Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Shortly after the black line disappeared, a red-yellow light flashed across the sky like lightning, rushing towards Dawu City at an astonishing speed.

This light was Jiang Yan and Zhu Yan. Not long after, they arrived above Dawu City and stopped.

Jiang Yan did not hesitate to quickly spread the seventh-level ghost cave, and in the blink of an eye it covered the entire Dawu City. He hoped to find Qin Jiang's whereabouts as quickly as possible.

As the ghost cave spread, Jiang Yan soon noticed something unusual, and his face instantly became solemn. Zhu Yan, who was standing by, saw the change in Jiang Yan's expression and couldn't help but feel a little worried, and asked anxiously:

"What's wrong, is there any problem?"

Jiang Yan nodded heavily, but did not reveal more details, but simply replied:

"Found it..."

Then, he immediately used the ghost cave teleportation ability and teleported with Zhu Yan to the building where Qin Jiang had been.

When they arrived, the scene in front of them was horrifying. The area around the building was hit by the black line just now, and the streets were full of residents who had turned into mummies, which was a horrible sight.

Jiang Yan looked at the scene in front of him, and his face couldn't help but darken. There was no doubt that the black blood just now must have passed through Dawu City.

Even Zhu Yan was shocked by the scene in front of him.

However, at this moment, they keenly noticed that there was an extremely strange aura around them. They were experienced and knew that this gradually increasing spiritual aura meant that there was a ghost tamer who was reviving the evil ghost.

Zhu Yan frowned slightly, and he walked quickly in the direction of the aura without hesitation.

Soon, Zhu Yan came to the source of the strange aura. But the scene in front of him shocked him so much that he couldn't speak for a while, and the whole person seemed to be frozen in deep shock.

Qin Jiang's headless body stood there alone, and began to rot rapidly at an alarming speed, emitting thick black smoke, which was creepy. Not only that, Qin Jiang's left hand was also torn off and disappeared.

Zhu Yan suddenly lowered his head to look for it, and soon he found Qin Jiang's head that had fallen to the side.

"Old Qin!" Zhu Yan shouted in a low voice, with endless grief and sorrow in his voice.

Then, he quickly walked to the head, slowly squatted down, and stretched out his trembling hand to touch Qin Jiang's face.

Jiang Yan, who was standing by, couldn't help but look sad, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart.

In fact, he had already learned all this through his seventh-level ghost cave, but for some reason, he chose to remain silent and didn't tell him this cruel fact just now.

"It seems that we are still a step late." He said with a somewhat helpless tone.

However, Zhu Yan didn't seem to be in the mood to listen to his words, but just lowered his head with a solemn expression, staring at Qin Jiang's head that had been separated from his body.

At this moment, Qin Jiang's originally gentle face had lost its vitality, becoming cold and pale, even stained with some blood and dirt, looking extremely embarrassed.

As if he sensed Zhu Yan's arrival, or perhaps because he had never been able to close his eyes and rest, Qin Jiang's eyelids were not completely closed, as if he was still fighting against death.

Zhu Yan carefully combed his messy bangs for him, gently wiped off the stains on his face, and finally, slowly closed his eyes for him, allowing him to leave quietly.

"Put the body away first, maybe there is still a chance of resurrection." Jiang Yan looked at Qin Jiang's body on the ground and reminded.

Hearing this, Zhu Yan did not refute, but stood up silently and took out a golden bag from his arms. He carefully put Qin Jiang's body into it, and then tied the bag tightly.

After doing all this, he turned to look at Jiang Yan, his eyes flashing with cold light, and asked in a serious tone:

"Is that guy still around?"

He knew in his heart that the ghost den that Jiang Yan had just cast could cover the entire Dawu City. If that person had not gone far, Jiang Yan would have noticed it.

However, Jiang Yan's answer made him feel a little disappointed. He shook his head and said:

"He is no longer here."

"Really? He slipped away so quickly. The monkeys in the United States are really so afraid of death." Zhu Yan said with disdain.

Jiang Yan was a little surprised after hearing this, but he could probably guess that it must be Zhu Yan's Eye of All Things that saw the scene here, so some related images just now flooded into Zhu Yan's mind.

"Do you know the identity of that person?" Jiang Yan asked in a deep voice.

Zhu Yan did not hide it. After all, the other party was a martyr, and he was also a dangerous enemy for Jiang Yan, so he had to explain it well:

"That person is Karl Beck of the martyr. Now he shouldIt's time to approach the resurrection of the evil ghost, and it also took away Qin Jiang's supernatural power. "

"Karl-Beck?"

Hearing this name, Jiang Yan couldn't help but be a little shocked. After all, this man is the second-ranked international ghost fighter and the leader of the American Martyrs Organization.

More importantly, he seems to be planning something in Dachuan City, preparing to seize the black mummy in the forest church.

If the opponent is Karl Beck, then Qin Jiang really has no chance of winning.

"Karl Beck, is he... very strong?" Although he already knew Karl's identity, Jiang Yan still wanted to hear Zhu Yan's evaluation of this person.

Talking about this person, Zhu Yan's face did not have too many emotions, no fear, no tension, if he had to say, it was suppressed anger, he said in a low voice:

"I don't know the details, but from the image I just saw, that person also has red eyes, it should be the eyes of death."

"The eyes of death? "

Jiang Yan frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a sense of sudden enlightenment. Where the black line passed, all the residents turned into mummies and died tragically. It seems that this is the effect of the Eye of Death.

"Although I don't know what he is planning, he took Qin Jiang's cross, which is a bit troublesome." Zhu Yan changed the subject and his expression became solemn.

"What's wrong? Is the cross some special supernatural thing?" Jiang Yan asked.

Zhu Yan turned his head and glanced at him. The scarlet left eye looked at Jiang Yan quietly, as if he was hesitating whether to tell Jiang Yan about this. Finally, he said:

"To be honest, Qin Jiang's cross is actually a black blood weapon. My ghost fire can burn all supernatural things, but it can't burn black blood. But my ghost fire is often easy to spread. If it burns too fiercely, it will burn to other supernatural spaces, and I will die because of the resurrection of the evil spirit. "

"So, usually when I activate my ability, Qin Jiang will be there and use the cross to prevent the spread of the ghost fire. "

After hearing this, Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a little surprised. He didn't expect Zhu Yan's ghost fire to be so terrifying.

However, no matter how terrifying the supernatural is, it is useless in front of black blood. Jiang Yan, who has the Black Blood Sword, knows this very well.

Now that Qin Jiang's cross has been taken away, it is a fatal blow to Zhu Yan.

Without the restraint of black blood, Zhu Yan dare not use his ability easily, because if he is not careful, the fire will get out of control and cause the evil spirit to revive.

And the martyr Carl now has the cross, which naturally restrains Zhu Yan, making the situation even more serious.

"What should we do? Do you still have a chance of winning against Carl? "Jiang Yan asked, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

If even Zhu Yan can't do anything to Karl, then the headquarters will really be doomed this time.

Zhu Yan didn't rush to answer. He took out a golden leaf from the pocket of his red suit, lit it skillfully, and then took a puff of cigarette.

Under the heavy red side bangs, the scarlet left eye stared at the sky quietly:

"It's not a matter of winning or losing, but he must die. "