Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

After watching Xu Feng leave, Jiang Yan glanced around. The area within a kilometer radius was razed to the ground and turned into gray and black scorched earth, which looked extremely tragic.

Above the sky, the black clouds that had been covering Dachuan City dissipated, and the dazzling white light poured down from the broken darkness, like the arrival of God, which looked extremely spectacular.

People in the city looked up at the sky one after another, and the long-lost sunshine shone on their frightened faces, although they didn't know what had happened before, and what the huge black hemisphere in the east of Dachuan City was.

However, now they can feel that the darkness has passed, and everything is returning to its past appearance.

The light sprinkled on Jiang Yan's body, reflecting his pale face a little weak. Although it took a lot of twists and turns, this battle in the supernatural circle has finally settled, and the conspiracy of the martyr organization headed by Carl has been reduced to ashes under the fierce ghost fire.

For Jiang Yan, it seemed like a false alarm, but there were also thrilling situations that made him feel scared.

If there was no ghost bus, he might not have survived until Zhu Yan arrived.

But now it was meaningless to worry about these things. Luck is also a part of strength. He was already very satisfied with the current result.

As for the spoils of defeating Carl, they were all taken away by Qi Tianming. Although he felt a little regretful, he was not upset. After all, he already had the Black Blood Sword and the Red Eye, and there was no point in asking for those two things.

The blue-black withered hand of the cross was also risky to control, not to mention the red eye. He was a little exhausted from controlling the ghost camera before.

However, more importantly, the effects of the two red eyes would cancel each other out. Generally speaking, one red eye is enough.

"I just don't know if there are other more powerful red eyes..." He couldn't help but start to feel a little curious.

But this curiosity was quickly dispersed by the uneasiness brought by the death prophecy.

He looked solemn. After the ghost cave recovered a little, he teleported to the underground hotel before.

In a luxurious suite in the underground hotel, Xiao Wen sat on the sofa with a tired face under the candlelight.

In the bedroom, Huo Zhongyi was lying down to rest. He had just broken one of his hands during the fight. Although Xiao Wen had just bandaged him urgently, he had lost too much blood and was very weak.

At this moment, a flash of red and yellow light passed by, and Jiang Yan appeared in the living room.

"Brother Jiang! How is the situation?" Xiao Wen was surprised to see this.

Of course, he asked knowingly, because Jiang Yan appeared here and was not seriously injured, which meant that the martyr had been solved.

"Won." Jiang Yan answered simply, and then he quickly found Huo Zhongyi in the bedroom and teleported over.

Although Huo Zhongyi was still breathing at this time, he had fallen into a coma and it would probably take some time for him to recover.

Taking this opportunity, Jiang Yan called Sister Xue over and asked Sister Xue to use the ghost tailor's ability to connect Huo Zhongyi's broken arm.

It actually took only a few minutes to do all this.

The three of them gathered in the living room, and Jiang Yan told them about the whole battle just now.

They all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"It's good to win, and we don't expect anything else. Now that these foreign forces have been eliminated, the headquarters can focus on stabilizing the supernatural situation in the country." Xiao Wen sighed.

"That's right. Even if the martyrs are solved, there are still many supernatural events in the country that have not been dealt with, and the headquarters is also very short of manpower." Sister Xue couldn't help but feel worried.

But Jiang Yan didn't have the heart to think so much now. His mind was full of the death prophecy in a few days.

"Don't worry about it for now. Sister Xue and I will go back to the villa first." Jiang Yan turned to Xiao Wen and said.

"Okay, Brother Jiang, I have to take Huo Zhongyi back to the headquarters first." Xiao Wen said.

The two parties parted ways.

After returning to the villa in the west industrial zone, Jiang Yan felt sleepy before dusk and fell asleep.

Because there was no pressure from O'Dumman and the martyrs, he slept very well.

The next day, the big black market.

At this time, the big black market had been destroyed by the S-level evil spirits led by the Sakura Country for a long time, and had long since become a ghost town.

Thick black fog enveloped the city, and under the darkness were dilapidated buildings full of blood. There were corpses everywhere, some of which had long been dried into hideous mummies, and some were corroded by maggots, becoming disgusting and creepy.

Somewhere, the door of a dilapidated mansion slowly opened, and a pair of haggard and turbid eyes slowly looked outside.

Wang Fujia had been hungry for many days. Fortunately, he usually hid a lot of food in his villa, so he could survive until now.

However, not long ago,The food in the villa was also eaten up, so he had to leave the villa and go outside to find food.

He observed through the crack of the door of the villa for a long time, and only after confirming that there was no danger outside did he walk out with slightly trembling steps.

He used to be the chairman of a listed company, and he was fat and plump, but now he is as thin as a monkey, as if a gust of wind can blow him down.

"Damn it, why has it been so long? Hasn't the headquarters sent a new ghost killer? Have they really given up the big black market?"

People at his level naturally know the existence of the headquarters and the ghost killer. At first, he got the news that the headquarters had sent someone over, and he was very excited at the time.

But then there was no news like a stone sinking into the sea. When the communication was completely paralyzed, he gradually felt something was wrong.

Until now, he has tacitly accepted that the headquarters has given up the big black market.

"What a rubbish headquarters, I invested so much money, but in the end I can't even save my life." He cursed while tiptoeing along the road to the nearest supermarket.

Suddenly, when he was passing an alley, he heard some noise. He turned his head and saw a ragged woman squatting on the ground like a toad, gnawing at a man's body.

Her hair was messy, and her beautiful face was rotten and smelly. Her cloudy and empty eyes were staring at Wang Fujia quietly, like a beast seeing its prey.

Then, she slowly stood up and limped towards Wang Fujia.

"Damn it, don't come over!" Wang Fujia yelled in fear and ran away.

However, after a few steps, he seemed to hit something and almost fell. He looked up in fear:

"Is there another one?"

But when he saw the person in front of him, he was a little surprised. Although he was not a ghost slave, he was also very strange.

The man was burly, wearing a black windbreaker, a mask, sunglasses and a black hat. He looked very mysterious and exuded an extremely cold aura...