Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Facing the black fog in front of him, Carl just gently waved the cross sword in his hand, and the black fog disappeared in an instant.

Seeing Carl coming, the prayer master hurriedly asked him for help, because the ferryman Joseph was about to lose vital signs at this moment. At that time, they would not only lose an important combat force, but also the evil spirit in the ferryman's body would become very troublesome after resurrection.

Carl did not speak, slowly walked to the ferryman, lowered his head and looked at him indifferently.

"Carl... Sir..." The ferryman half collapsed on Muzhou Mountain. He had just been cut in half by Jiang Yan's black blood sword. At this moment, his vitality was also rapidly lost. The spirit in his body was maintaining his life, but his willpower and body could not suppress this spirit. The evil spirit would be resurrected soon.

Carl lowered his head and looked at the ferryman's face covered with corpse spots. Not long ago, he was also like this?

Without hesitation, he slowly raised his left hand and stretched it out to the ferryman.

In an instant, his left hand suddenly began to proliferate at an alarming rate, and black tumors popped up like mushrooms after rain, which was creepy.

These tumors beat at a certain rhythm, like black hearts, with dark red light flashing inside, and the whole scene looked extremely weird. Carl's proliferating left hand was like a huge black python, opening its bloody mouth and rushing towards the ferryman.

When the ferryman saw this scene, his dry face showed a look of fear, but at this moment, he had no room for resistance. After all, no matter what means are used, being able to survive is the most important thing.

This is also the obsession of an old guy like him who is struggling to survive.

Soon, the weird left hand climbed onto the ferryman's body, and the tumor on his hand quickly differentiated, as if a spider egg burst and released a large number of small spiders.

At this time, the front of Carl's left hand became like a bunch of seaweed, and there was a row of black tumors on each seaweed. Eventually, these tumors invaded the ferryman's wound.

"Ah!"

The pain came like a surging tide. The ferryman could not suppress his emotions and could not help but let out a hoarse and shrill scream.

His face was twisted violently by the severe pain, as if torn by an invisible force. His expression was sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes angry, and sometimes sad, like a madman who had lost control.

This abnormal phenomenon originated from the special nature of the heart. As the old saying goes, "The heart contains the spirit", which means that some information about the original owner's personality and emotions will remain in the heart.

When a large number of egg-sized hearts densely poured into the ferryman's body, this information began to interfere with his mind, causing his body and mind to suffer great damage at the same time.

At this time, those seaweed-like tumors did not spare the ferryman's broken lower body. They quickly climbed up and tightly wrapped around the remaining parts.

With the help of these tumors, the ferryman's body gradually pieced together like a puzzle. Surprisingly, he finally recovered completely, as if he had never been injured.

The prayer master on the side looked at him in a daze, as if he was very unbelievable about the scene in front of him.

Carl retracted his left hand, and the tumors quickly flowed into his body and disappeared, and finally his left hand returned to its original state.

At this time, the ferryman gradually recovered from the pain. He checked his body in a trance and found that his body, which was originally cut in half, was miraculously connected. Not only that, the restless evil spirit in his body was also suppressed as if it had crashed in an instant.

He even felt that he was stronger now than before.

"Lord Carl, it's a miracle!" He couldn't help but sighed in an old voice.

But he also found that his body was a little different from before. There were a lot of black blood vessels spreading outward from his chest. He could feel that his heart became abnormally cold, as if that heart was no longer his heart.

Jiang Yan and others on the opposite side looked at this scene solemnly. They couldn't believe that Carl actually cured the ferryman.

Obviously, Carl now has the power to revive his teammates, which is very disadvantageous for them.

After dealing with the ferryman, Carl turned to the three people with a gloomy face, his scarlet eyes became ferocious, and he said in a cold tone:

"Now, it's your turn."

The three people suddenly became nervous.

Jiang Yan had just used the Black Blood Sword once, and now the ghost cave has not fully recovered. If he attacks like this, the effect will be very poor, so he turned to Wu Ge and said:

"I will help you contain him and create opportunities for you."

After hearing this, Wu Ge seemed to feel that heWu Ge was insulted by his intelligence and looked at him with contempt:

"Why don't you go?"

"I'm not ready yet. Don't worry, I still have ways to keep you alive." Jiang Yan advised kindly, but his voice was like the whisper of a devil.

Wu Ge hesitated after hearing this. At this moment, Xu Feng in the sky spoke:

"Old Wu, do as he said. I will also assist you. I also have ways to keep you alive."

Wu Ge's forehead was bulging with veins after hearing this. Okay, okay, one or two of them are playing this way, right?

But he had no choice at this time, so he had to bite the bullet.

However, Carl's face turned cold when he saw this, and he said:

"Let's go together, it doesn't matter who comes."

Wu Ge sneered, raised the dark Tang sword, and showed a slightly evil smile:

"It's not good to be too arrogant. You have just been reborn, so you should cherish your hard-earned life!"

After saying that, his figure turned into a ghost, and he flashed in front of Carl in an instant, swung the Tang sword in his hand and slashed it down suddenly...