Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

In the dim room, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating. Suddenly, an old rusty bus appeared out of thin air in this strange space. The bus seemed to have traveled through time and space, with an old breath that was creepy.

Jiang Yan walked into the bus carefully, and every step was full of vigilance. He slowly walked to the row of seats at the end of the carriage, and his eyes stayed there. I saw that on that row of seats that were originally ordinary, there was a black coffin.

Every time he saw this black coffin, Jiang Yan would unconsciously feel a sense of fear. He couldn't help but think of the fear in his heart when he saw the black coffin in Gongyue Village.

Even though a long time has passed, he has grown into a top ghost rider, but that fear is still deeply imprinted in his heart.

If he were to return to Gongyue Village and face the black coffin, he would even doubt whether he had the courage to look directly at it. He felt that with his current strength, he could not compete with the existence in the black coffin at all.

Fortunately, however, the black coffin in front of him did not seal any terrifying evil spirits. On the contrary, it seemed to be a special container that could be used to maintain the Black Blood Sword.

Jiang Yan stared at the black coffin with his eyes focused, his left hand clenched into a fist, and his palm was slightly sweaty. He took a deep breath and slowly raised his dark left hand, his movements gentle and firm. When his hand touched the lid of the black coffin, he lifted it up with force, and the lid made a dull sound and was easily opened.

Then, Jiang Yan used the power of the ghost without hesitation, and his figure flashed and teleported several meters away.

He stood there quietly, his eyes never left the black coffin, and he concentrated on observing every subtle change in it. The last time he opened the coffin lid, he was deeply impressed by the terrible black smoke emitted from it. It was the evaporation of highly active black blood, which had a strong suppressive power on the supernatural.

Sure enough, at the moment when the coffin lid was opened this time, a familiar black smoke poured out of the coffin again. However, compared with the last time, the smoke this time was significantly reduced.

These black smoke streams seemed to have lost their former momentum, and seemed a little weak and unstable. They rolled and spread in the air, but the speed was far less than before. In just a few breaths, these black smoke streams gradually dissipated in the space, as if they had never appeared.

After confirming that the black smoke had completely disappeared, Jiang Yan teleported to the vicinity of the black coffin, opened the coffin lid completely, and looked down at the black blood sword lying inside. "It still doesn't work..." He frowned slightly, feeling a little disappointed.

In the black coffin, the black blood sword had not fully recovered, and a quarter of the front end of the blade was still emitting faint black smoke. This black smoke seemed to be seeping from the inside of the sword body, giving people a mysterious and dangerous feeling.

Jiang Yan felt a little strange about the changes in the black blood sword. He could clearly feel that the recovery speed of the black blood sword during this period was much slower than before. Could it be that the effect of the black coffin was not as obvious as it was at the beginning? If that's the case, how can he help the Black Blood Sword recover?

However, facing the current situation, Jiang Yan couldn't think of a better way for a while. He could only sigh helplessly and muttered to himself:

"It seems that the Black Blood Sword may not be of any use in this war. Even if it can be used reluctantly, it may come with a terrible price."

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan frowned and fell into deep thought.

He carefully closed the coffin lid and then took back the ghost bus.

At this time, the night was approaching, and he felt his eyelids were heavy and had to fall into a deep sleep.

Night fell, but this night was different from usual. The sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and the moonlight was also obscured without a trace, making the entire Dachuan City fall into darkness.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air, the air pressure gradually rose, and the cold wind whistled past, giving people a feeling that a storm was coming. This abnormal weather made people feel fearful and uneasy, and they couldn't help but start to worry whether something terrible would happen.

At the same time, the Black Forest was still expanding its territory. Under the cover of darkness, they seemed to grow faster than during the day. If someone listened carefully, they could hear the faint sound of those black trees breaking out of the ground, as if it was a silent carnival of demons.

On the rooftop of an empty building at the edge of the forest, Xiao Wen, Wang Ji, and Huo Zhongyi stood in the wind, their eyes fixed on the Black Forest in front of them, their expressions solemn and focused.

"Did you notice anything?" Wang Ji's voice was a little uneasy, and he opened his mouth.broke the silence.

Hearing his words, Huo Zhongyi stared carefully into the depths of the forest in the distance, frowned slightly, and said in a heavy tone:

"The number of ghost slaves in the forest has increased a lot, and the evil ghost sent by Team Jiang seems to be a little overwhelmed."

Xiao Wen on the side looked at Huo Zhongyi with some surprise, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't seem to expect that Huo Zhongyi could also detect this situation, which means that Huo Zhongyi has some ability or means to detect the supernatural.

In fact, as Huo Zhongyi said, the number of ghost slaves in the forest is increasing. Although Xiaolu is extremely terrifying, it gradually feels overwhelmed in the face of such a large number.

In order to avoid being suppressed by the group attack of these ghost slaves, Xiaolu had to choose to dismember the ghost slaves while teleporting, but in this way, the rhythm of clearing the ghost slaves was seriously affected.

Although the situation in the Black Forest became more and more severe and terrifying, nothing happened that night.

Jiang Yan also slept until dawn.

Soon, he discovered the problem in the forest last night, but he didn't care much and didn't take any other measures.

But he still told Xiaolu to focus on reconnaissance and not to fight too much. After all, Xiaolu was also one of his spirits. If he was completely suppressed, it would also cause the spirit in his body to lose balance.

In this way, another day passed and the night came again.

This time the night was more terrifying than last night. The sky in Dachuan City was pitch black, and the biting cold wind blew everywhere, as if a typhoon passed. The residents of this city felt abnormal and chose to stay at home. The number of vehicles on the street decreased a lot in an instant, and it looked very deserted.

The ghost slaves in the Black Forest also reached a very terrifying number this night. A rough count showed that there were as many as thousands.

They prayed to the church in the center of the forest, like a terrible army, and like they were holding a terrible cult sacrifice ceremony. Their pale faces gathered together densely, and they looked extremely gloomy and weird from a distance.

At this time, Xiaolu had also learned his lesson and stopped fighting with these ghost slaves. After all, in front of such a large number, if he rushed in rashly, he would definitely be suppressed instantly.

So it floated quietly in the air, observing the movements of the ghost slaves below.

The second morning, unlike usual, the morning in Dachuan City was still dark, as if it was still in the dark night.

People looked at the time in confusion, confirming that it was indeed more than 8 o'clock in the morning, but there was still no sunlight, and there was no relevant explanation in the weather forecast.

However, some keen people have guessed that this strange weather phenomenon must be caused by supernatural events.

Related statements quickly spread on the Internet, and panic quickly spread in the city. The airport and train station quickly became crowded, and more and more people wanted to escape from Dachuan City.

On the roof of a tall building, Xiao Wen and others looked at the black forest in front of them with solemn expressions.

Those ghost slaves wearing black priest clothes have formed a scale, like a huge legion, they all face the direction of the church and pray devoutly.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, these ghost slaves opened their mouths and began to sing in a low and strange voice.

"Is it about to start..." Xiao Wen looked at the church with a serious expression...