Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 138

"If I had known, I wouldn't have listened to that guy Wang Damao, who said that there are many rare and good things hidden in the Caesar Hotel in Dahai City. Who knew that there are all ghosts inside, what a bad luck!"

Speaking of the guy who made him lose an arm that "opened the door", Fang Le's face showed a touch of irritability and anger.

If it were someone else, he would definitely make this rambunctious bastard pay the price he deserved.

But this guy Wang Damao is not only a bad-mouthed bastard, but also a very lucky bastard who drives a very terrifying ghost. He is now recognized in the supernatural circle as the No. 1 ghost driver in Dadong City.

It might be a bit difficult to trouble him.

Fang Le had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky, and when he had a chance in the future, when Wang Damaohu fell into Pingyang, he would go and kill this bastard.

"Caesars Hotel..." Song Hai said the name in a low voice, his bloodshot eyes stared at Fang Le, "Did you bring a girl with you when you entered the Caesars Hotel?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" Fang Le looked at Song Hai inexplicably.

"How is that girl?"

"Of course he's dead." Fang Le waved his hand impatiently, making a gesture to drive away, "You don't know how scary the ghost in that hotel is, if I wasn't cautious, I caught two ordinary people in as pawns." The bait will definitely not come back alive."

"died……"

Clenching his fists, Song Hai stared at the indifferent Fang Le, and in an instant his eyes burst out with monstrous hatred.

Looking at him who was a bit strange, Yuan Ping had a vague sense of what happened between the two, and stopped him: "Song Hai, let's talk about something after we get off the car. Don't forget, this place is not safe."

"Okay... what you said makes sense." Song Hai withdrew his eyes little by little, his face regained his composure, but the tip of his nose twitched slightly.

Is it possible that something is really going to happen?
Inexplicably remembering what the driver said to him when he got in the car, Yuan Ping had a bad feeling.

But it was already too late to think about it. His only choice now was to get off at a safe station, and follow the method provided by that person to dismember the ghost species he had obtained, and then drive it.

Following Song Hai's inexplicable words, the atmosphere between the three seemed to have dropped to freezing point, no one spoke anymore, and the car fell into a strange silence, only the driver and the last person who got on the car were talking in a low voice wearing something.

"This bus is the private property of our Lanbai Club. You are my assistant now, so you can also be regarded as an employee of the Lanbai Club. Since you are an employee, you will naturally be paid. I will pay you according to the day."

Lin Fan kept instilling some rules of the Blue and White Society into Luo Qian. Although they were thought up on the spot, they are indeed a set of standards that can be used in the future.

"Really, Brother Ye? I didn't expect to pay me back. How much is that for a day?" The Fushou Cemetery managed by Luo Qian was only for burying corpses, but it didn't make much profit.

"What happened to one piece a day?"

"A piece of ocean? There are so many!" Luo Qian exclaimed. He worked hard all day in the cemetery, but he still didn't get a piece of ocean revenue.

He actually thought it was Dayang, he was really simple enough, this is not going to work... Lin Fan felt a little helpless.

He knew that it was impossible for Luo Qian to become an experienced ghost master in a short period of time, and it would be good to simply train him slowly, at least when he found the opportunity to leave, he had the appearance of a formal entry.

"Well, this is, we are going to the site..."

Looking at a shallow platform not far ahead, Lin Fan knew that he was about to stop, so he controlled the supernatural bus to slow down a little bit.

Taking this opportunity, he glanced at the map of the underworld that he had hung beside him, which showed the station's name "Luan Graves".

In a barren field, dozens of small and large soil bags stand in different corners, surrounded by collapsed fences, and scattered tombstones, the original appearance can no longer be seen. The baptism of wind and rain has made the so-called The epitaph disappeared in the rolling river of time.

And at the entrance of this abandoned cemetery, there is a station sign, on which black crows stand, their scarlet eyes sizing up the approaching bus, and at the last moment of the stop, "crash clatter" All flew away.

"here it is……"

Luo Qian looked at the cemetery in astonishment.

In his impression, there should be only his own cemetery left around Dahai City, and the rest of the cemetery should be found in towns dozens of kilometers away.

"It seems that there are no customers here." Lin Fan opened the car door as usual, even on the platform, there were no passengers.

Anyway, there were no passengers, so he looked down at the description on the map of the underworld. According to the description, this place belonged to the second layer of underworld, and this random graveyard was also an out-and-out spiritual place, and there must be extraordinary ghosts hidden in it.

Do you want Luo Qian to go down and fight the autumn wind?
Such a thought popped into Lin Fan's mind.

Forget it, he finally found a suitable assistant, and he didn't want to see Luo Qian die here.

Now the grave soil that erodes Luo Qian's body is being suppressed by the supernatural bus. Under this infinite suppression, although the erosion is still inevitable, there is a slight possibility of perfectly controlling the ghost.

This was not an accidental idea. Lin Fan came up with this solution after finding out Luo Qian's current situation. Not only can it help Luo Qian adapt to the graveyard faster, but he doesn't have to worry about the ghost's recovery.

At this time, the last row of the car.

Fang Le glanced at the chaotic graves outside the window. For some reason, his body shivered, and he said shiveringly, "Do you feel...it seems to have become a lot colder in an instant."

"It doesn't seem to be my illusion." Yuan Ping crossed his arms, and obviously felt the chill.

at the same time.

Without anyone noticing, wisps of smoke rose from the mass graves behind the station, filling the entire cemetery like fog.

And in the depths of the mist, a heavy cough sounded one after another. The sound was so loud that it seemed that the lungs were about to be coughed out.

"A passenger has arrived."

Looking back at the fog, Lin Fan "saw" more and knew more than the others in the carriage.

In the white mist, one after another distorted figures crawled out of the wet graveyard as if stretching their limbs, with rotten pieces of meat hanging on the white bones, walking towards the station.

"So many... have to get on the bus?" Fang Le didn't dare to say anything, "Song Hai, what will happen if there are no seats on the bus?"

"I don't know either." Song Hai also had a stern expression, retaining his last rationality before tearing his skin apart.

At this time, Yuan Ping, who was sitting by the window, suddenly sat up straight, and reminded: "These ghosts look very strange, as if they are controlled by something... Wait a minute, there is a person in the mist!"

at the same time.

The coughing sound became more and more clear.

A tall middle-aged man dragged an extremely thick and long chain, and walked out from the depths of the mist. Behind him, there were ghosts that were pierced by the chain and connected together one after another.

(End of this chapter)