Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The taxi was driving on the bustling streets of Dajing City. The citizens on both sides looked very busy, as if the sky would not fall and would not affect their work.

Compared with Dachuan City, Dajing City seemed much calmer, as if it was because it was the center of Dragon Country and a gathering place for countless talents. These middle-class elites observed the rise and fall of stocks every day and always thought that the world was still under their control.

Little did they know that they could be busy here in peace and quiet, entirely because of the existence of the headquarters.

As the core location of domestic ghost fighters, the headquarters has not had any major supernatural events in the past ten years. Even if it was a very minor supernatural event, all the news was blocked by the headquarters in time.

Therefore, most of the citizens of Dajing City did not know the existence of supernatural events, even if such a big disaster happened in the United States and Sakura Country recently, it did not shake their daily work.

Jiang Yan knew that his current appearance was a bit scary, so he deliberately wore a mask and sunglasses, as well as a black hat. At first glance, this look was somewhat similar to the black hat man.

But even so, he could still feel the strange eyes of other people on the road.

Even the driver looked at Jiang Yan through the rearview mirror from time to time.

When passing a section of the road, the traffic was blocked. In order to ease the embarrassment, the driver started to talk to Jiang Yan:

"A typhoon is coming again. This damn weather is really terrible... Brother, I think this is your first time in Dajing City?"

Jiang Yan glanced at him and said in a cold tone:

"Oh? How did you see that?"

The driver smiled proudly, as if he was very satisfied with his vision:

"Even a fool can see that taking a taxi from Jingxi Airport to Jixiang TV Tower costs four or five hundred yuan. And there will be a half-hour traffic jam when passing the Third Ring Road. It's time-consuming and expensive. Locals take the subway."

Jiang Yan nodded and remained silent.

The driver curled his lips and wanted to say something, but the traffic started to move, and he had to turn the steering wheel to turn.

"Brother, listen to my advice. Dajing City is not a place for people like you to make a living. Unless you take a taxi or deliver food like me, you will earn hard-earned money and your life will be really hard."

Jiang Yan frowned after hearing this. It seemed that the driver regarded him as a Sanhe god who came to the city to work. However, he was not opposed to this kind of conversation with ordinary people.

After all, he had not cared about the lives of ordinary people for a long time.

"Oh? Then what do you think is a good life?"

The driver laughed dryly after hearing this, glanced at a brightly lit building not far away and said:

"At least you have to eat in the Yingxiang Pavilion of that building to barely reach the passing line."

"Yingxiang Pavilion?"

Jiang Yan looked at the building. The walls were all made of tempered glass, and the scene inside was in full view.

Although ordinary people could not see clearly at such a long distance, Jiang Yan easily extended his sight to the inside of the building with the light of insight.

On one floor of the building, the interior is decorated in an antique style and is extremely luxurious.

Each customer has a private room, and more than a dozen dishes are beautifully displayed like a scroll, and there is also a girl wearing an ancient sleeved robe dancing.

"A meal in Yingxiang Pavilion costs at least 30,000 yuan... Brother, only by having a meal there can you truly integrate into this city. I have been driving a taxi here for more than ten years, and I spent all my six wallets to buy a house that looks like a toilet. I am embarrassed to go in and take a look..." The driver lamented, with too many complaints in his heart to dispel.

Jiang Yan did not expect that the driver's dream was as simple as having a meal in Yingxiang Pavilion.

In comparison, what he wanted was too much and too heavy.

After thinking for a moment, he shouted to stop the car.

The driver was a little confused after hearing this, but the passenger was God, and he had to find a place with less traffic and stopped.

"Brother, why don't you go to the TV tower again? What about this order?" The driver turned around and looked at him nervously, as if he was afraid that Jiang Yan would not pay.

After all, these hundreds of yuan are almost the income of a morning.

"Don't worry about the order. Don't you want to go to Yingxiang Pavilion for a meal? Let's go." Jiang Yan said seriously.

The driver was stunned after hearing this, looking at Jiang Yan in disbelief, and said in a trance:

"Brother, are you kidding me?"

"I am the captain of the foreign aid team of the headquarters. Do you think I will tell a lie?" Jiang Yan smiled.

"What headquarters? What foreign aid team leader, brother, don't play with me..." The driver was confused and was about to ask, but the next moment, a faint green light flashed, and his figure instantly disappeared in the taxi.

When he went out againAt this moment, the driver found that he was already standing at the door of Yingxiang Pavilion.

"I ca..." The driver was about to exclaim, but was stopped by Jiang Yan.

"Be quiet, we are going to eat." Jiang Yan said and walked into Yingxiang Pavilion.

The driver covered his mouth, his eyes widened like a frog. When he was surprised, Jiang Yan had already walked away.

He hurriedly trotted after him, and whispered to Jiang Yan:

"Brother, what did you do just now? How did you get here in a flash? Is it magic? Or some Taoist magic?"

Seeing him so noisy, Jiang Yan glared at him and said in a cold tone:

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Although the driver had many doubts in his heart, he swallowed back the words he was about to say after seeing Jiang Yan's terrible eyes.

For some reason, that look just now made him feel that death was in front of him. He couldn't imagine who this young man in front of him was.

Jiang Yan walked quickly. This action was also impulsive. It was lunch time now, and there were still more than two hours before Huang Yuan's appointment at 2 pm.

It would be nice to take advantage of this time to go shopping in Dajing City. After all, I don't know if there will be such an opportunity in the future.

Soon, the two walked to the front desk.

The driver looked around and found that everyone around him was dressed in fancy clothes, while he was still wearing a polo shirt that was washed to the point of deformation. He suddenly felt ashamed and afraid of other people's eyes.

When the receptionist at the front desk saw the two, a trace of contempt flashed across her face, but she soon put on a professional smile and asked:

"Have you two reserved a private room?"

"No, are there any vacant private rooms now?" Jiang Yan asked.

"If you don't have a reservation, I'm sorry, there are no vacant private rooms now." The receptionist said.

Jiang Yan knew she was lying, because he just used the light of insight to see that there were many empty private rooms in Yingxiang Pavilion, and the number was even much greater than the private rooms where people were dining.

At this time, the driver on the side hurriedly came over and whispered:

"Brother, since there are no empty rooms, let's go. It's not so easy to get into Yingxiang Pavilion. You have to make a reservation half a year in advance. Even if there are empty rooms, they are exclusive to VIP customers. People like us can't get in at all."

The driver seemed to have studied Yingxiang Pavilion quite well, and he was even more anxious now. After all, the VIPs of Yingxiang Pavilion were all big names in Dajing City. How could a small driver like him compete with them for a room?

But Jiang Yan ignored him and prepared to take out the ghost-controller's certificate from his pocket.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a purple suit slowly walked over. The receptionist became terrified when she saw him, and hurried forward to greet him:

"Brother Feng, what brought you here?"

And the man called Brother Feng obviously didn't want to be intimate with a front desk clerk. He said in a cold tone:

"Today there is a big shot, as many VIP rooms as possible."