Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

In the blood-red wedding room filled with strange atmosphere, suddenly, a thick blood that seemed to be real began to slowly gather.

In this horrifying scene, Jiang Yan's figure quietly emerged like a ghost.

He suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, quickly swept across the room, and finally fixed on Ren Jing who had already arrived here.

However, at this moment, Ren Jing's face was filled with unconcealable fear, which made Jiang Yan puzzled. You know, Ren Jing was not in this wedding room for the first time, and according to common sense, she should not be so panicked.

Jiang Yan frowned, his face became extremely serious in an instant. He stared at Ren Jing and asked in a low voice:

"What did you encounter when you came here?"

Faced with Jiang Yan's question, Ren Jing nodded slightly at first, and still revealed a little confusion and puzzlement in her eyes, and answered with a somewhat suspicious voice:

"Just now... when I crossed the dream, I don't know why, I always felt that this dream seemed to be different from the past."

"Different? How different is it?"

When Jiang Yan heard the word "different", he was shocked and immediately alerted.

After the black coffin ghost revived, the real world was invaded by fog, and it was understandable that it changed drastically. But the dream was not affected by the fog, so what changes could happen?

Faced with his doubtful eyes, Ren Jing frowned slightly, revealing a trace of confusion and confusion in her eyes. She shook her head gently and said softly:

"To be honest, I am not very clear myself. Just now I tried to recall the scene of the ghost bride walking into the wedding room, but that memory was too short. I only glimpsed that the sky in the dream had changed. In the past, the sky in this dream was grayish white, but now it seems a little chaotic."

Hearing Ren Jing's description, Jiang Yan's heart suddenly tightened, and an inexplicable sense of uneasiness surged into his heart like a tide. Without any hesitation, he decisively reached out and pushed open the door in front of him and walked out quickly.

After all, the quadrangle of the ghost bride was in the dream, and he could check the changes in the sky by simply walking out.

Seeing this scene, Ren Jing did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly followed and walked out of the room together.

The two stood side by side in the center of the spacious courtyard of the quadrangle, and raised their heads at the same time, looking up at the sky above their heads, and their faces instantly showed an unconcealable look of surprise and doubt.

"What on earth is going on here..."

Ren Jing muttered to herself, her voice full of fear and confusion.

At this moment, the grayish-white sky in the eyes of the two people had been stained with a thick layer of black.

From a distance, it seemed as if someone had wantonly splashed a large basin of black ink on white paper, and the black and white colors blended and entangled with each other, forming a very strange picture.

What made people even more shudder was that in this gloomy and terrifying black and white sky, the moon, which was originally as red as blood, seemed to have suffered some terrible erosion and began to slowly grow dense black spots.

These black spots gradually spread, making the entire moon look like a piece of rotten meat covered with mold spots, emitting a disgusting stench.

Jiang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, realizing that things were not simple.

Gu Qingfeng had told him before that the dream had a triple structure of red, white and black, in which red represented fear, white represented death, and black represented the origin of the supernatural.

This kind of dream also has a corresponding one. The moon is red, the sky is grayish white, and the ground is black.

But now the moon and the sky are gradually being stained black, which means that the triple structure will soon collapse.

"The dream is collapsing..." Although it feels a bit incredible, Jiang Yan still came to this conclusion.

"There are indeed such signs... Dreams are the product of human consciousness. Now that the fog is spreading and a large number of people have died, the dream will also change accordingly." Ren Jing analyzed.

Jiang Yan nodded and agreed with this explanation.

After all, dreams are produced by people. If everyone is dead, how can dreams exist?

He glanced at Songqiao Village in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes condensed and a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

"Those red lanterns and Luosha are gone!"

Ren Jing also took a quick look, but she had not experienced the ghost bride incident before, so she naturally didn't understand what Jiang Yan was talking about at this time.

But Jiang Yan remembered very clearly that Songqiao Village was decorated with many red lanterns and Luosha, representing the power of the ghost bride controlling the village.

But now all these decorations are gone, could it be that...

Jiang Yan seemed to have thought of something, and a look of fear suddenly appeared on his face. He was anxious.He hurriedly glanced at the courtyard.

On the blood-red walls of the courtyard, black spots began to appear, densely packed, and slowly expanding.

"Sure enough, the power of the ghost bride has also been affected."

This is a very bad signal.

But it is understandable that the ghost bride is red, and the blood moon has been eroded by darkness, so the ghost bride is naturally not immune.

By the same token, the white bride who is still wandering outside should also be affected in a similar way at this moment.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan was shocked. He almost missed that in addition to these two brides, there is another bride-like existence.

Zhao Qing!

Seeing Jiang Yan's shocked look, Ren Jing felt a little confused, but just as she was about to ask, Jiang Yan's figure turned into a burst of blood-colored petals and disappeared.

At the same time, in a corner of a dark abyss, a burst of blood-colored petals appeared out of thin air, and then condensed into a human form.

Jiang Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dark throne in front of him.

"Sure enough."

At this moment, the figure with the same face as Zhao Qing sat quietly on the supreme throne, closed his eyes lifelessly, and fell into a deep coma.

And in her chest, there was a black blood sword emitting a strange aura, as if this sword was the culprit that caused her coma.

However, it is worth noting that three of the corpse oil lamps that originally surrounded her in a half circle have now quietly extinguished.

Jiang Yan looked at the scene in front of him, full of doubts and confusion. He still couldn't figure out why Zhao Qing appeared here, and in such a creepy way.

But there is no doubt that from the current situation, the power contained in this "Zhao Qing" is obviously stronger than before, so powerful that it makes people feel fear and uneasiness.

Jiang Yan's eyes were fixed on those corpse oil lamps, trembling slightly. This scene in front of him involuntarily evoked his memories of Gongyue Village where he had been.

The two are too similar!

Whether it is the scene arrangement or the mysterious atmosphere in the air, they are exactly the same. The situation at this moment is just like what happened in Gongyue Village. The delicate balance in the dream has been broken.

As time goes by, when the number of these corpse oil lamps continues to decrease to a certain extent, no one can predict whether this "Zhao Qing" sitting on the throne will wake up.

If she really wakes up, then who will appear in front of everyone at that time? Will it be the real Zhao Qing herself? Or a completely strange and unknown terrifying existence?

While he was thinking, a dull sound of footsteps suddenly came from the darkness around him, and he frowned slightly:

"Is it the oil corpses that just fell... It seems that we can't stay here any longer."

With a thought, he asked the ghost bride to take him away.

After all, the ghost bride's power has been eroded by the darkness and affected, and it may not be safe to stay here.

Just as he left, the figure in the gorgeous black robe on the throne changed.

The black blood sword inserted in its chest was slowly withdrawing outwards, this time withdrawing a full centimeter.

After returning to the courtyard, Jiang Yan's face was gloomy. He knew that the changes in the dream were no longer under his control.

However, relatively speaking, the collapse of the dream is far less dangerous than the spread of the fog, at least for now.

I just don't know what will happen when the person on the throne of the abyss wakes up. If it can launch a supernatural attack on the consciousness of all mankind, it will undoubtedly be a catastrophe.

And when that time comes, the power of the ghost bride is estimated to be very little. Not only other ghost masters who have the means to protect consciousness, but even he himself may not be spared.