Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The originally dark lake surface was dyed with a dazzling golden light, and it instantly became bright. The terrifying atmosphere that had permeated before also disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Although the ferryman could still feel the existence of his ghost, his ability to control the ghost seemed to be greatly reduced, and it could even be said to be seriously reduced.

He tried to teleport the wooden boats floating on the lake back to his side to form a solid line of defense to protect himself.

However, this seemingly simple action was extremely difficult for him, as if these rotten and floating wooden boats suddenly became a heavy object, so heavy that he could hardly move a bit.

And Xu Feng had already pointed the gun at him, and the ferryman really felt the coming of the crisis.

At this moment, the prayer master who kept turning the pages of the book finally stopped on a certain page, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a strange smile. That smile seemed to hide endless conspiracy and malice, which made people shudder.

His eyes became hot, staring at the black notebook in his hand, his eyes flashing with an almost crazy light.

On the yellowed paper of the notebook, a series of black scribbled words appeared. Those words were twisted like ghosts, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. They did not belong to any known country or culture, nor could they be understood by ordinary people.

However, the prayer master seemed to know these words very well. His eyes wandered between the words, as if he could decipher the secrets contained in them.

The prayer master's fingers gently stroked the words, feeling their power. Each word was like a beating heart, full of vitality. His breathing gradually became rapid, and a strong desire surged in his heart, wanting to take the power of these words for himself.

He stared at the words on the paper and read them slowly with a cold and majestic voice, as if he was afraid of misreading a word.

His voice seemed to have some strange power, like a loud reverberation like a bell, solemn and sacred, but also a bit gloomy and terrifying.

"Great dark king, the god of the underworld who controls the life and death of all things, please punish this enchanting world where the flowers of sin are blooming everywhere.

Punish those deformed creatures, crush their corpses, build the only altar in this world, let the priest offer his heart and prayer, and welcome your coming.

Please listen to the believers' pleas, let us offer our loyalty oath to pray for your protection!"

Just as Xu Feng's voice fell, the words on the notebook in the prayer master's hand suddenly began to spread, as if they had come alive.

They quickly turned into an extremely thick black mist and rushed out of the notebook at a staggering speed. In the blink of an eye, it had completely enveloped the prayer master and the ferryman.

At the same time, Xu Feng's golden bullet was also fired at an astonishing speed. However, when the bullet shot into the black mist, it seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Xu Feng widened his eyes and looked at everything happening in front of him with astonishment. He could never have imagined that his attack would be so easily resolved.

"Ah? What the hell..." Xu Feng frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy. Jiang Yan had successfully killed one, so why was his luck so bad?

He lowered his head and looked down at the lake quietly. At this moment, on the golden lake, the place where the two martyrs were was surrounded by a thick black fog.

The black fog seemed to have some kind of protective effect, making the attack of Xu Feng's golden pistol ineffective.

But how could he give up so easily? He roared, and the golden light on his body shone a little more:

"Holy light, dispel the black fog in front of me!"

As soon as the voice fell, the dazzling golden light exploded, shining towards the black fog on the lake not far away like a surging tide.

Soon, the golden light of the lake became more dazzling, as if there was a huge searchlight under the lake.

However, the strange black fog was not affected by the golden light at all, and it was still so dark and strange.

"Won't it work..." Xu Feng frowned slightly, and suddenly felt a little tricky.

At this time, Wu Ge on the lake did not know what method he used, and the scars caused by the butcher's attack just now were all healed.

He stared at the black fog for a while, and then said in a cold tone:

"Old Xu, don't worry about them, now we have to hurry up to stop that guy."

Xu Feng's expression became solemn after hearing this. Although the ferryman and the prayer master are still difficult to deal with, they are almost at the end of their strength.

And although the black fog summoned by the prayer master is very strange, it is currently onlyIt just played a protective role. If he wanted to use the black notebook to launch an attack, he might have to spend time turning to other pages.

So during this period of time, the prayer master was not a threat to them for the time being.

Now the most urgent task is to stop Carl under the lake. This is also their original purpose. Xu Feng was so excited in the battle just now that he almost forgot about this matter.

"Well said, go to the bottom of the lake immediately!"

Xu Feng made a decisive decision and began to manipulate the golden light to affect the lake water.

The two martyrs in the black fog obviously also noticed their intentions and began to get nervous.

"Don't even think about disturbing Lord Carl!" The ferryman quickly raised the oar in his hand and paddled the water vigorously. Soon, waves splashed and ripples spread outward.

The golden light that originally illuminated the lake was also disturbed and dimmed.

"Damn, old man, if you have the guts, don't hide in the black fog, get out!" Xu Feng roared, but how could the experienced ghost rider like the ferryman fall for his provocation? He continued to interfere with Xu Feng.

Although he was angry, Xu Feng's control over the lake water was weakened a lot under the interference of the ferryman, and now he could only create a shallow vortex.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan on the side thought of a way and turned to Wu Ge and said:

"Can't you split the lake water? Go down and stop Carl first."

Hearing this, Wu Ge's face twitched. Is this something a human can say?

Now there is not only Carl in the church under the lake, but also the revived black mummy. What's the difference between asking him to go down alone and sending himself to death?

"Why, you don't dare? Or you can take us down." Jiang Yan continued to ask, with a threatening tone in his words.

Wu Ge looked at him with cold eyes, and then said helplessly:

"I can't go down. This lake is different from ordinary ghost caves. The deeper it is, the more terrifying it is. Even my knife can't cut through it."

After hearing his answer, Jiang Yan continued to look at him for a while, and after he felt that he was not lying, he could only give up.

At this time, Xu Feng in the sky couldn't help but start to protect him, and lowered his head to shout at Jiang Yan:

"Jiang Yan, don't just stand there, use any trump cards you have, otherwise we will have to explain here today!"

Although Xu Feng's urging made him feel a little uncomfortable, it was true. If he continued to waste time like this, he might miss the best time to fight Carl.

Now he, Xu Feng, and Wu Ge are all here. The strength of the three upper captains should be able to fight Carl who didn't get the body.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and his eyes became firm.

With a thought, a rusty old bus appeared on the lake.

With a sharp creaking sound, the door of the ghost bus opened, and a cold current with the stench of corpses rushed towards him.

A red-yellow light flashed, and the next moment, Jiang Yan appeared in the ghost bus. He lowered his head, staring at the dark coffin with his scarlet eyes...