to drink, brag, go to KTV and dance, and was not interested in the ranking among the captains.

However, now someone came to take his life, he had to use all his strength.

"Your sword is good. I want it." Old man Song looked at the Tang sword in the hand of the man in the suit and showed a ferocious smile.

The man in the suit didn't care about his provocation. He picked up the Tang sword and flashed in front of Old Man Song again, ready to repeat the previous attack.

"Hmph, what's the point of the same trick!" Old man Song sneered and continued to hold out his hand to block.

"Boom!"

A loud noise caused a violent shock wave, and the red smoke in the room was immediately washed away.

"What... Impossible..."

Old man Song's ferocious face, like a ghost, suddenly showed a look of fear. He stared blankly at his arm, which he had just used to block the Tang sword.

However, at this moment, this arm was twisted and distorted, as if it had been run over by a mud truck.

He couldn't believe that the attack that he could easily block just now could not be blocked this time.

While he was distracted, the man in the suit approached again, holding the Tang sword and stabbing directly into Old Man Song's chest.

At that moment, whether it was an illusion or not, Old Man Song felt that two similar men in suits appeared around him, holding Tang swords and stabbing at him, as if three Tang swords were stabbing at his chest.

"Puff~"

With a muffled sound, Old Man Song's chest was pierced. He slowly lowered his head and found that there was only one Tang sword this time.

But at the moment when this Tang sword stabbed in, he felt that the spiritual power in his body was quickly suppressed, leaving no room for resistance.

Without the maintenance of spiritual power, his vitality also quickly dissipated.

He didn't understand why he lost until he died. Before he died, he opened his turbid eyes and wanted to see the appearance of the person who killed him in the cold moonlight.

I saw that the man in the suit was wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, combing his hair back, his face was extremely pale, and his cold thin lips were a strange purple.

"You are..."

He seemed to know this person, but he died before he could say it...