The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 18 Leave
At around three o'clock in the morning, on Yueyin Road in Da'an City, the surrounding area was pitch black.

"Zi...Zi...Zi..."

With the sound of a slight electric current, a large number of molds appeared out of thin air on the surrounding walls and ground, wriggling slightly as if alive.

Then a gray light flashed, and a stumbling figure suddenly appeared on the street.

He is Wen Zhong who escaped from the haunted house through the ghost domain.

"This is...where?"

Wen Zhong only felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, the mold was squirming and eroding his body crazily, his face was stinging like being burned, and there was a feeling that the inside of his body was about to be decomposed by the mold.

The fragile balance obtained after eating the ghost meat has been broken, and Wen Zhong is now on the verge of the ghost's recovery.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Wen Zhong stood up with support, and he looked at himself reflected in the surrounding window glass, his whole body was covered with gray-white mold, like a ghost that had been dead for a long time.

The face was even more fleshy, revealing the face of the ghost hidden below.

"Bastard...I managed to escape...how could I die here..."

Wen Zhong had a splitting headache, and with only consciousness left, he took out the satellite phone in his pocket, but if he could find the "Ghost Cooker" and get the ghost meat, he might be saved.

"Di... Zizi... Di... Zizi..."

Suddenly, he heard the electrical sound of a machine starting up, which was very familiar.

Wen Zhong remembered that the sound was the radio that entered his body along with the ghost corpse.

"Zizi... Bus... Get on the bus... Zizi..."

"What the hell is the bus..."

The radio started to sound, Wen Zhong looked around, there was really a bus stop not far away, he didn't care so much at the moment, and struggled to get under the bus stop.

Since he got the radio, it didn't seem to have harmed him, but it indirectly saved his life in the night market last time.

Wen Zhong leaned against the bus stop sign, he didn't know whether it was because of excessive blood loss or supernatural influence, his eyes were already blurred, he reached out and rubbed his eyes to try to get relief.

Why do you feel sticky in your hands?
Wen Zhong spread out his palms and took a closer look, and found that red ink was stuck to his hands. The color and smell were exactly the same as the ink on the admission ticket.

"The red ink, the blood on the ghost woman's face." Wen Zhong understood, "So, the real medium is its blood, not the ticket."

No wonder tearing up the ticket is useless. It turns out that the real curse is the blood on the ticket.

As for why I received the "help message" from Li Gui, it should be that when I tore off Fang Dezhao's admission ticket yesterday afternoon, I had already triggered Li Gui's law of killing.

Thinking about this point clearly, Wen Zhong let out a long sigh, but unfortunately he no longer has the extra energy and strength to erase the curse on his hand.

The bus station was silent, and the radio stopped beeping. Wen Zhong began to wonder if he had auditory hallucinations.

Suddenly, the surrounding street lights began to flicker, and a burst of smog appeared out of thin air and covered the entire bus station.

Immediately, two dim lights lit up in the distance, and a bus came just like that, and finally stopped in front of the stop sign.

Except for the slightly old appearance, the bus is no different from ordinary buses.

Wen Zhong looked at the bus, he only felt that the strangeness in his body suddenly eased a lot, and the pain caused by Li Gui's recovery seemed to be suppressed.

"Are...are you kidding..." Wen Zhong's eyes were serious.He was shocked, because this kind of thing was completely beyond his cognition.

At this moment, the front and back doors of the bus suddenly opened, and everything seemed normal, but the more it happened, the more vigilant Wen Zhong became. He looked inside carefully, and could see a driver sitting in the cab. Looking at his appearance, he was holding the steering wheel with both hands motionless, and his body was sitting upright and seemed a little stiff.

"Zi... Get in the car..."

The radio sounded again, but soon fell silent again, as if suppressed by the influence of the bus.

Feeling that the spirit in his body was being suppressed, Wen Zhong immediately decided to get in the car, no matter what dangers there were in the car, it would be better than a ghost resuscitating and dying here.

Wen Zhong got on the bus and looked around. There were not many people in the whole car, only a few scattered people.

When they saw someone getting into the car, they all looked at Wen Zhong in unison.Among them are curiosity and hostility, but most of them are fear.

Wen Zhong frowned, and walked straight to the rear. He chose a back seat, so that he could get out of the car in time even if there was anything to do.

Soon, the bus closed its doors and began to start.

"Sure enough, the ghost in the body has been suppressed." Wen Zhong was a little surprised, "I just don't know what the origin of this car is."

At this time, a young man suddenly got up from the back seat and walked towards Wen Zhong. His steps were light and quick, and he sat in front of Wen Zhong from the back row of the bus in just a few steps. Say hello.

Wen Zhong was a little puzzled, he didn't know the young man in front of him at all, this man was about 25 or [-] years old, he had a sharpness that didn't match his age, and he looked extremely aggressive.

Seeing Wen Zhong's vigilant eyes, the young man took out a mobile phone out of nowhere, and said with a smile: "We are also colleagues, so we don't need to be so cold."

As soon as these words came out, Wen Zhong was stunned. He didn't expect to meet the ghost driver from the headquarters on this weird bus.

"My name is Zhou Deng, you can just call me Lao Zhou, what's your name?" Wen Wenzhong didn't reply, and the young man said in a low voice, "I haven't seen you before, why did you get on the bus so quickly? "

"It's a long story, but the phone in your hand looks familiar, and the code is the same as mine..." Wen Zhong said as he dug into his pocket and found that the satellite phone was gone.

"Ahem, I saw you drop it on the ground and picked it up for you. You don't need to thank me. This is what I should do." Zhou Deng didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, and he looked like a gentleman.

After speaking, Zhou Deng returned the mobile phone, and showed his own mobile phone by the way. Seeing this, Wen Zhong didn't pursue it anymore. He glanced at the passengers sitting around him out of the corner of his eye, and found that they were discussing something in a low voice.

"Old Zhou, what's the condition of this car?" Wen Zhong asked in a low voice.

"You came here to take the bus without knowing anything?" Zhou Deng was surprised this time.

Wen Zhong shook his head, if someone chose him, he would definitely not come up.

"Forget it, I don't know much. I only know that this car can suppress the recovery of ghosts, and after six o'clock in the evening, ghosts will get on the bus at every stop. The number." Zhou Deng pointed to the electronic device on the car. display screen.

"Sometimes it's one, sometimes it's two. The display shows the number of ghosts in the car."

Wen Zhong looked up, and there was a number displayed on the electronic display: 1.

This means that there is a ghost in the car sitting with Wen Zhong and the others.

(End of this chapter)