Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

In the dark street, Jiang Yan and others moved slowly forward along one side of the road, trying to avoid the shadow in the opposite corner as much as possible.

Even though there were blood-red lanterns hanging under the eaves, they still couldn't illuminate the darkness here, and everyone couldn't see the appearance of the shadow clearly.

Just when they thought they could pass by like this, the shadow suddenly took a step and walked towards them.

"That thing is coming..." Jiang Yan glanced at the old beggar and whispered, and he had already taken out the black butcher knife in his hand.

The old beggar also looked solemn and warned:

"Be careful, this evil ghost is very fierce."

Jiang Yan nodded. He knew that the confrontation with the evil ghost was inevitable, because from the moment the evil ghost took action, they had triggered its killing rules, so they couldn't escape, so it was better to repel it here.

Of course, if the ghost bride was driven, it should be possible to win without suspense, but the power of the ghost bride was reserved for later use. Who knows how many terrifying existences there are in this ghost market.

So he took the butcher knife and walked slowly towards the shadow. Every step seemed to be on cotton, but it was full of murderous intent.

With the faint blood-red light of the lantern, Jiang Yan finally came to the shadow. At this moment, he could vaguely see the shadow.

This was a mummy that was so thin that it was almost skin and bones, and it exuded a smell of decay and death.

The mouth of the mummy opened, as if it was wailing in pain. Its eyes were empty, as if its soul had been taken away, staring straight at Jiang Yan.

However, facing such a horrible scene, Jiang Yan did not have the slightest intention of retreating. He held the butcher knife tightly in his hand, his eyes firm and resolute. Without any hesitation, Jiang Yan raised the butcher knife and chopped down the skinny mummy fiercely.

In an instant, a cold light flashed by, like a meteor across the night sky. Then, there was a dull sound, as if a heavy object fell to the ground.

With this loud noise, the head of the skinny corpse was instantly separated from the body and rolled to the ground.

The butcher knife in Jiang Yan's hand has the ability to kill evil spirits directly, but the more evil spirits are dismembered, the heavier the butcher knife will become, as if it has accumulated resentment.

When the user can no longer hold the butcher knife, he will suffer backlash and die.

But Jiang Yan's physical ability in the dream is very strong, so it is not a problem to use the butcher knife many times, but just now, Jiang Yan felt that the butcher knife in his hand suddenly became more than twice as heavy.

If he dismembers another evil spirit like this, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold the butcher knife at that time.

"This ghost is really fierce..." He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

However, even though it was beheaded, the evil ghost still did not stop moving, and still walked slowly towards the crowd. Seeing this, Jiang Yan was startled and prepared to drive the ghost bride.

At this moment, the skinny corpse stopped, and then slowly raised its skinny hands and placed them in front of Jiang Yan. This gesture looked like begging.

"It turned out to be a begging ghost." Jiang Yan couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Perhaps the usual behavior of this evil ghost is to beg for food from pedestrians around, so it's not surprising that they were targeted.

Ren Jing, who was standing aside, also felt a little incredible. He looked at Jiang Yan and asked in a low voice:

"Jiang Yan, what should we do now? What does it want?"

Jiang Yan didn't answer, but looked at the old beggar on the side. The old beggar often wandered around the ghost market, and it was impossible for him not to know this begging ghost. After all, the two of them were beggars, and they were in the same boat.

"This ghost, have you never seen it before?" Jiang Yan said solemnly, with a little doubt in his tone.

The old beggar rubbed his eyes, took a closer look with the red light of the lantern, and then exclaimed:

"It turned out to be it, I was scared to death..."

He sighed, as if relieved, and his tone became casual:

"Sorry, young man, the road was too dark just now, I couldn't recognize it. This evil ghost often begs pedestrians on the street. It is also very easy to drive it away. Just give it a little bit of the things bought in the ghost market... But if you do nothing, the consequences will be very serious..."

"Oh? Is that really the case..." Jiang Yan said half-believingly. Now think carefully, with the ghost bride next to him, it is really strange that this begging ghost dares to come over.

Unless this begging ghost is very fierce.

As he hesitated, a gloomy and cold air came over him, making him shiver. The temperature around him seemed to drop all of a sudden, and even the lantern above his head became dim.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew on the street, accompanied by the faint howling of ghosts and wolves.The sound of the beggar's begging made people shudder.

Jiang Yan's heart tightened, and he realized that something was wrong. It seemed that when the ghost was begging, the longer he waited, the more terrifying it would become.

At this moment, he had no time to care about anything else. He held the wooden wine glass tightly in his hand and made up his mind to pour out some longevity wine to give to the ghost.

He tilted the wine glass carefully, and saw the dark and thick wine slowly flowing out, forming a thin water line.

The water line was extremely viscous, as if it had life, and it was still twisting left and right, like a smart black snake.

Finally, a drop of longevity wine the size of a thumb fell into the skinny palm of the beggar ghost.

At that moment, the drop of longevity wine seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving no trace. Jiang Yan was slightly startled, and secretly wondered whether it was absorbed by the beggar ghost.

After receiving the longevity wine from Jiang Yan, the beggar ghost paused for a while, and seemed reluctant to leave. His empty eyes stared at the wine glass in Jiang Yan's hand.

Jiang Yan frowned slightly. Did this beggar ghost think that he didn't give enough? He was so greedy.

"You don't want to drink the toast, but you have to drink the penalty..." He looked fierce and took out a rusty iron fan from his pocket.

The fan ribs were made of rusty iron and looked a bit dilapidated. The fan was made of dark red silk cloth, embroidered with strange symbols and patterns, which made people feel cold.

The most eye-catching thing was that the fan exuded a faint blood-colored smoke, as if it had life, constantly flowing, giving people an extremely weird feeling.

The moment he saw the rusty iron fan, the old beggar's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered something important. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a sinister smile.

After taking out the rusty iron fan, Jiang Yan quickly unfolded it. With a "clatter", the fan was completely opened, emitting a faint corpse odor.

At the same time, the surrounding space was shrouded in a blood-colored halo, making the entire environment extremely depressing and weird.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Yan held the iron fan and fanned it hard at the beggar ghost in front of him. In an instant, the iron fan made a buzzing sound, and a wisp of ethereal blood-colored smoke, like a smart little snake, floated out with the wind of the iron fan.

It swayed in the air, as soft as silk, but with a hint of coolness, slowly floating in front of the beggar ghost.

When this strange blood-colored smoke touched the beggar ghost, its body shook violently, as if it was electrocuted.

Then, its face turned pale, fine beads of sweat appeared on its forehead, and its lips began to tremble. Then, his whole body began to tremble violently, and his legs kept shaking.

Finally, the cold wind around him gradually disappeared, and the beggar ghost slowly turned around and left...