Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Three people and one ghost walked slowly on the dark streets of the ghost market.

The old beggar led the way with a trembling step. He looked fragile and seemed to fall down if he was not careful, but in fact, this did not happen.

Jiang Yan walked behind, holding the cup of longevity wine that he bought for more than 300 yuan. Although he spent more than 300 yuan, he still could not fill the rotten wooden wine glass. This time he only filled it two-thirds.

He lowered his head and looked at the wine in the glass quietly. The wine was dark and thick, and looked very strange. He smelled it a few times. The wine was mixed with a faint corpse odor, which made Jiang Yan feel a little nauseous.

Ren Jing came over and glanced at the old beggar in front of her, as if she had been on guard against this old man.

"Jiang Yan, do you really want to believe what this old beggar said?" Ren Jing whispered in Jiang Yan's ear, obviously afraid of being heard by the old beggar.

Jiang Yan didn't seem to care about it, but raised his voice:

"Besides believing him, I have no other way now, right?"

Ren Jing was slightly startled after hearing this, but it was not easy to say anything, so she had to give up.

The old beggar in front heard Jiang Yan's words, stopped and looked back, and said with a smile:

"Hehe, don't worry, young man, I'm just a lonely soul, what's the point of deceiving you? Don't worry..."

After that, he hummed a song and continued to move forward.

As they moved forward, Jiang Yan always felt that the streets on both sides became a little more deserted, not knowing whether it was an illusion.

Although the ghost market was originally so deserted, at least a few human consciousnesses would occasionally appear in the previous place, such as the old lady who bought cloth, the old man who bought wine, and the sneaky uncle.

But now that they have come here, they haven't seen anyone else for a long time along the way.

And the streets here are obviously much more gloomy than before, and the red light of the lanterns is like a decoration, with no effect, and can't illuminate the streets at all.

At this moment, a piercing cold wind blew, and the surrounding shops all made rustling sounds, as if the dormant terror inside was agitated in an instant, and the red lanterns under the eaves were shaking in the wind, and the blood-red light was like a crazy eye.

"It's dark and windy at night, be careful of candles!" The old beggar sighed and walked forward leisurely, and soon his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Jiang Yan and Ren Jing were both a little breathless in the cold wind and were forced to stop. They didn't feel better until they got close to the ghost bride.

Looking at the increasingly dark and weird streets around, Ren Jing couldn't help feeling a little scared, and her back was cold.

Jiang Yan also looked solemn at this moment and reminded:

"Be careful, don't get separated, we may be entering the depths of the ghost market."

Ren Jing nodded and continued to move closer to the ghost bride.

At this moment, the ghost bride stood in the middle of the two people, not affected at all, and continued to move forward slowly, while Jiang Yan and Ren Jing protected the ghost bride like two servants, and kept scanning the surrounding shops with vigilant eyes, fearing that something would suddenly jump out of them.

Gradually, they found that they could not keep up with the old beggar's pace. In the darkness ahead, the old beggar's back was looming, as if it would disappear if they were not careful.

This made them feel a little worried, but after a while, they realized that this worry was unnecessary, because no matter how slowly they walked, they could still see the old beggar's back.

After walking for an unknown period of time, the old beggar suddenly stopped.

The two slowly walked forward and looked at him in surprise.

At this time, the old beggar looked particularly serious, completely different from his previous casual and unruly appearance. His dark eyes were fixed on a shop in front.

"What happened?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Hush! Don't talk!" The old beggar made a shushing gesture and motioned the two to move to the right side of the street.

"There's a fierce ghost over there..." he whispered.

"Fierce ghost? Aren't all the fierce ghosts in the shops?" Jiang Yan was a little puzzled.

The old beggar seemed a little anxious and whispered:

"Young man, this is a ghost market. It's not surprising that there are one or two wandering ghosts with nowhere to settle on the street. Besides, the kid just extinguished the lanterns and released a fierce ghost. I don't know if it's this one..."

As he said that, the old beggar stepped forward like a crab, his eyes fixed on a corner in front of the opposite shop.

Jiang Yan also looked over there. Sure enough, there was a black shadow standing alone in that place, obviously facing their direction.

And as they walked, the head of the black shadow alsoFollow the rotation.

"Hurry, hurry... Cover the smell of wine, don't let it smell it!" The old beggar reminded hurriedly.

Jiang Yan did not dare to neglect it, and quickly covered the mouth of the wine glass with his hand, and the escaping wine smell was restrained. However, he did not expect that these wines would actually attract evil spirits.

However, Jiang Yan was also fearless about this evil spirit. After all, there was a ghost bride here, and ordinary evil spirits would not dare to approach, at most they would just take a few glances.

However, just as he was thinking this, the black shadow in the distance actually took a step and slowly walked towards this side...