Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Under the crazy bombardment of a large number of golden bullets, the wooden boats in the mist were as fragile as tofu and collapsed in an instant. Countless wood chips flew in the air, which looked quite spectacular.

As time passed, the mist gradually dissipated, revealing the dark and chaotic lake surface. However, the golden bullets did not stop attacking, and they continued to fall from the sky, which made the ferryman feel great pressure.

He knew that he was facing an unprecedented crisis. Although he was very powerful, even he could not bear such intensive attacks. Each bullet contained huge energy, and once it hit the target, it would produce a devastating blow.

However, the ferryman knew that although this supernatural superposition could be infinite in theory, it actually had a fatal weakness-limited duration. After each use, it took a long time to start again.

He expected that Xu Feng's supernatural superposition would not last long, and it could only last for a few dozen seconds at most. Now he just had to find a way to survive these few dozen seconds.

However, what made him feel difficult was that at this moment, Jiang Yan's Eye of Confinement and Huo Zhongyi's straw rope both restricted him. In this state, he had no spare energy to deal with it.

At this point, he knew that he could not hold on any longer, and had to activate the ghost.

The dark lake in the distance was as calm as a mirror. Suddenly, a slight wave came from the bottom of the lake, as if something was sneaking under the water. Then, two figures were wrapped in the lake water and slowly rose. Their bodies seemed to merge with the lake water, floating up and down with the ups and downs of the water waves.

When the two figures gradually surfaced, Jiang Yan and others focused their attention on them. Everyone's eyes revealed a hint of vigilance and tension. They knew that these two people were probably the remaining two members of the Martyrs - the Prayer Master and the Butcher.

"Joseph, why did you call us out so early? Is there an enemy that even you can't deal with?"

The bald man code-named Butcher frowned and asked in surprise. His voice was deep and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

This bald man was burly, muscular, and full of flesh, giving people a fierce feeling. He was wearing a hard-line jacket with some strange symbols embroidered on it, which looked like a symbol of some religious belief. On his thick neck was a tattoo of a fierce bald eagle, with wings spread out, lifelike.

At the same time, another ghost rider codenamed Prayer Master stood quietly by. He was a thin priest wearing glasses, with thin lips tightly pursed, but revealing a mysterious aura. His skin was dry like bark, with blue veins and bulging, and he looked very old. In his hand, he held a black notebook, which was obviously some kind of supernatural thing.

"Can't you see what happened for yourself? Xu Feng has rebelled!" The ferryman shouted at the two in his old voice.

After hearing this, the two couldn't help but be a little surprised. They all looked up at Xu Feng in the sky, and Xu Feng also responded to them with a sly smile.

"I said these Eastern monkeys are untrustworthy, and the pagans must be eliminated..." The prayer master's voice was cold, and there was a cold light in his eyes, as if he wanted to destroy everything in front of him.

After speaking, he opened the notebook in his hand, and in an instant, a strong bloody smell emanated from the pages of the notebook, filling the air, making people feel suffocated.

At the same time, a yellow feather pen appeared out of thin air in the prayer master's hand, as if summoned from the depths of hell.

This feather pen looks ordinary, but it exudes a weird breath that makes people shudder. Then, the prayer master did not hesitate to pierce his arm with the tip of the feather pen, and blood gushed out immediately.

The feather pen absorbed his blood like a leech, greedily devouring every drop of blood, making a harsh "sizzling" sound.

The originally yellow feathers became bright and scarlet under the nourishment of blood, like a wriggling red snake, exuding an ominous breath.

The prayer master tightly grasped the feather pen, and his originally numb expression also showed some pain. His hand seemed to be shaking uncontrollably, and the feather pen in his hand also trembled, as if it had life.

He quickly began to write on a page of the black notebook, but his writing gesture was very strange, and the hand seemed to be out of his control, and the handwriting was crooked, not like it was written by a human.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan, who was not far away, couldn't help but think of the notebook in the ghost tank. The handwriting on that notebook was also bloody and crooked. Could it be that there is some connection between these notebooks?The prayer master quickly finished writing. When he put down his pen, a strange wave suddenly came from the space, as if some powerful force was about to come.

Then, an extremely cold and sharp voice came from the void, piercing the air like an ice cone, with endless chill and majesty:

"Xu Feng!"

The voice was so abrupt that Xu Feng was shocked. However, strangely, except for Xu Feng, no one else seemed to hear this voice at all.

But for Xu Feng, this voice pierced his eardrum like a sharp cone, bringing unbearable pain. He covered his ears with both hands, bent down in pain, and his head was buzzing, as if it was about to explode.

Under the heavy blow of this voice, Xu Feng could no longer concentrate on maintaining the attack of the golden pistol. The bullets that were originally flying all over the sky disappeared in an instant, and the ferryman finally got a chance to breathe.

However, even so, the influence of the voice still did not disappear. Xu Feng still felt an unbearable headache, and various illusions began to appear in his mind.

Because of the concentric lock, Jiang Yan also felt this feeling, but he soon realized that this attack belonged to the consciousness type attack.

Xu Feng naturally knew it, and he immediately activated his headset to eliminate the memory of the voice he had just heard.

After doing all this, he felt better, and the severe pain in his head had disappeared.

However, the voice still appeared intermittently in his headphones, becoming a lingering noise, still interfering with Xu Feng.

After discovering that his attack was resolved, the prayer master did not show any disappointment. He continued to flip the notebook, but this time he did not continue to write his name, but kept turning the notebook forward.

But he turned the pages very slowly, and it seemed that he had to pay a price for not turning a page.

While turning the page, he said to the butcher beside him:

"Hold them, give me some time."

As a long-time partner, the butcher naturally knew what this guy was thinking. He grinned and said:

"You don't have to do anything, I can deal with them alone."

After that, he took out a silver bell from his arms. Huo Zhongyi and others were a little confused. The bell was usually used to call the waiter in the restaurant, but they knew that it must be a supernatural weapon, so the butcher took it out at this time.

The butcher pinched the bell with his rough big hand covered with sweat.

"Ding~"

The crisp and pleasant bell echoed on the dead lake. The bell sounded ordinary, but it made everyone present feel a chill...