Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

On the dark lake, a very strange scene appeared. Wu Ge picked up the Tang sword in his hand and easily cut the lake surface with the tip of the sword. He walked towards the prayer master step by step on the cracks on the lake surface.

At this time, the prayer master was concentrating on turning the pages of the book in his hand. Seeing Wu Ge coming so easily, a trace of surprise flashed across his numb and thin face, and then he began to feel a little uneasy.

The ferryman hidden in the depths of the lake was also quite shocked at this moment. He didn't expect that his ghost cave would be invaded by the other party so easily.

But no matter how surprised they were, Wu Ge still approached the prayer master unstoppably.

The prayer master also began to feel a little anxious. He turned to the butcher not far away and urged:

"Stop him quickly!"

The butcher curled his lips, seeming to feel a little bored. He hated others interrupting his dinner. The hunt for Huo Zhongyi just now was not over, and he didn't want to change his target so quickly.

However, in the face of the overall situation, he could only hold back and temporarily change the target of attack to Wu Ge.

He put his left hand on the plate on the table again, and then slowly cut off his fingers with the bloody knife.

Unlike the previous attack on Huo Zhongyi, this time the butcher cut off three fingers, seemingly considering Wu Ge's strength, or the butcher wanted to make a quick decision.

After doing all this, he pointed the blood-red knife at Wu Ge.

The three severed fingers lay quietly on the worn-out bone china plate, stained with bright red blood, emitting a disgusting strong smell of blood. The butcher watched all this expressionlessly, then picked up the plate again and slowly placed it next to the table.

As the plate approached, the originally calm tablecloth suddenly began to shake violently, as if something was struggling to get out from under it. Then, a dark and rotten hand slowly stretched out from under the table, its fingers bent, and its nails sharp and sharp, which made people shudder.

When the hand touched the plate, it clearly felt the three broken fingers in the plate, so it began to tremble, and seemed very excited. It didn't even have time to distinguish what was in the plate, and then it grabbed them without hesitation and quickly took them back under the table.

Soon, a subtle chewing sound came from under the table.

When the butcher saw this scene, a fierce and complacent smile appeared on his face.

The thing in the bone china plate was actually a sacrifice. As long as the evil spirit under the table decided to take it, it had to attack the enemy for the butcher as a deal.

This type of supernatural power belongs to the contract type supernatural power. It is easy to know whether the attack will be successful. After all, as long as the evil spirit accepts the sacrifice, it has to take action. If the evil spirit is not sure, then no matter how hungry it is, it will not take the sacrifice.

So when the butcher saw the evil spirit take away the three broken fingers, he knew that the result was already stable, and Wu Ge was not the opponent of the evil spirit under the table.

As expected, Wu Ge walked on the cracks on the lake surface. Suddenly, at a certain moment, he felt a chill and could not help but stop and stood there.

The next moment, there were several muffled sounds, and Wu Ge's body seemed to be chopped dozens of times, with a lot of terrible scars, and blood splattered in an instant.

"Old Wu!" Xu Feng in the sky roared when he saw this, and then picked up the golden pistol and shot the butcher without hesitation.

"Bang!"

The gun barrel exploded, and the golden bullet shot at the butcher at an astonishing speed, but to Xu Feng's surprise, when the bullet approached the dining table, it seemed to be hit by an invisible force and was directly bounced away.

Xu Feng was a little stunned when he saw this.

The butcher sneered at this, and he said coldly:

"Humph, dare to disturb my meal, I think you are tired of living."

When dining at the ghost table, any supernatural will be isolated, unless that supernatural is more terrifying than the evil ghost under the table. Obviously, Xu Feng's golden bullet has not reached that level.

Seeing Wu Ge being attacked and severely injured, Jiang Yan could no longer remain calm. If Wu Ge was lost here, the subsequent battle would be more difficult.

So he said coldly to Xu Feng in the sky:

"You go and hold the ferryman, I will kill the butcher!"

Xu Feng frowned slightly, looking embarrassed, but he did not object to Jiang Yan's decision.

Seeing Jiang Yan preparing to come over, the butcher sneered and continued to cut off his fingers with the bloody knife.

But this time, he only had a little finger left on his left hand, so he simply cut off the entire palm.

Huo Zhongyi on the opposite side was shocked when he saw this. He knew that the butcher paid such a high price this time, and the corresponding supernatural attack would be more terrible.Jiang Yan did not react to this, and continued to walk along the red and yellow light path, quickly walking towards the butcher.

As usual, the butcher locked Jiang Yan with his knife, and then put the bone china plate next to the dining table.

Soon, the dark and rotten hand stretched out from under the dining table.

But this time was different from the previous two times. The hand was eager for the offerings in the bone china plate and tried to take it many times, but every time it touched the butcher's broken hand, it was like being burned and quickly pulled its hand back. It was like this over and over again, which seemed particularly painful.

The butcher, who was originally very confident, was also shocked when he saw this scene.

"How is it possible? The table ghost doesn't eat the food on the plate..." He was a little unbelievable, because this was the first time he encountered such a situation.

But no matter what, Jiang Yan was approaching, and the butcher began to feel really scared at this time.

But as a member of the martyrs, how could he not have other means?

He quickly took out a black napkin and skillfully wrapped it around his neck. Apparently, the black napkin was also a supernatural object.

After putting on the napkin, the butcher finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Jiang Yan with a grim smile, still very confident.

After all, if Jiang Yan wanted to kill him, he had to break through the protection of the ghost dining car and the black napkin, but this was so difficult.

But Jiang Yan didn't care about the butcher's series of actions. He still walked along the light path with a sharp step, and slowly raised his dark left hand...