Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Under the incredulous gazes of the two, Jiang Yan slowly walked towards the ghost den in front of him.

One step, two steps... and finally walked to the edge of the light of the corpse oil lamp.

Taking another step means that he will draw a clear line between himself and those ghost riders who are lingering on.

In the dilapidated temple, Feng An had a playful look on his face. He looked down on Jiang Yan's behavior.

The path of a ghost rider cannot be walked on with passion. More often, it requires reason, calmness, and cruelty.

In a weird world, it is good to be able to survive. Who cares whether you are a human or a ghost?

The black-hatted man on the side looked confused, and his eyes under the sunglasses were staring at Jiang Yan's back.

Although he could not understand Jiang Yan's behavior, he could feel the will of this fledgling college student.

The somewhat thin young man in front of him seemed to want to take a brand new path.

And what is the end of this road, the black-hatted man can't see yet.

In the yard, Jiang Yan stared at the black soil in front of him, took a deep breath, and stepped out without hesitation.

A cold, sticky feeling came, and the black soil under his feet seemed like a swamp.

Not long after stepping on the black soil, a severe cold quickly spread from the soles of his feet to Jiang Yan's whole body.

So cold.

This coldness penetrated deep into his bones, making Jiang Yan tremble all over.

At first he could still feel the cold, but then he slowly lost consciousness, as if his body's senses were frozen.

"I can't walk anymore..."

After taking less than ten steps, Jiang Yan felt that his body had lost consciousness and stood still and couldn't move.

After staying for a few breaths, the black soil under his feet changed, and the soil bulged slightly, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

"Gu."

The soil turned over.

A blue-black dry human hand stretched out and grabbed Jiang Yan's ankle forcefully.

A colder touch came, extremely cold and painful, Jiang Yan felt a burning pain in his ankle, and at the same time his body seemed to have a tendency to sink.

"Does it want to pull me into the ground?" Jiang Yan guessed.

Soon, his guess came true. Under the drag of the blue-black withered hand, Jiang Yan's body slowly sank.

In a few breaths, both of his legs sank into the black soil.

"These black soils seem to want to bury me. The previous Liu Ming should have disappeared in this way." Jiang Yan guessed.

The black-hatted man and Feng An in the ruined temple looked at them in surprise. They were not surprised that the black soil was swallowing Jiang Yan, but why Jiang Yan did not resist.

"Is that kid going to die?" Feng An asked puzzled.

"It shouldn't be. He's not that stupid. He should be testing." The black-hatted man retorted. He knew Jiang Yan and knew that Jiang Yan would not do stupid things with his intelligence.

They didn't know that Jiang Yan in the black soil was also hesitating.

Should they intervene?

What would be the result of being buried in this ghost den? Would he die directly, or would there be any other changes?

As he was struggling, his body sank faster and faster, and when he came to his senses, only his head was exposed above the ground.

After his body sank into the black soil, he felt that the ghost bus was strongly suppressed.

"It's over, now I can't even use my supernatural powers." Jiang Yan frowned slightly.

Although he is not a gambler, he has to take a gamble at this moment!

There must be a deeper secret under this black soil, and the way out lies in it.

"Gurgle."

His head sank completely, and the whole person was buried in the black soil.

The black soil ghost den returned to coldness and silence.

Suddenly, where Jiang Yan sank, the soil turned again.

A blue-black corpse in mourning clothes slowly emerged, and like the other orange-faced corpses, he knelt facing the ruined temple.

There is another ghost slave in the black soil.

In the ruined temple, the black-hatted man and Feng An froze for a long time, as if they were a little bit unbelievable.

"He died just like that?" Feng An said with a surprised look.

"It should be."

Although the black-hatted man was a little disappointed, he had to accept the fact in front of him.

Jiang Yan had been buried by the ghost den and became one of hundreds of ghost slaves.

Although he felt a little regretful, he soon saw it through. The life of a ghost rider was so fragile that one wrong step would lead to eternal damnation.

Even though Jiang Yan was an excellent ghost rider, his inner idealism made him make a radical choice, which eventually led to his death.

How difficult it is to walk out of a completely new path.

Thinking of this, the black-hatted man looked at the corpse oil lamp beside him, cherishing the warmth of life in the dim light.

"That college student is such a fool. He really thinks he is invincible just because there is a ghost den? He was so reckless. He said before that he would open the coffin and kill the ghost. Fortunately, we didn't listen to him, otherwise we don't know how many times we would have died." Feng An complained on the side.

The man in the black hat felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't refute it. After all, he didn't agree with opening the coffin. Who knows?How terrifying would the things in the blood coffin be.

Even with the black blood sword, they were not sure to deal with it.

Thinking of this, he quietly looked at the scarlet blood coffin in front of him, secretly rejoicing in his heart.

Just then, a crisp sound came.

"Boom."

The nerves of the two people who had just relaxed suddenly tensed up.

"What sound? Did you hear it just now?" Feng An turned to the black-hatted man in surprise and found that the black-hatted man was also terrified.

"Boom... Boom."

The sound came again, and the two quickly glanced at the ruined temple, and finally set their eyes on the blood coffin.

"The sound seems to come from the coffin." The black-hatted man said in a terrified tone.

"No way? The spiritual balance is still continuing, and the evil spirit in the blood coffin cannot wake up." Feng An still didn't want to believe it.

"Boom!"

The sound came again, and it was louder than before, and the last bit of luck in Feng An's heart disappeared in an instant.

"Damn it! The ghost in the coffin wants to come out!" The black-hatted man cursed, and hurriedly retreated to the corner of the wall, keeping a distance from the coffin.

"This... Don't be afraid, as long as the corpse oil lamp is still on, we are safe!" Feng An said excitedly.

The corpse oil lamp is their greatest confidence.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the light in the dilapidated temple became flickering.

A closer look showed that the flame of the corpse oil lamp began to become unstable.

"Crow's mouth!" The black-hatted man cursed, looking at the swaying corpse oil lamp in horror.

"Ah, this... No way, there is still a lot of corpse oil in the lamp!" Feng An said in panic.

The black-hatted man looked carefully, and then his face changed:

"It's not the lamp oil, it's the hanged oil corpse."

"What!" Feng An immediately looked at the oil corpse.

The oil corpse that was hanging steadily before actually began to shake slightly. The shaking was small, but the wind caused the flame of the corpse oil lamp to become unstable.

The two panicked when they saw this. The spiritual balance of this dilapidated temple began to gradually get out of control...