Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The butcher fed one of his severed fingers to the evil spirit under the table, and then pointed the blood-red knife at Huo Zhongyi not far away. At that moment, Huo Zhongyi immediately felt a terrible chill climbing up his spine.

However, before he could react to what happened, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. This feeling came so suddenly that he had almost no time to think or react.

"How could it be..." A look of pain appeared on his face, and he widened his eyes and looked down at his arm in disbelief.

At this time, his arm seemed to be cut off by something, and flew away from his body with spurting blood. It all happened so fast that he couldn't understand what was going on.

At that moment, the severe pain came like a tide, drowning his consciousness and senses. He had never experienced such severe pain, as if the whole world collapsed at this moment.

Although Huo Zhongyi was usually a cold and taciturn person, he couldn't help but screamed heartbreakingly under the stimulation of such severe pain. This scream was full of despair, fear and pain, which made people shudder.

Xiao Wen on the side was also a little surprised. He stared at Huo Zhongyi in a daze, not knowing how to deal with it for a while.

After losing an arm, Huo Zhongyi naturally had no ability to maintain the straw rope. He could only watch the straw rope retreat from his palm. As long as the straw rope retreated even one centimeter, Huo Zhongyi would lose in this tug-of-war game with evil spirits.

In an instant, Huo Zhongyi really felt the coming of despair, and a despair that was more painful than the broken arm just now enveloped his heart. He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

His body began to tremble, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound. His eyes were full of helplessness and fear, like an abandoned child who couldn't find his way home.

And the straw rope was like a ruthless whip, constantly whipping his heart, making him feel miserable. His face turned as pale as paper, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and he looked very weak.

At this moment, Huo Zhongyi had fallen into deep despair. He even forgot that he was still in a life-and-death battle. He only knew that he had lost, and lost miserably.

Seeing this, the butcher on the opposite side showed a playful smile on his fierce face.

It was not that he did not want to deal with Jiang Yan and others, but that this butcher had a habit of killing the weak. In the past, he used the ability of the ghost dining car to torture his opponents bit by bit and appreciate the desperate expressions of his opponents.

This way of torturing the enemy gave him unprecedented pleasure.

But Huo Zhongyi was already desperate, and his heart was like dead ashes. With a "swish", the straw rope broke away from his palm and irreversibly moved back a few centimeters.

"It's over..." Huo Zhongyi's face was pale, not only because he lost too much blood when he just broke his arm, but also because he felt deeply powerless after despair.

But he didn't want to die here. His inner desire to survive made him retain the last bit of obsession. He once again held the straw rope with his intact left hand.

Even though he knew it was useless, he still wanted to fight to the death.

However, his idea was still naive. The rules of the evil spirits were absolute. There was no element of luck. Even if the straw rope retreated only a few centimeters, Huo Zhongyi would trigger a fatal backlash.

At that moment, an incomparable chill surged out of his shirt, like a biting cold wind sweeping over, making him shiver.

This cold current seemed like an extremely cold palm, quietly approaching him, with endless chill and oppression.

It slowly approached his warm, still beating heart, as if it was going to crush his heart like this. Every heartbeat became extremely heavy, as if he could hear his own heartbeat echoing in his ears.

Xiao Wen frowned slightly when he saw this. He slowly raised his palm and covered his left eye, as if he was ready to do something.

At this moment, a dark figure flashed by, accompanied by a sharp cold light.

"Snap~"

With a muffled sound, the straw rope that Huo Zhongyi was holding broke, and Huo Zhongyi, who was still holding the straw rope, also lost his balance and fell backwards quickly.

"What?" Huo Zhongyi sat on the ground, looking at the straw rope in his hand in a trance. Before he could figure out what had just happened, his straw rope broke.

"How could this be..." He was a little bit unbelievable. The straw rope broke, which meant that the tug-of-war game was forcibly terminated. This situation had never happened before.

Although Huo Zhongyi was only a captain candidate and could not be compared with the captain-level combat power in front of him, he also knew that the evil ghost behind the straw rope was very terrifying and was not something that ordinary captains could contend with.

But now the straw rope was broken. Who did it?

With curiosity and shock, Huo Zhongyi carefully looked at the man in front of him.

He was tall and wore a black suit. He looked very capable. He had a big back hair and black-framed glasses. He looked a bit like the overbearing president of some companies.

However, what impressed him most was that the man held an extremely long black Tang sword in his right hand.

"Wu Ge!"

On the lake not far away, Jiang Yan, who was still on standby, was a little shocked when he saw Wu Ge appear.

But thinking carefully, this was expected. After all, Xu Feng had cooperated with him. Wu Ge, who was also one of the Ottoman warriors, must be in the same camp with Xu Feng.

"Hey, Old Wu, you're finally here! I thought you weren't coming..." Xu Feng in the sky began to greet him, but his tone was also a bit angry.

Wu Ge had a blank expression on his face, like a robot. He glanced at the martyrs on the lake and said in a cold tone:

"Just tell me what you want me to do. Since I'm here, I will definitely help."

Hearing his reply, Xu Feng smiled slightly:

"That's more like it. Go kill the nerd with the little notebook first. He seems to be holding back some big moves. My holy gun is useless to him."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ge moved his dark eyes, and finally locked his sight on the prayer master in the middle of the lake.

Without saying a word, he walked towards the lake.

But when the three martyrs saw Wu Ge, they couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

After all, they had come into contact with O'Douman before. Xu Feng might still make them feel a little afraid, but Wu Ge was just a second-rate ghost rider in their eyes.

Let alone killing the prayer man, Wu Ge couldn't even step into the ghost den of the ferryman.

On the lake not far away, Jiang Yan also stared at Wu Ge with a frown. He had met Wu Ge in a dream before, but when he was leaving, he found that Wu Ge's head was missing.

This matter really made him feel strange, because Wu Ge's consciousness was trapped by the bus driver at that time, so how did he leave the dream?

Or, is Wu Ge standing here still the real Wu Ge?

Soon, Wu Ge walked to the edge of the dark lake. Facing such a terrible ghost den, he naturally couldn't counter-invade.

However, he held up the Tang sword, and gently poked the lake surface with the tip of the sword. The dark, cold and terrifying lake water was immediately cut open like jelly...