Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

In the northern part of Dachuan City, in a villa manor in the rich area.

In the yard, the owner of the manor, a middle-aged man with a big belly wearing gold and silver, was curled up with his wife and children, looking at the scene in the yard with horror.

Under the dim sky, Jiang Yan was dressed in black, holding the black blood sword in his hand, and his scarlet eyes looked at a corner of the yard indifferently.

As a burst of thick black smoke dissipated, a rotten corpse that was cut into two pieces in the corner was moving slowly, as if preparing to piece the body together.

But Jiang Yan would not give it a chance, and swung the black blood sword in his hand.

The surroundings suddenly became much darker, and the space was faintly distorted.

"Swish!"

The slash formed by the atomized black blood turned into a dark crescent and attacked the rotten corpse. In an instant, the black smoke exploded.

When the black smoke dispersed again, the body seemed to be corroded, and the degree of decay on the surface of the body increased a lot.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan's pale face became even gloomier, and his brows almost knitted together.

"No." He murmured in a low voice, and appeared in front of the rotten body in a flash.

The dark red withered hand stretched out, and with a light tap, the rotten body turned into black smoke and dissipated.

"Ah... Did it succeed? Master Ghost Master!" The middle-aged man in a bathrobe was delighted when he saw the evil ghost disappear.

Jiang Yan did not answer him, but just stared at the sky, leaving a cold back.

And the next moment, this back disappeared on the spot.

The middle-aged man wanted to pay him, but seeing that he left so decisively, he had to give up.

Similar things happened in various places in Dachuan City.

Although the third-level ghost den blocked the invasion of the fog, it does not mean that there will be no supernatural events in Dachuan City.

After all, it is only a third-level ghost den, and a slightly stronger ghost can invade.

This slightly stronger ghost is undoubtedly a big threat to a ghost tamer of Zhang Ming's level, but in front of Jiang Yan, it is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

Just now he has been experimenting with the power of the black blood sword.

After all, the sword swung by the black coffin ghost in Dajing City is still fresh in his memory.

There is no doubt that he is completely unable to resist that kind of attack now, unless his black blood sword can also perform such an attack.

But from the experiments just now, such a goal is obviously too far away.

Now his black blood sword can only corrode the ghost to a certain extent, far from the level of forming a ghost road.

As for why he cares so much about the black blood sword, because he has a premonition that the black blood sword will be the key to everything.

This premonition became stronger after he got the ghost camera.

I don’t know if it’s because of the spreading fog, but he always feels that his red eyes are restless recently.

It’s not evening yet, and it’s not time to sleep yet. He decided to hurry up and solve a few more supernatural events that are about to break out.

Although his third-level ghost cave can be maintained after sleeping, he has no idea about what happened in Dachuan City.

Now the only person he can trust is Shi Hui, which makes him feel very uneasy.

After all, no one can say for sure whether there will be ghost controllers or evil spirits like Qiu Jueshan who will break into Dachuan City.

"The situation should be better after Liu Ming and others are brought over."

After searching for a while, Jiang Yan sensed another supernatural fluctuation, so he immediately used the ghost cave teleportation.

A dim light flashed, and when it appeared again, Jiang Yan had already arrived above a village in the city in the west of Dachuan City.

Looking at the narrow alleyway under his feet, Jiang Yan frowned slightly, and a faint doubt flashed across his face.

"It seems that this area is Chen Xiao's home?"

Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly became serious.

With a thought, he appeared in front of one of the courtyards.

Pushing the door open, his eyes swept across this old living room from the 1980s. The smell of old wood hit him, and it was mixed with a slightly pungent smell of paper ash.

As soon as he entered the living room, Jiang Yan's sight was attracted by a huge self-portrait in the center of the living room.

It showed a man wearing a red suit and a red hood, and under the photo were four extremely eye-catching characters written in gold powder:

"炎の偙鍠"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yan's eyelids twitched slightly, and he knew who the person in the photo was without thinking.

"The spiritual fluctuations seem to be coming from this room. Since this is Zhu Yan's residence, it is not surprising that there are some spiritual fluctuations."

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan prepared to step in, but after a few steps, he felt his whole body become hot, as if he was being roasted by a fire.This strange reaction made him quickly leave the living room...