Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The bald man codenamed the Butcher looked at everything in front of him with a gloomy face. Suddenly, he grinned and rang the bell in his hand.

As a crisp bell rang, the space around the bald man suddenly became dim, as if shrouded by some mysterious power. Under the influence of this power, the whole space became depressed and dull.

After a space fluctuation, a small dining table quietly appeared in front of the butcher.

This dining table is square and covered with a snow-white tablecloth, giving people a fresh and elegant feeling. However, in sharp contrast to this tablecloth, there is only an old bone china plate and a pair of blood-red knives and forks on the table, nothing else.

After the table appeared, the butcher slowly sat on the small stool, his movements were elegant and calm. Although he was burly, he exuded a gentlemanly temperament at this moment. However, this contrast makes people feel a little weird.

From a distance, the scene was full of humor. After all, the space of the dining table was too cramped for a burly man like the butcher.

However, everyone present did not dare to take it lightly. They keenly noticed that the dining table exuded a strange atmosphere, which made people feel cold.

The bottom of the dining table was completely covered by a white tablecloth, as if something was deliberately hidden. The tablecloth on the tabletop was also white, but the tablecloth on the side of the dining table was stained with mottled dark red bloodstains, like the traces left by a bloody massacre.

These bloodstains made people feel terrified, and no one knew what was hidden under the dining table.

"What does he want to do? Is he going to eat here..." Huo Zhongyi seemed a little nervous.

At this moment, the resistance of the straw rope in his hand has exceeded his tolerance, and after pulling for so long, his physical strength is almost gone, and now he can only temporarily keep the straw rope still.

Although this still cannot separate the evil spirit in the ferryman's body, it at least has a restraining effect.

Huo Zhongyi was also very self-aware. It was too difficult for someone of his level to kill the ferryman. He was very satisfied that he could contain him to this extent.

Xiao Wen, who was standing by, suddenly became serious after seeing the butcher summon the dining table. He whispered:

"Be careful, that dining table is not simple."

Huo Zhongyi couldn't help but feel a little panicked after hearing him say that.

While the butcher summoned the dining table, Xu Feng didn't just stand there. He just performed a supernatural superposition, and he felt a little tired.

However, he could still use the golden pistol, and this time his target was the prayer master who had just attacked him.

At this time, the prayer master was still concentrating on flipping through the black notebook in his hand, and was obviously in a state of being unable to fight. Xu Feng aimed the muzzle of the golden pistol at the prayer master, and with a thought, a golden bullet burst out and shot at the prayer master at an astonishing speed.

The ferryman on the side was ready to attack, but he was restrained by the Eye of Imprisonment and the straw rope, and it was a bit difficult to move the oars.

And he had to keep the oars close to the water surface to prevent Jiang Yan from continuing to activate the transmission ability of the seventh-level ghost cave.

So although the ferryman wanted to rescue, he was helpless against Xu Feng's attack at this time.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the golden bullet pierced the head of the prayer master without any suspense.

"Hit!" Huo Zhongyi on the opposite side exclaimed, he didn't expect that a member of the Martyrs would be so easily shot in the head.

Even if it is a top ghost controller, before becoming an alien, there is no possibility of survival if it is shot in the head.

But when seeing the prayer master being shot in the head, the ferryman and the butcher just looked a little gloomy, without showing any shock, as if they didn't care about such an attack.

And after being shot in the head, the prayer master continued to turn the pages of the book with dry and yellow fingers as if nothing had happened.

"What happened? Did I miss..." Xu Feng felt a little depressed. He didn't believe in evil and continued to shoot at the prayer master.

As before, the golden bullet hit the prayer master's head without any suspense, but the prayer master was still the same as usual, except that his head was a little tilted, and he was not affected at all.

It was as if the prayer master's body was not his own at all, but more like a puppet.

At this time, the butcher looked at the people on the field leisurely, as if deciding the next target to kill.

Soon, he locked his eyes on Huo Zhongyi.

"Humph, I'll start with you..." The butcher laughed grimly, and then picked up a knife on the table.

The moment he picked up the knife, the originally dark red color suddenly became extremely bright. The knife was there, but there was nothing on the table., it is definitely impossible to eat like this.

The butcher put the palm of his other hand on the table, and then used the blood-red table knife to cut off one of his index fingers like cutting tofu.

The whole process was very skillful, and there was no pain on his face, as if he had done this many times before.

A finger was cut off like this and placed on a whitish bone china plate, still bleeding warmly.

Huo Zhongyi, who was opposite, couldn't help but feel a little horrified when he saw this. It was the first time he had seen such a supernatural thing with such a high price.

However, as a ghost tamer for so many years, he naturally knew that the greater the price, the more terrifying the supernatural thing.

After cutting off the finger, the butcher picked up the bone china plate with the severed finger and slowly brought it to the edge of the table.

In an instant, a strong stench mixed with the smell of blood spread, and the tablecloth that had been quietly hanging down suddenly lifted a corner.

"Swish~"

The biting cold current spread, and a dark and rotten hand slowly stretched out from under the table. It accurately touched the plate, picked up the severed finger, and then retreated under the table.

Soon, the tablecloth next to the table began to shake, and a faint chewing sound came from inside.

After the chewing sound disappeared, the butcher placed the blood-red dinner knife on the plate, and the position of the knife was just pointing in the direction of Huo Zhongyi.

At that moment, Huo Zhongyi's heart was shocked, and a fear of impending death surged into his heart...