Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

On the dark wall, there are many lifelike portraits.

These portraits have different expressions, but without exception, they all reveal deep pain, sadness and despair.

Some portraits have distorted faces, as if they are suffering great torture; some cover their faces and cry, tears sliding down their cheeks.

Some portraits show extreme madness, their eyes are empty and lifeless, their bodies tremble constantly, as if they have lost their minds.

The whole picture is full of gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, which makes people shudder.

The pain and fear experienced by these portraits seem to be able to penetrate the wall and pass to every viewer. Jiang Yan can't imagine what kind of disaster they have encountered to make them so painful and crazy.

The realism of these portraits is amazing. They seem to walk out of the wall at any time and become real existence.

This sense of realism seems to be formed by pouring thick black mud directly into the real scene, making the portraits and the background integrated, and it is impossible to distinguish true from false.

There is no doubt that this wall is a wall that seals endless pain and fear.

The wall seems endless, and the edge extends to the depths of darkness. The corpse oil lamp on the ground emits a faint light, which can only illuminate a very small corner of this wall of fear.

The surrounding darkness further highlights the weirdness and horror of this wall, making people dare not approach it easily.

Looking at this wall for a long time, Ren Jing couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Are all the people on the wall from the past?" She couldn't help asking.

Jiang Yan concentrated for a moment, and then shook his head:

"Not sure, the figures on the wall don't have specific clothing features, so it's impossible to tell which dynasty they are from."

And Jiang Yan himself felt that these humans should not exist in reality, otherwise it would be hard to imagine what kind of horror would make these humans so painful.

Ren Jing's idea was similar to his. She was familiar with dreams and soon came up with a guess:

"Perhaps these fears in the human subconscious are like dirty sand, deposited in the deepest part of the dream."

"No, it's not just fear, it should be all kinds of negative emotions, those things that are usually suppressed and can't be vented even in dreams, just hidden in the bottom of the dream."

"You mean, this wall is actually a collection of all the dark sides of human consciousness, right?" Jiang Yan analyzed.

"It should be like this, be careful, don't touch this wall, otherwise those terrible negative emotions will swallow you up in an instant." Ren Jing's tone became serious, and her feet couldn't help but step back.

Jiang Yan couldn't help but be shocked after hearing this. He didn't expect this wall to be so dangerous.

Fortunately, the wall still maintains its original shape. Once it gets out of control, it is estimated that it will swallow them like a flood. Such a scene is simply unimaginable.

"But who is this woman? Is she also part of this wall?" What caught Ren Jing's attention the most was the girl sitting against the wall.

Among these strange figures, a strange black throne was formed.

The girl was wearing a gorgeous black robe and sitting quietly on the throne, with a black blood sword piercing her chest.

Ren Jing's question was naturally the one that Jiang Yan was most concerned about.

He stared at the girl on the throne not far away through the corpse oil lamp, and his heart was suddenly full of doubts:

"Zhao Qing, is it really you?"

In his memory, in a very deep dream at that time, Zhao Qing was swallowed by the abyss in order to save him, and his life and death were uncertain.

"Could this be the result of being swallowed by the abyss?"

Jiang Yan looked at the dark wall again. The dark side of human consciousness gathered here. This was probably the truth of the abyss he saw at that time.

Ren Jing, who was standing by, seemed to have noticed something unusual about Jiang Yan, and couldn't help but ask:

"Jiang Yan, do you know this woman?"

After hearing her words, Jiang Yan came back to his senses and said in a cold tone:

"Yes, she is my good friend."

"What! Are you telling the truth?" Ren Jing seemed very surprised, looking at Zhao Qing on the throne with an unbelievable look on her face, and said in a trembling voice,

"This is impossible. If she is really a human, she would not be swallowed up after falling into this terrifying abyss. A normal person's consciousness cannot be so firm anyway."

After hearing this, Jiang Yan wanted to refute her, but finally gave up the idea.

Perhaps in her eyes, Zhao Qing's firm will is very enviable, but Jiang Yan knows that it was Zhao Qing's repeated struggles with the other consciousnesses of the pendant, and the pain in it is simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"You don't have to worry about this kind of thing., I just want to know now, can she still come back alive? "Jiang Yan evaded all of Ren Jing's surprise and asked seriously.

Ren Jing also became serious after hearing this, looking at Zhao Qing on the throne seriously, thinking for a moment and then said:

"I don't know the details, after all, this is my first time to come to the bottom of this dream, but have you noticed that her body is slowly merging with the wall. "

"What? "Jiang Yan was a little surprised after hearing this, and he immediately came to Ren Jing.

Sure enough, from this angle, Zhao Qing's back has sunk into the throne, and the distance sunk is estimated to be about one centimeter.

That is to say, as time goes by, Zhao Qing is likely to be completely absorbed by this wall.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan was even more worried.

It has only been a month since Zhao Qing was swallowed by the abyss, and it has become like this. It is estimated that in less than half a year, Zhao Qing will be completely swallowed by this wall.

If you want to save Zhao Qing, the black blood sword may be the key, but once it is pulled out, the balance here will inevitably be destroyed, and the consequences at that time will not be something he can bear.

However, Jiang Yan is not in the mood to think about these things now. After all, the death prophecy is imminent, and saving Zhao Qing can be considered later.

"Let's go, there is nothing else worth paying attention to here. "After pondering for a long time, Jiang Yan made the decision to leave.

Since the ghost bride could bring them here, they could naturally get out. Of course, the key is that the balance here is not out of control, and there is no other existence that can hinder the ghost bride.

Ren Jing naturally did not object, she didn't want to stay here any longer.

After taking a last look at Zhao Qing, Jiang Yan activated the power of the ghost bride. In an instant, the rich blood light spread, and the figures of the two gradually disappeared in the petals.

In the blink of an eye, the wall returned to a dead silence, as if no one had ever been here.

At this moment, Zhao Qing on the throne suddenly opened his eyes, and there were complex patterns in his blood-red eyes, staring straight at the place where Jiang Yan had just stood...