Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The dark hemisphere covering the earth was like a huge black curtain.

However, at this moment, a rose-colored flame suddenly rose from the darkness, like a sharp sword, quickly penetrating the darkness.

The dark hemisphere was like a fragile piece of paper, instantly disintegrating and disappearing without a trace.

As the dark hemisphere disintegrated, the long-lost light fell again on the devastated battlefield, illuminating every corner.

On the other side of the battlefield, the ferryman had already activated the ghost den.

The dark lake water was like a surging sea wave, rolling towards Zhu Yan with endless might and power.

These dark lake waters contained a terrifying breath, as if they could devour all life.

Facing such a powerful attack from the ghost den, Zhu Yan seemed unusually calm.

He stood quietly in place, holding a ghost cigarette in his mouth, smoking leisurely, without the slightest fear on his face.

His scarlet left eye was firm and calm, as if he had full confidence in himself.

However, just when the surging lake water was about to drown everything, he suddenly picked up the ghost cigarette calmly and shook the ash gently.

At this moment, the lake water rushed like a raging wave and arrived just in front of him.

The few sparks shaken off by the ghost cigarette were like insignificant fireflies in the dark, flashing a weak and delicate light, slowly falling on the lake.

Such tiny sparks usually go out in an instant, let alone falling on the water?

However, these sparks are different. When they come into contact with the lake surface, they are not extinguished, but burn more and more fiercely, as if they were ignited by some mysterious power.

"Chi La"

With a crisp sound, the sparks instantly rose, bursting out flames, turning into groups of rose-red flames, and ignited the lake in the blink of an eye.

The flames spread rapidly, and the speed was even more shocking than the burning of the dark barrier before.

In just less than a second, the entire lake ghost cave turned into a raging sea of ​​fire, and the flames rushed towards the ferryman with amazing momentum.

"Oh, on, how is this possible..." The ferryman was shocked and speechless. When the flames were about to reach him, he hurriedly took back the ghost cave.

After doing this, the flames stopped spreading, and the scarlet flames reflected his dry old face, freezing the terrified expression on his face.

In almost an instant, the ghost cave was burned out, and the flames quickly disappeared into the air, as if they had never appeared.

The ferryman swallowed his saliva, looking frightened.

The prayer master beside him also looked solemn and said nervously:

"Joseph, it's not good. This man's flame can burn ghosts..."

After hearing his companion's words, the ferryman came back to his senses. He shook his head, and his old voice seemed a little trembling:

"No... not just ghosts, I just had a feeling that if I don't get rid of ghosts quickly, I'm afraid I will be burned to death by those flames..."

After hearing this, the prayer master frowned. He looked at Zhu Yan not far away quietly, his eyes full of fear.

A hundred meters away, Zhu Yan was still smoking leisurely, looking like he didn't care.

However, his scarlet left eye was always paying attention to the direction of Carl and the ghost bus.

At this moment, the ferryman regrouped and prepared to attack again. This time he slowly raised the oar that was bent nearly 30 degrees and swung it fiercely at Zhu Yan in the distance.

The oars hitting in the air is also a terrible supernatural attack. Wang Ji died from this move before, and Xu Feng was also knocked into the lake.

Although the lake ghosts have disappeared now, the oars' attacks are still sharp and terrible.

When the oars fell, Zhu Yan's body in the distance shook slightly, as if the gravity increased a lot at once, but other than that, there was no other reaction.

But on the ferryman's side, something even more shocking happened to him.

At the moment when the oars were swung down, there was only a crisp sound of "click", and the rotten oars broke!

"Holy shit, how is this possible!" The ferryman looked at the half-broken stick in his hand, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together in surprise.

He couldn't imagine that the oars broke like this, and this situation had never happened before.

Even after fighting against Jiang Yan's dark left hand once before, the oars were only bent about 30 degrees.

"How terrifying is the supernatural power in him..." The ferryman looked at Zhu Yan in awe, and couldn't help but feel...I had the idea of ​​retreating.

"Don't panic... As long as Lord Karl is here, we won't die!" The prayer master said firmly.

After hearing this, the ferryman seemed to have taken a reassurance pill, and his nervousness disappeared instantly. He felt the strange heart in his chest and agreed with the prayer master's words.

After being killed by Jiang Yan just now, he had already walked through the gates of hell once, but was still rescued by Lord Karl.

As long as Lord Karl didn't die, they could all be resurrected.

At this moment, the prayer master suddenly laughed sinisterly, because he had turned to the page he wanted.

After turning to that page, the notebook in his hand suddenly exuded a strange corpse odor, as if it had become even more terrifying.

Without hesitation, he began to chant to the page:

"Dark God of Death, I pray to you devoutly, begging you to illuminate your believers, my immortal companions, with the great light of life.

Whether now or in the future, heaven or hell, connect our wills tightly and become an indestructible oath.

Command me, let the conquest of darkness appear before me!"

The voice of the prayer master was low and penetrating, but it didn't sound like his own voice. It was more like another higher-level existence whispering, which caused the resonance of the whole space.

As soon as the voice fell, the land in front of the prayer master was suddenly shrouded by a thick white mist. Looking closely, I saw that there were dense tombstones standing in the white mist.

There were no names or surnames on these tombstones. They stood there crookedly, looking like a mass grave.

At this moment, with a "gulp~" sound, the soil on the ground began to turn, and a human hand that had been rotten beyond recognition slowly stretched out from under a tombstone.

Then, as if in a chain reaction, more and more human hands stretched out from under the tombstones, like flowers blooming everywhere, which was creepy.

This scene was as if the corpses in the entire cemetery were eager to crawl out, and hoarse and terrifying low howls came one after another.

"Go, messenger of God, punish the people in front of you!" The prayer master praised God and roared excitedly.

At this moment, a crisp metal collision sound came from the air. This sound was extremely penetrating, making the wailing of the corpses in the cemetery pale in comparison.

Then there were two unexpected muffled sounds, as if something was pierced through in an instant.

After that, the battlefield suddenly became quiet...

"What are you yelling about here? I am annoyed even if you are not. Hurry up and die."

Zhu Yan's impatient voice came through the white mist, with a hint of indifference and determination.

The ferryman and the prayer master were shocked at this time, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

At the same time, their faces showed extremely painful expressions, as if they were suffering from great torture.

The surroundings were quiet, so quiet that it was terrifying. They felt their chests were unusually cold, and a chill surged from the depths of their hearts.

They looked down and saw two black iron chains that looked like they were burnt, and they didn't know when they had pierced their chests...