Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 148
at last.

The horrific carnage stopped.

Looking at the unrecognizable corpse in front of him, Song Hai numbly stood up and threw away the bloody dagger in his hand.

For him, when he learned that his wife was brought into the Caesar Hotel by Fang Le, who was also a ghost master, he already knew that he might never see his lover again.

It was also from that day that Song Hai planned revenge. In order to make up the gap between himself and Fang Le, and to prevent Yuan Ping from being uncontrollable, he also prepared a mutilated spiritual weapon.

During this period of time, he has been suppressing the hatred in his heart, just waiting for an excellent opportunity.

Fortunately, Song Hai waited.

He didn't care what the welcoming team outside was. Since he had created a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for himself, it was naturally impossible to miss it. He decisively took out the dagger on his body and completed revenge.

"you……"

Watching Song Hai turn around, Yuanping's expression was complicated, he didn't know what to say, for fear of irritating Song Hai who was emotionally unstable again.

Looking back at all kinds of gazes, all of them contained something called "vigilance", Song Hai smiled, bent down to pick up the dagger beside him, and said his final goodbye:

"I regret... I took this path at first to protect myself, but the deeper I was entangled with those ghosts, the more my family members around me were hurt. I've had enough, I've had enough. gone."

After finishing speaking, he raised the dagger high and stabbed it into his chest. With a relieved smile, he fell into eternal sleep.

"Don't be impulsive..." Yuan Ping wanted to stop Song Hai from committing suicide, but it all happened too quickly.

Unlike Fang Le, who treats all ordinary people as scum that can be played with after controlling the ghosts, Song Hai has always appeared as a good old man and is a very trustworthy teammate.

Although he didn't know exactly what happened between Song Hai and Fang Le, but combined with some previous details and Song Hai's non-logical question, it can be analyzed that it must be Fang Le's problem.

Looking at Song Hai who committed suicide, Luo Qian felt very uncomfortable. Maybe it was some kind of sympathy among good people. He seemed to feel the sadness, and sighed: "Brother Ye, we are the only ones left now." Three."

Lin Fan nodded, feeling very uncomfortable: "No matter what, some things are inevitable. To put it bluntly, the supernatural circle is also a world. Since it is a world, there must be grievances."

In this short 10 minutes.

First, the woman in the hat and the woman in the basket were oppressed by the ghosts of the sedan chair, then they were eroded by side effects and died tragically in the carriage, and then there were infighting among the few remaining passengers, and the final result was equivalent to dying together.

These two pieces of news, for them who already lacked immediate combat power, were tantamount to making matters worse.

The only good news is that although the supernatural bus has been assimilated by the welcoming team outside and is retreating along the mountain road, at least they have not triggered the law of killing and are still alive.

So to be alive means there is still hope.

Besides, it wasn't true that Lin Fan had no other options.

He fumbled for the writing brush in his pocket, and the lock of hair that He Liansheng gave him as a gift. If nothing else happened, this lock of hair could at least reawaken the foxtail brush, which meant he had a chance to change the situation.

And with the things hidden in Fang Le's bag, after feeding them to the ghost species, it is not a problem to temporarily break free from the suppression.

"This is my last hole card..."

"You must find the right time to make a move, otherwise, if you miss this opportunity, I'm afraid you will really be trapped to death on the supernatural bus this time."

Lin Fan took a deep breath and looked solemnly.

Having experienced life and death considerations again and again, although I am not nervous, I am not too used to this feeling.

He must find a suitable opportunity, so waiting for the opportunity is the next thing to do.

The bus is only being corroded and manipulated. Fortunately, the windows are still there, and the view has not been blocked... Lin Fan turned around and looked at the scene outside the window, and laughter kept ringing in his ears.

Under the assimilation of the welcoming team, the bus merged with the team, which seemed particularly abrupt.

What is slightly different is that after being completely eroded by the supernatural bus, the big red sedan chair walked to the front of the line.

next to the bus.

As for the protruding palm inside, it has also changed, with half of the snow-white wrist stretched out more.

The clear jade bracelets were worn on the snow-white wrists, rippling slightly as the team moved forward, and they were extremely eye-catching on the mountain trails at night.

"Where will we be taken? In other words, where is the destination of these things? Since it is a marriage reception, after receiving the bride, we must go back home. Could it be that we will go to participate in the ceremony next?" A wedding?"

Many questions popped up in Lin Fan's mind.

He was very interested in the "people" in the sedan chair. If he could learn more useful information, he might be able to deduce the law of killing.

Finding that Lin Fan was deep in thought, Luo Qian said pleasantly, "Brother Ye, have you figured out a solution?"

"I almost have a clue."

Lin Fan asked Luo Qian to take care of Yuan Ping, whose eyesight and hearing were limited, for a while, and thought, "Let's wait and see where these ghost things end up, and we'll make a decision on the next step."

"Okay! As expected of Brother Ye!"

Lin Fan's calm tone and calm analysis gave Luo Qian a little confidence in whether he could escape from birth, and the request to take care of Yuan Ping was even simpler. He approached his ear and repeated what he said just now. .

"In this case, it's all up to you, Brother Ye." Sitting on the nearest seat, Yuan Ping's voice was inevitably a little uneasy.

"It's okay, we will resolutely give up on you when we can't save you." Lin Fan said directly.

"I, I know..."

Everyone knows this kind of thing well, it's better to say it openly, after all, even one's own life may not be in one's hands, and it's useless to say some fake words, just be worthy of one's conscience.

After a simple conversation.

The only three people in the carriage began to observe the surroundings.

Once any unusual clues are found, they can be reported to Lin Fan immediately, and he will make a decision.

"Boom boom boom——"

Weird laughter, piercing gongs and drums.

Now add another bus.

The seemingly massive welcoming team marched in neat steps along this winding mountain road.

Almost an hour or so passed.

At the end of the mountain road, there is a huge house located in the valley.

Why is it called a huge house, because compared to ordinary houses, this one not far away is really too big, like a gray castle, living here quietly.

"A lot of lanterns!"

Looking at the red lanterns hanging on both sides of the door, Luo Qian estimated that there were no less than twenty red lanterns, and couldn't help sighing.

But when he looked carefully at those lanterns, he was shocked to find that there were twisted and thin figures hidden inside the lanterns!

These figures grabbed the swaying flames with their hands and hid them inside the lanterns, as if lighting the flames with themselves.

(End of this chapter)