Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

At Huang Yuan's suggestion, Jiang Yan decided to go to the so-called ghost market with Ren Jing to find out if there was any way to deal with the death prophecy.

In the scarlet wedding room, Ren Jing told Jiang Yan some things about the ghost market, which aroused Jiang Yan's great interest.

However, this ghost market was actually located in the dream, which added a lot of risks to this journey, but with the ghost bride next to him, Jiang Yan was not too worried.

"Let's set off quickly without further ado." Jiang Yan said solemnly, time is very important to him now.

Moreover, the flow of time in the dream is much slower than outside, which means that one day in the dream may have passed several days outside.

Ren Jing still had no expression on her face. Although she was a little scared in her heart, this fear dissipated a lot after seeing the ghost bride next to her.

Because in her opinion, although the ghost market is very scary, it is not as scary as the bride in the blood-red wedding dress in front of her.

"But how do we get to that place?" Before leaving, Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a little surprised. After all, they were now in a dream. If the ghost market was in a dream, it would be faster to take the bus.

But Ren Jing was confident about this and said:

"I have a way. You just need to hold my hand."

Jiang Yan was half-believing and half-doubting, but still stepped forward and held Ren Jing's hand. Fortunately, this was a dream, otherwise Ren Jing would probably be suppressed on the spot with this move.

Ren Jing nodded to him, and then looked at the ghost bride.

Jiang Yan immediately understood what she meant and ordered the ghost bride to come over and shake hands.

A strong blood light flashed, and the ghost bride appeared beside Ren Jing. Her slender hands like the tip of an onion stretched out from the wide cuffs of her wedding dress, and finally slowly held Ren Jing's hand.

Even though she knew that the ghost bride had no hostility towards her, Ren Jing still felt a chill involuntarily, and a cold feeling went up along her spine.

She, who always had a blank expression on her face, was so scared that her teeth were chattering and her body was shaking slightly.

Jiang Yan was not surprised to see this. After all, he was also very nervous when he didn't control the ghost bride before, not to mention the close contact such as shaking hands.

"Next, I will concentrate on recalling the scene of the ghost market, and then we can go there." Ren Jing explained, and then she was ready to close her eyes.

But Jiang Yan felt a little confused after hearing this:

"Aren't your dreams random? How can you go to the ghost market accurately now?"

It is reasonable for him to have this suspicion, because if Ren Jing can enter any dream by memory, then she can completely recall the scene of the predicted dream and provide Jiang Yan with more information.

But Ren Jing was not surprised by this question. She said in a cold tone:

"My associations in the dream are indeed random, but there are also some special places, such as the ghost bride's wedding room, or the ghost market. These places are too powerful and run through multiple dreams, like a nail. They left a deep impression on me, so I can go there with a little recollection."

After listening to her explanation, Jiang Yan did not feel anything wrong, and now was not the time to doubt each other.

So Ren Jing closed her eyes and concentrated on recalling the scene of the ghost market.

Slowly, the wedding room in front of Jiang Yan gradually became blurred, like a piece of paper soaked in water, showing a nearly translucent state. This change makes people feel very strange, as if the whole world has lost its sense of reality.

As time goes by, the transparency of the wedding room becomes higher and higher, and finally almost disappears completely, but there is still a faint trace of red, as if the sight is stained with a layer of red filter.

Through this blood-red filter, Jiang Yan could clearly see some short wooden buildings not far ahead. The architectural style of these wooden buildings was incompatible with modern society, and it looked more like a rural town decades ago.

Moreover, there were no modern lighting facilities here, but red lanterns hanging under the eaves.

These red lanterns were scattered in every corner of the night market, like scarlet eyes in the dark, exuding a weird and terrifying atmosphere, which made people shudder.

Finally, the red afterimage in the field of vision disappeared, and the cold night wind blew, making both of them shiver involuntarily.

The surrounding sounds were noisy and chaotic, as if countless people were whispering in their ears. Jiang Yan frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

However, the moment he opened his eyes, the noisy sounds just now disappeared immediately, and there was a dead silence around him.

Jiang Yan was a little surprised, and then began to look carefully at the night market in front of him.

Although it is called a night market, it is not as prosperous and lively as imagined, but rather seems particularly deserted.

The streets are empty.Only a few pedestrians occasionally passed by. Most of the shops had no goods on display, and no shouting could be heard.

The shops were shrouded in shadows, and the inside was dark, and the owner could not be seen at all. Rather than saying that this was a night market, it was more like an empty city, except that occasionally some human consciousness could be seen wandering around.

The whole scene was filled with a weird atmosphere, which made people feel chilling.

"Is this the ghost market? Why is it so deserted?" Jiang Yan frowned slightly, and did not step in here easily.

The cold wind around couldn't help but make Ren Jing shiver, and she said in a weak voice:

"Isn't this normal? Because the people selling things here are ghosts, and ghosts can't talk."

Hearing this, even Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a little creepy, but thinking carefully, it was indeed the case, otherwise why is it called a ghost market?

"Then let's go in and take a look around." Jiang Yan took a deep breath, suppressed the uneasiness and fear in his heart, and said softly.

He chose a street that looked relatively wide and walked in.

The bluestone pavement under his feet was icy cold, as if it would freeze the soles of people's feet. Every step he took, he could feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet and quickly spreading throughout his body. Jiang Yan couldn't help but shiver, and his heart became more alert.

The wooden houses on both sides of the street were very old, shrouded in a faint shadow, and looked particularly gloomy. Blood-red lanterns were hung under the eaves, swaying gently with the breeze, emitting a faint blood light. This strange red light made the entire ghost market gloomy and terrifying, making people feel creepy.

The shops on both sides of the street had their doors open, but there was no one inside. There were no shopkeepers, no customers, only a dead silence.

However, Jiang Yan could feel that in the dark halls of those shops, there seemed to be pairs of strange eyes hidden, silently watching them.

There was no doubt that those were evil spirits. But strangely, they did not attack Jiang Yan and others, but stayed quietly in the shop, as if waiting for something.

Jiang Yan understood that those evil spirits must have been suppressed and bound by the rules of the ghost market, and could not easily attack. But as long as the rules of the ghost market were broken, or those evil spirits were completely disturbed, they would attack.

Just after walking for a while, the two found something unusual. They saw an old lady talking to a shop not far away.

"The cloth I want is one zhang and three feet, why do you only give me one zhang!" The old lady cursed at the empty shop.

Jiang Yan and Ren Jing walked over slowly and glanced at the interior of the shop.

This shop seems to sell cloth. There are many pieces of cloth neatly stacked inside, and bright red and purple silk is hung on the beams of the shop, but there seems to be no one inside.

Jiang Yan glanced around and his eyes fell on the colorful banknotes at the front desk. These should be ghost money.

At this moment, the old lady started to curse at the shop again:

"I want 13 feet of cloth, why did you only give me 10 feet!"

As if she were a robot, she said the same words as before, even the tone was exactly the same.

However, there was still no response from the shop. In the dark shop, only the hanging silks fluttered slowly in the cold wind...