Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Above the dark lake, the red-yellow light path still extended forward under Jiang Yan's feet. He walked quickly, without touching a drop of lake water, and approached the butcher with a stern face.

At this time, the butcher was still sitting on the somewhat pocket-sized dining table. His burly figure was out of place with the cramped dining table.

Moreover, he cut off the palm of his left hand and placed the cut part on a bone china plate. In less than a minute, there were signs of decay.

Watching Jiang Yan approaching gradually, the butcher still had confidence in his heart. The golden bullet just now could not disturb the meal of the ghost dining car. Now he put on this black napkin again. He didn't believe that Jiang Yan would cause any harm to him.

While thinking, Jiang Yan had come in front of him. His tall figure cast a shadow. He slowly stretched out his dark left hand and grabbed the butcher.

Before the dark left hand came close, the butcher felt his heart tighten, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged into his heart, giving him a very bad premonition. He widened his eyes and stared at the dark left hand in front of him, and a trace of fear appeared in his heart.

This hand looked extremely strange, as black as ink, as if covered by a thick layer of black liquid.

Its surface seemed to have a strange luster, reminiscent of oil or asphalt, but deeper and darker than them.

This dark color gave people a sense of depression, as if it did not belong to this world, but came from an unknown abyss.

However, he still had confidence and believed in the power of the ghost food truck.

But what happened next was beyond his expectations.

When the dark left hand approached the dining table, the table began to shake violently, as if the evil ghost under the table was shaking involuntarily.

"Oh, impossible..." The butcher was shocked. He could feel the table shaking violently, as if it was going to explode in the next moment.

Even the evil spirit under the table became extremely restless at this moment. It seemed to be moving its body, stirring up waves of cold currents as it moved. This chill was so piercing that it seemed to penetrate the human soul.

Even a burly man like the butcher couldn't help but feel his feet trembling and his teeth chattering under these cold currents. There was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, because he knew clearly that if the evil spirit under the table really lost control, then he would probably become its food.

However, more than ten seconds later, the table did not explode as he imagined, but just kept shaking, as if something was struggling inside. In addition to the shaking, there were no other abnormal phenomena, which made the butcher slightly relieved, but the inner uneasiness still lingered.

At this moment, Jiang Yan also clearly felt a resistance, and this mysterious resistance made it difficult for his dark left hand to move forward.

"Hmm? What's going on..." He was a little shocked. The evil ghost under the table began to tremble, obviously losing in the confrontation. Why was his dark left hand still blocked?

This made him feel a little confused, unless the evil ghost under the table was not the real body of the ghost table.

Thinking of this, he turned on the light of insight and began to look at the table in front of him.

In the golden vision of the light of insight, a piece of white rag fluttered strangely in the wind.

"This is..." Jiang Yan looked up with a little surprise, and saw a huge figure with a height of ten meters standing behind the butcher.

This figure was wearing a white chef's uniform, which was stained with a lot of dark red blood and internal organs, giving people a bloody and terrifying feeling. Its face was blue-gray, and its skin was wrinkled and dry, as if it had been dead for a long time.

However, the most creepy thing was that there was only a woman's blood-red lips on that face, and all other facial features disappeared.

This evil ghost held a spoon in one hand and a western-style kitchen knife in the other, and looked like a chef. It stood silently behind the butcher, with a ghostly smile on its blood-red lips, as if enjoying some cruel pleasure.

The butcher sat elegantly at the dining table to eat, and the evil ghost under the table lay on the ground like a dog, waiting for the food provided by the butcher.

But who would have thought that the real chef was standing behind the butcher, ready to chop the butcher into food at any time.

Jiang Yan was slightly startled, but since he saw the real body of the ghost dining car, he naturally had a way to deal with it.

As soon as he moved his mind, a large number of scarlet chains pierced out from the void. Although the ghost chef was ten meters tall, he was also trapped by these scarlet chains, and his movements were immediately restrained.

At the same time, Jiang Yan felt the dark leftThe resistance of the hand became lighter, and then it quickly stretched out to the butcher sitting behind the dining table.

The butcher was shocked when he saw this, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Could it be that he noticed the existence behind the ghost table..." He was in doubt, but the dark left hand had already stretched out without any hindrance.

The butcher's eyes widened, a little shocked, but at this moment he was sitting in front of the ghost table and couldn't move, let alone hide.

But he was not at the end of his rope yet. At this moment, he was still protected by the black napkin, and it was not so easy to kill him.

However, not too long passed, and Jiang Yan's black left hand quickly touched the butcher's shoulder. At that moment, a powerful repressive force suddenly formed.

The butcher immediately felt his shoulder become numb, and a feeling of extreme cold quickly spread over his shoulder.

At the same time, the black napkin tightly wrapped around his neck also began to undergo wonderful changes. The originally flat black napkin suddenly changed its shape, as if it was given life, and turned into a stream of black smoke.

The stream of smoke twisted its body, like a flexible and ferocious venomous snake, and pounced on Jiang Yan's outstretched hand at an astonishing speed.

Jiang Yan naturally noticed the abnormality. The black napkin looked a little inconspicuous, but it made him feel an unprecedented fear, as if it was like a real venomous snake. Even if it didn't die, it would cause serious damage if it was bitten.

However, how could Jiang Yan give it this opportunity? With a thought, the Eye of Confinement opened again, and several scarlet chains pierced out from the void, tightly binding the black napkin.

Although the black napkin could not be completely suppressed, the speed of the black napkin was also greatly slowed down, and this time was enough for Jiang Yan's black left hand to suppress it.

There was no suspense. Under the suppression of the black left hand, the spirit in the butcher's body suddenly fell silent.

"Oh, no!" The butcher screamed, but at this moment he had no power to resist.

At the same time, Jiang Yan stretched out his dark red withered hand and quickly slapped the butcher's bald head.

"What?" The butcher did not expect Jiang Yan to do this. He was obviously suppressed. What else was Jiang Yan going to do to him?

The dark red withered hand slapped the butcher's head directly, and then the butcher felt a trance, and then the whole body began to turn into sand.

"What, this is..." He was a little terrified and could not understand the changes in his body at all.

The ferryman who was far away seemed to have noticed something and quickly slapped the oar that had been floating on the lake. In an instant, the lake surface immediately stirred up huge ripples...