The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 253 Destination

At this moment, in another rickshaw, Yan Huanchao was looking at a roll of gray video tape in his hand with some surprise.

Looking carefully, there is a drop of ink stain in one corner of the video tape, which is constantly spreading and spreading.

In the end, the entire videotape was stained by this drop of ink, from gray at the beginning to deep black, and this black, like smoke, was still lingering.

"I underestimated the supernatural protection of this rickshaw. It really deserves to be a means of transportation that was very popular in the period of the Republic of China. It's just a pity for this video tape. It's a good thing."

Yan Huanchao was holding a piece of yellowed paper in his hand. On the front was a scuffed and hard-to-read timetable, and on the back was a nine-square grid with a number in each box.

Among them, the three numbers [-] are covered with a ball of blood, and these three numbers correspond to the three numbers of the three rickshaws.

It seems that this piece of paper is not only a timetable, but also a departure table for rickshaws.

"This video tape is no longer usable. Unless I can find a place where the curse can be cleaned, otherwise the psychic protection of the rickshaw is impossible to fail."

As Yan Huanchao said, he casually threw the videotape into the corner of the back seat of the rickshaw. Then he flipped his wrist, and a transparent skull as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in his hand.

This skull head has been continuously polished by people, and it has been worn down for a whole circle.

The surrounding temperature also continued to drop with the appearance of the skull, as if a cold air flow was blowing out from the skull's mouth.

Yan Huanchao stroked the skull in his hand, the expression on his face became much more serious, and his aura seemed to have changed.

While stroking the skull, he whispered something in his mouth, as if he was asking questions to the skull, and also seemed to be having a conversation with the skull.

After a while, Yan Huanchao put the skull away. At this time, one of his fingers became somewhat transparent, and the skull added a little color.

He ignored the changes in his fingers, but slowly closed his eyes and leaned against the back of the rickshaw, his face looking a little dignified.

"I didn't expect that the next thing I'm going to is such a place. It may be a little difficult to continue there. That monster surnamed Qin probably won't let me kill the captain of their headquarters."

After pondering for a moment, he opened his eyes and turned a ring on the index finger of his left hand. With the turning of the ring, the finger that had become somewhat transparent returned to normal at this moment.

"If I really face that monster, how sure am I?" Yan Huanchao frowned, feeling a little pressure.

The mysterious man surnamed Qin is said to be a backhand left by the old monster in the Republic of China. Although he has some cards, he is probably not the opponent of the opponent.

Unless, he can change back to his past self.

"It's true that the times have changed. When I want to kill someone, I become hesitant. At worst, I will give up this ceremony, kill that number five and leave."

Yan Huanchao stared at the car cover with cold eyes.

After a while, a stern smile appeared on his face again.

Just like that, he closed his eyes again. This time, Yan Huanchao leaned against the back of the rickshaw calmly, as if he had fallen asleep.

The screen turns.

Black smoke still filled the surrounding area.

The rickshaw moved forward steadily, and passed several strange and supernatural places on the way, but Wen Zhong had no interest in observing anymore.

After the round of spiritual attack just now, Wen Zhong felt a little tired. This was not the first time he had confronted the ghost in consciousness, but it was definitely the most dangerous one.

With the slightest carelessness, he might turn into a cold corpse now.

Although he suspected that another ghost master who participated in the ceremony might have attacked him, he did not rule out that he had unintentionally triggered the killing pattern of the ghosts in a certain spiritual place.

If it was a man-made attack, then the most likely ones were the group of ghost masters who participated in the ceremony with him.

No. [-] and No. [-] had to be excluded first, because the two of them still stayed in Baiyang Village and did not come out. Wang Muyou also had to be excluded. He also stayed in Baiyang Village due to some force majeure.

Among the remaining four people, he himself would definitely not commit suicide, and Dai Zhibin had no reason to kill him, so only No. [-], whom he had never met, and No. [-], whose puppet was robbed by him, remained.

Number two is the most suspected, he has reason to deal with himself.

Of course, the suspicion of No. [-] cannot be ruled out. If it is not guaranteed, he is a ghost master with an abnormal brain. In order to eliminate the competitors in the third stage, he is here to kill him.

"No. [-] and No. [-], these two people are also the only two ghost masters I haven't seen in Baiyang Village."

Wen Zhong fell into silence. No matter who it is, the other party can break through the supernatural protection of the rickshaw to kill him. This person is probably not inferior to the default captain of the headquarters.

Of course, he can attack the ghost master in the car through this layer of spiritual protection, but he can do it himself, but his attack method is definitely not as weird as the other party.

time flies.

All the way was safe and sound, and no supernatural phenomenon similar to the one before happened again.

Suddenly, Wen Zhong felt that the speed of the car slowed down a lot, and the black smoke around him gradually began to dissipate.

This is different from the time when I passed by the spirit land before, this time the black smoke dissipated extremely fast, and the bell on the handlebar also began to make a pleasant sound.

Moreover, the hood that had been covering the entire back seat of the rickshaw was slowly rising at this moment, and Wen Zhong could even see the driver leaning forward in front of him.

All indications are that he is about to reach his destination.

"Is it finally here? The speed is quite fast." Although this is far from the speed of his driving in Huangquan, it is also much, much faster than ordinary transportation.

The most important thing is that he has passed through so many spiritual places along the way. If he is allowed to drive alone, he may be attacked by ghosts halfway.

The surrounding black smoke dissipated, and in front of Wen Zhong was a desolate ruin. The broken bricks and tiles everywhere seemed to describe the past glory of this place, but now it seems that there is only solitude left.

The car came to a stop, and the driver took advantage of the situation to lower the handlebars.

Seeing this, Wen Zhong didn't stay in the car too much, he took a step forward and stepped directly on the ground paved with blue bricks.

At this moment, it was already late at night, the surroundings were quiet, and there was nothing at a glance, as if he had come to a ruin that was forgotten by the world.

(End of this chapter)