Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

This cave-like place was huge and dark. If there were no scattered lights on the wall, Jiang Yan would have been blinded and unable to walk.

Following the light, he quickly came to the wall and came to an oil lamp.

The burning oil lamp actually emitted a faint corpse odor, which reminded Jiang Yan of the corpse oil lamp he had seen in Gongyue Village before.

"Could it be that this thing is really a corpse oil lamp..." He fell into doubt.

If it is really a corpse oil lamp, there are at least dozens of such oil lamps hanging on the walls here.

The horror of this place is no less than the underground cemetery in Gongyue Village.

To be on the safe side, he still planned to confirm it first, so he turned to the ghost bride and ordered:

"Come here, don't stay so far away from me."

If this thing is really a corpse oil lamp, then even the ghost bride is unwilling to get close.

However, not long after his order was issued, the ghost bride still stood there blankly, with no intention of getting close.

Jiang Yan saw this and knew that the thing in front of him was undoubtedly a corpse oil lamp.

"But this is a dream, could the corpse oil lamp also exist in a dream?" He couldn't help but have another question.

At this moment, with a "tick-tock" sound, something seemed to drip from the top of the head and fell into the wick of the corpse oil lamp.

"Sizzle~"

The dim flames rose a lot in an instant, and the light of the corpse oil lamp became a little brighter.

Jiang Yan raised his head and stared at the darkness above his head. The place was cold and dead, but he could guess that there must be a rotten oil corpse hanging there like the one in Gongyue Village.

These oil corpses continuously replenished the oil for the corpse oil lamps to maintain the balance here.

"Since there is a balance here, it means that there will be no danger for a while." Jiang Yan couldn't help but think of the situation in Gongyue Village.

At that time, the blood coffin in the ruined temple and the corpse oil lamp also reached a balance.

Obviously, the corpse oil lamps on the walls around here are probably also to achieve a balance with something.

Since entering here for so long, Jiang Yan has not been attacked, which means that the balance here has not been broken for the time being.

This is undoubtedly good news for him. He even has the opportunity to explore this place now.

"However, the most urgent thing is to find Ren Jing and my substitute first." Jiang Yan quickly made up his mind and prepared to reunite with the other two first.

He continued to move forward along the wall. Being in the light of the corpse oil lamp made him feel safe, but the ghost bride next to him was not so comfortable. It seemed unwilling to get close to the corpse oil lamp and kept a distance of about two meters from Jiang Yan.

"Ren Jing! Where are you!"

Jiang Yan shouted as he walked, and his voice echoed in this weird cave, but the only response to him was the cold and dead darkness.

After walking for a few minutes, he had to stop. The current situation was a bit beyond his expectations.

"This place is so empty. If Ren Jing wakes up, she can't fail to hear my voice."

He glanced around. Except for the walls and the corpse oil lamp, everything else was dark, giving him the illusion of walking on a cliff.

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, staring at the darkness in front of him with his eyes fixed.

Behind him was the corpse oil lamp, and in front of him was darkness.

This scene was exactly the same as when he was in the ruined temple.

At that time, he left the ruined temple and the safe corpse oil lamp, and was able to enter the underground cemetery.

So, could the darkness in front of him be another place, a deeper spiritual place.

Just shouting around the corpse oil lamp, the sound cannot be transmitted into the darkness.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this guess was reasonable. Although leaving the safe corpse oil lamp made him a little repulsive, in order to find Ren Jing and his substitute, he had to go deep into the darkness.

So he took a deep breath, took the initiative to leave the corpse oil lamp, and stepped into the darkness in front of him.

At this time, the ghost bride no longer had to worry about the corpse oil lamp, and could follow him closely. The hideous blood light illuminated a very small area around.

"Ren Jing, are you here? Answer me if you hear me!" He continued to shout as he walked into the darkness.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but as he went deeper into the darkness, he felt his body getting colder.

At a certain point, the walls and the corpse oil lamps were all gone, and now he was completely in the darkness.

After walking for about a few minutes, there were suddenly some subtle footsteps around, and Jiang Yan could only hear them when he stopped.

"There's something nearby." He frowned slightly, feeling a little uneasy. Now he didn't dare to move, because once he walked, his footsteps would cover up the movement of that thing.So he could only stop, listen carefully to the direction of the thing, and then determine the direction to move forward.

However, although his idea was good, the weirdness of the situation exceeded his expectations.

Jiang Yan couldn't tell which direction the sound came from. It seemed to be from all directions, and the sound was getting more and more obvious, with no tendency to weaken at all.

"No, those things are coming." Jiang Yan didn't care so much at the moment, and ran in a direction.

He ran out of breath, and didn't care where those things were.

I don't know how long he ran, he suddenly saw a light in front of him.

"Did I go back to the wall again?" He guessed that it might be from one side of the wall to the other side.

But the light in front of him was very different from what he had seen before. Those yellow light spots formed a semicircle shape, which was obviously not the place of the wall before.

But Jiang Yan couldn't care so much. After all, the place with corpse oil lamps must be safer than this darkness, so he ran over impatiently.

After a while, he saw a figure near the half circle of corpse oil lamps. Looking closely, it was indeed Ren Jing.

"Ren Jing!" he shouted.

Ren Jing, who was on the other side of the light, finally heard his voice this time and turned back in surprise:

"Jiang Yan?"

However, she couldn't see the things in the darkness, so she didn't know where Jiang Yan was, so she could only look around. It wasn't until Jiang Yan came out of the darkness that she saw him.

"Ren Jing, are you okay? How did you get to this place..." Jiang Yan said as he walked over.

But when Ren Jing saw him, she didn't want to greet him, and pointed directly at the corpse oil lamps and said:

"Jiang Yan, look at what that is!"

"What is that..." Jiang Yan was stunned for a moment, as if he had a bad premonition.

He looked in the direction of Ren Jing's finger, and just took a look, and was stunned in place.

I saw the corpse oil lamps in front of me formed a semicircle on the ground, and there were more than a hundred of them.

Behind the corpse oil lamps was a huge black wall, on which were carved various scenes of human suffering.

In the middle of the wall, there was a dark throne, on which sat a woman in a gorgeous black robe.

Her chest was pierced by a cross sword, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

"How could it be... you?"

After seeing this scene, Jiang Yan couldn't help but take a step back, staring at the woman on the throne.

Because he was very familiar with the woman's face, so familiar that the moment he saw it, the name involuntarily emerged in his mind:

"Zhao Qing."