Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

Deep in the ancestral hall, a dilapidated temple was surrounded by fog alone.

There was a dim light in the dilapidated temple, which symbolized safety, but at this moment the light flickered.

Beside the scarlet blood coffin, the black-hatted man and Feng An were on pins and needles.

"Bang!"

Another knocking sound came from the blood coffin, and this ordinary sound exploded in their heads like thunder.

"Damn, the guy inside hasn't woken up yet?" The black-hatted man said with a worried look.

"It shouldn't be. The spiritual balance here was the work of the ghost controllers in the past. They can turn this village into a ghost breeding ground. They must be very powerful, so the spiritual balance they designed is not so easy to destroy."

Feng An grinned, and he didn't know where he got the courage.

Maybe he just couldn't accept the destruction of the spiritual balance, so he found all kinds of excuses to comfort himself.

"It's not just the one in the blood coffin, I feel like the one on the beam is about to wake up too..." The black-hatted man said worriedly. Even though he was experienced, he couldn't help but panic when he encountered this situation.

He no longer planned to retire in the dilapidated temple.

This dilapidated temple was no longer safe.

On the beam, the highly decayed oil corpse was still shaking slightly, with its dark red pointed tongue hanging down to its chest, still looking ferocious.

"No, it's just the wind, don't be startled!" Feng An said excitedly.

"Wind? Where is the wind here? And why didn't the oil corpse shake just now but now!" The black-hatted man was obviously not so easily perfunctory.

"This..." Feng An hesitated for a while, then said decisively,

"Isn't it obvious? Our talking disturbs the air flow here. The balance designed by the ghost master is very delicate and sensitive to air flow. So let's not talk, stay still, nothing will happen!"

The black hat man sighed helplessly after hearing this. Feng An had already started talking nonsense.

"Bang!!!"

Just then, a very loud knocking sound came, as if the person in the blood coffin was pounding the coffin board hard.

"Damn, the evil ghost inside is really awake, it wants to come out!" The black hat man was shocked.

At this moment, he had no room for hesitation. There was no doubt that the balance of this broken temple had been broken.

"So what if it's awake! The corpse oil lamp is still on, we are still safe..." Feng An retorted, but his voice was also weak.

"Don't fool yourself here, we must do something!" The black hat man began to worry.

At this moment, the highly decomposed oil corpse shook more violently, and the flame of the corpse oil lamp began to fluctuate, as if it would go out at any time.

"We should take the corpse oil lamp over. If it goes out, we're really finished!" The black-hatted man urged.

"How can this be done? What if we don't have enough corpse oil after we take it away?" Feng An immediately retorted.

"Damn..." The black-hatted man spat, and he was really convinced by this old man.

"Then are you going to watch it go out?" The black-hatted man said in a serious tone.

"This..." Feng An began to hesitate, and looked at the shaking hideous oil corpse with horror, and said in an excited tone,

"Go if you want!"

"Damn it, this guy is really a coward." The black-hatted man cursed in his heart, but he couldn't do anything about this guy. The most urgent thing was to keep the corpse oil lamp.

So he walked towards the altar and prepared to take the corpse oil lamp over.

At this moment, the oil corpse stopped shaking and began to rotate slowly.

The light of the corpse oil lamp returned to normal.

"What's going on..." The black-hatted man was a little confused.

Feng An, who was huddled in the corner, was delighted to see this:

"I've said that the spiritual balance is not so easy to destroy. The shaking of the oil corpse must be caused by the wind. There is no need to make a fuss."

Is that really the case?

The black-hatted man looked at the oil corpse in front of him and fell into confusion.

"Bang!!!"

At this time, a loud noise came, and the lid of the blood coffin jumped visibly.

"Damn, this evil ghost is coming out, hurry up, suppress it!" The black-hatted man was immediately terrified.

Obviously, the light of the corpse oil lamp was not enough to suppress the evil ghost in the blood coffin, and they had to intervene.

Without hesitation, the black-hatted man immediately activated the ghost windbreaker and prepared to suppress the blood coffin.

The blood coffin was suspended on four floor tiles, so the cuffs of the ghost windbreaker could tie the blood coffin several times.

"Bang!"

After being tied by the sleeves of the ghost windbreaker, the coffin lid was still jumping, but the jumping force was much weaker.

Feng An also realized that something was wrong when he saw this, and activated the ability of the ghost skin, pressing down the coffin lid with his muscular hands.

Under the joint suppression of the two, the coffin lid stopped jumping, but there was still a slight knocking sound inside.

"It's suppressed for the time being." Black HatThe man breathed a sigh of relief.

The corpse oil lamp and the blood coffin returned to normal, and the spiritual balance was temporarily stabilized.

Under the beam, the oil corpse was still slowly rotating, and every time it turned, the hideous face would pass in front of the two.

The black-hatted man looked at the oil corpse quietly, with an unspeakable worry in his heart.

"Oh my god, don't keep staring at that ghost thing!" Feng An hurriedly dissuaded him.

"I don't want to, but have you noticed that the face of this oil corpse is changing?" The black-hatted man said with a worried look.

Feng An also endured the fear and looked at the oil corpse. After observing for a while, he also understood the feelings of the black-hatted man.

Every time it turned, the hideous face of the oil corpse seemed to change slightly.

Was its mouth so open before? The eyeballs seemed to have turned in a different direction? The muscles on the face seemed to have changed?

They had no way to compare these details, but they felt that the oil corpse was becoming more hideous.

Suddenly, the face of the oil corpse turned again, and the dark red tongue hanging down to the chest seemed to roll.

"Ha..."

A barely audible exhalation sound came.

The two people's scalps suddenly numbed.

"Damn, this thing won't wake up, right?" The black-hatted man said worriedly.

"It shouldn't, it's hung by a black rope!" Feng An retorted.

But the black-hatted man still felt a little uneasy. His ghost windbreaker was wrapped around the black coffin, making it difficult for him to move, so he turned to Feng An and said:

"Go and get the black blood sword, it's safer this way."

But Feng An said with some embarrassment after hearing this:

"It's unnecessary. The spiritual balance is still very stable now, and the black blood sword is so powerful that it's definitely not something that everyone can get."

"It's really cowardly!" The black-hatted man was furious.

He began to miss Jiang Yan. He used to be safe with Jiang Yan, at least he felt much more at ease.

But Jiang Yan had died in the ghost den.

Thinking of this, the black-hatted man couldn't help but sigh with regret.

"Chi..."

At this time, a crisp sound came, as if something was torn apart.

"This is..." The black-hatted man realized something and immediately looked at the black rope on the beam.

The oil corpse had just turned so many times, and the black rope had been twisted very thin, as if it would break at any time.

Although the black rope is a supernatural item and will not be damaged after twisting a few times, it is hanging a terrifying evil spirit.

"Damn, the oil corpse woke up a long time ago, and it has been eroding the black rope!" The black-hatted man exclaimed.

"What!" Feng An also looked at the oil corpse in horror.

At this time, the oil corpse just turned in front of them, and the pupils turned, as if looking at them.

The dark red tongue suddenly retracted, and the grinning corners of the mouth seemed to be laughing.

"Bang!"

Just then, the black rope broke, and the oil corpse fell to the ground.

The corpse oil lamp was also overturned and extinguished.

The ruined temple suddenly became dark...