Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

It's not that they are timid.

In fact, being able to become a member of the Hidden Night Group.

They also shoulder the responsibility of the entire Nancheng district.

Except that their strength is not so extremely powerful, they are very good in every sense.

but...

The ghost bus is really famous.

Even the Hidden Night Group and various organizations have nothing to do with it.

He could almost just watch helplessly as the person he was eyeing was taken away.

That sense of powerlessness really fell on them now.

After a while.

The front of the ghost bus has completely appeared in front of the gate of the two-dollar store.

Obviously a narrow alleyway.

The ghost bus was completely unaffected.

Even shuttling between the walls, it seems like an illusion.

No one has ever figured out what the body of the ghost bus is.

"Your body...has his breath..."

The gloomy and deep voice seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld.

Then goose.

This statement came out.

Dahong's tense fighting posture instantly relaxed.

From the other party's tone, the intelligent Dahong didn't hear any hostility.

Well... as long as it's not here to find fault, it's fine!

Dahong let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that he might have to go all out.

But now it seems... let's continue to close our eyes and rest!

Old man Fang is extremely smart, seeing Dahong's gesture.

His heart immediately relaxed a lot.

The eyeballs are constantly turning, and there are thousands of thoughts in his mind.

Will the ghost bus still talk to people?

This point, no way of knowing.

Because... people who have been in close contact with the ghost bus have disappeared.

No one knows, before they disappeared, whether they could hear the voices coming from the ghost bus like they are now.

"Ahem..." Old Man Fang forced himself to calm down and coughed twice.

"Eh..." Patting his head, old man Fang didn't know how to address him for a moment.

Mr. Ghost Bus?or lady?Or wife?

Either one looks a little weird.

Before old man Fang could think of a name.

The voice in the ghost bus sounded again: "Sheng is unwilling to pass the message for me, so you can relay it to him for me—the time is coming, don't forget the promise!"

Talk about so-called paraphrasing.

The voice in the ghost bus only faintly carried some emotional fluctuations.

It also made old man Fang and others feel more confused than ever!

What is "his breath", what is "the time is coming, don't forget the promise".

They can't understand a word at all!

Although... I have a goal in my heart.

A few people have vaguely guessed.

Three funeral masters!

Other than him, old man Fang and the others couldn't find a suitable candidate at all.

But they couldn't imagine it.

The little master of the three burials actually has something to do with the ghost bus!

Thinking hard!

How long ago was the era when the ghost bus first appeared?

How old does the third burial little master look like?

What agreement was reached between the two?

One puzzle after another kept emerging in the hearts of the five people.

Let them have mixed feelings for a while, not knowing how to answer.

The ghost bus obviously doesn't care whether the person in front of him agrees.

Five streaks of gray aura shot out from inside the bus.

It instantly disappeared between their brows, forming a mysterious inscription mark.

A strange and incomparably powerful force circulated in the veins of the five people in an instant.

The faces of the five people changed instantly, and the look of horror in their pupils couldn't be added!

The five breaths did not intend to hurt them.

On the contrary... the five of them have obtained one kind.

The power called "Ghost"!

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Chapter 182 Controlling the Buddhist Gate of Yunshan City

Nancheng District.

In front of the two dollar store.

The weird and mysterious ghost bus stops here.

It was silent, as if there was a dense fog in the car covering everything.

It's impossible to see anything in it.

You can only see the car window, and occasionally there will be palm prints, which seem to be struggling to press on the car window.

"Give him a message..."

After leaving such a meaningful sentence in a hoarse and cold voice.

The huge body of the ghost bus slowly disappeared at one end of the wall.

In just an instant, it completely lost its trace.

"Survived..."

Li Ling lost all strength and sat on the ground.

His face was full of joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Yeah... survived!"

"Perhaps we are the first batch of human beings who can survive the ghost bus?"

"I don't know...whether this is luck or misfortune..."

Ji Lan also said with emotion, with a slightly strange look in her eyes.

Old man Fang, Guang Yuanming and Chen Yuanliang.

It fell into a brief silence.

After the ghost bus left, the burden like the ancient mountain was instantly relieved.

Problems can ensue.

It made their minds more messy and difficult to sort out.

The imprint on the forehead, the power called "Ghost".

It has been completely integrated with their bodies, and it is true that they can be used at will.

But if...they didn't obey the will of the ghost bus and send a message to Tang Sanzan.

Is... this power will become a life-threatening spell?

The strange power of "Netherworld" is so powerful that even the Gu technique practiced by old man Fang can cause it to change.

Guang Yuanming and others have also felt the change of the original power in their bodies.

They didn't feel the slightest joy because of their strength.

On the contrary, there is an extra burden in my heart.

It looked like a sword of Damoris was hanging above their heads, ready to cut off at any moment and take their lives away.

"Alas..." Old Man Fang, as the backbone, sighed, and continued, "The matter has come to this point, it's useless to worry about it. It's better to go back to the headquarters of the Yinye Group and report...to..."

As he spoke, old man Fang's voice seemed to be stuck.

When it comes to reporting the situation to the headquarters.

It was as if some kind of spell had come into play, preventing him from continuing.

Old man Fang's face instantly became more and more gloomy.

"Can't say anything about tape."

After making a judgment, old man Fang said with an ugly expression.

The other four also nodded solemnly.

"What should I do now? Is it possible that I really want to follow the words of the ghost bus and send a message to the third funeral?"

Chen Yuanliang asked somewhat unwillingly.

"How about...wait and see?" Li Ling asked tentatively, "After all...we don't know what the consequences of this talk will be."

Ji Lan on the side nodded: "Xiao Ling is right. The origin of the little master Sanbuyan is mysterious, and the ghost bus is also very strange. If the relationship between the two is not clarified, I am also a little worried."

"But... will the ghost bus give us too much time?"

Guang Yuanming sighed and said this heavy question.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became silent.

The little white snake huddled in Li Ling's arms, not daring to move.

Since the appearance of the ghost bus, it has fallen into a state of playing dead.

It has not recovered until now.

One side.

The big red round eyes glanced at several people.

There was a bit of bewilderment in his eyes.

These guys in front of them have obviously received the "benefit fee" from the ghost bus.

Why do you still look sad and cranky?

Well... humans, what a complex creature.