Mysterious Recovery

Despite the danger, the luck of getting off the bus this time was pretty good. The three ghost riders returned to the bus alive, and the only unlucky ones were ordinary people, Zhang Hao.

There is no suspense, the ordinary are all dead, they don't have the slightest ability to protect themselves, and they can't withstand the attacks of the ghosts there.

The corpse bride outside still led Zhang Hao and stood on the opposite side of the road and did not leave, but saw that it had no other actions, and did not get on the bus anymore. Several people felt more at ease, and the bus restarted. In order to understand part of the bus, you can also conclude that your current state should be safe.

Only after Xu Feng survived, the conflict with Yang deepened.

But both people knew in their hearts that each other had lost the best chance of killing each other.

Yang Jian's best chance was when he was lying down, just to stop Zhang Hao from recruiting ghosts. He could only throw this Xu Feng out instead of killing him.

And Zhang Hao, fearing that Yang Jian could not hold on to get off the bus this time, he died because Li Gui revived and worsened the situation. He wanted to use the bus to turn off the lights. The result also failed.

Yang Jian was too alert and prepared, so there was no next opportunity like this.

Five minutes have passed since the bus lights were turned on again.

As the time of five minutes arrived, the front and back doors on the bus were originally opened, but at this time they all closed with a touch.

The glass window opened next to Linbei also closed itself at this moment.

The car was locked up, like a sealed environment, no one can get out of the car, even ghosts can't leave.

"It seems that I got rid of that thing completely." As the bus started, it started driving again.

Yang Jian could see that the figure of the mummy bride behind him was gradually pulling away. The thing had no choice to catch up, but still holding Zhang Hao's hand and standing there, like two statues, without any movement.

But this does not mean that all the crises are gone.

At this moment, the numbers on the electronic display of the car still show: 1.

There is one more passenger number.

In other words, there are ghosts in the car.

But there are only three of them in the car. The number of passengers must not count the ghost riders in it. Otherwise, this number should change.

Moreover, the time is still around three in the morning, and the bus still has the opportunity to stop.

Maybe there will be ghosts in front of them and continue to get in the car.

At that time, I didn't know what kind of ghost to face.

Just thinking of this, Yang Jian felt a lot of pressure, because he didn't know what kind of crisis awaited him. The only way was to leave this place when the bus entered a safe stop.

If you continue to stay in the car, one day you will die.

Driven for half an hour.

Fortunately, the restarted bus did not stop for the fourth time, which means that no new ghosts have boarded the bus so far.

But just when the time came to four o'clock in the morning.

The bus passed through a very strange place.

A cemetery.

On both sides of the road are densely packed grave mounds, one by one raised like small hills. Some of the graves are tombstones with a portrait of a person faintly printed on them, but because the vehicle is moving, plus the outside The light is not good, only a vague outline can be seen.

Some tombs are sunken, as if something left the tomb and could not support the raised mound.

"What the **** is this?" Yang Jian had this question in his heart.

The edge of this grave mound is invisible at a glance, and it extends to the dark depths in the distance. Although I don't know how many there are, it is certain that this place is definitely not any place in reality.

It is another strange place that cannot be understood.

"Don't stop here, or else this bus may not tell you how many ghosts will come up."

There are so many grave mounds that make the scalp numb, and there is a kind of ominous and weirdness everywhere, which is much more serious than the single grave mound I saw when we were crying grave ghosts. It is like a large cemetery, cemetery. .

"Damn it, if you stop here, the bus will be full at once, and it will really be done by then." Xu Feng's face was very ugly when he noticed the situation outside.

Like Yang Jian, he can also foresee the horror of this place.

But at this time, Lin Bei was silent, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. No matter how terrifying it was outside, everything had nothing to do with him.

The bus drove on this road surrounded by grave mounds for a full ten minutes but still did not get out of this cemetery. You can imagine how big it is.

However, Yang Jian later discovered that although there were many tombs here, no ghosts were ever seen. It seemed that this horror was only indicative. In fact, the situation here is much better than the previous sites.

It didn't take long for this idea to emerge.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian saw that the cemetery that had been running continuously along the road suddenly broke a section, leaving an empty space.

There is a road in the clearing that leads directly to a small hill.

In this bleak and dim world ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a small wooden house is located on a hill surrounded by graves.

The wooden house is old, as if it has been in disrepair for a long time, it is crumbling, and the construction is very rough, there is a feeling of air leakage on all sides, as if the wooden house will fall apart directly after a few kicks.

"There are still wooden houses in this place?" Yang Jian had an incredible feeling.

Who would live in such a ghost place.

Or, the wooden house is not for people to live in at all.

The bus gradually drove past, and did not stop when passing this wooden house, and after passing this special place, there was a series of graves in front of them, just like before.

However, shortly after the bus left, the small wooden house standing in the middle of the cemetery suddenly creaked and opened the wooden door.

A person walked out of the wooden house, unable to see clearly, only a tall and thin outline.

This person stood at the door of the wooden house and seemed to look in the direction where the bus was leaving.

After watching for a long time, when the bus lights completely disappeared in the distance, the man returned to the wooden house, and the wooden door closed again with a creak.

The cemetery continued to fall into a long-lasting silence.

After half an hour, this continuous cemetery was finally opened, and Yang Jian's mental arithmetic was put down.

What made him even more surprised was that in front of the bus, a city suddenly appeared in the distance.

I don't know which city it is, but it emits bright lights, which can be seen from a distance.

Only after moving on can we conclude that this is indeed the light of a city, not an illusion. According to the current trajectory of the bus, the bus is going to enter the city.

"The next opportunity is here." Yang Jian had such a premonition in his heart.