Horror resurrection, I have a ghost bus

The balance of the ruined temple has been broken. The black-hatted man fumbled in the dark and finally lit the corpse oil lamp.

But the situation was still getting worse. The corpse oil lamp was obviously not enough to suppress the two evil spirits.

So he had to use the black blood sword.

The moment he just held the hilt of the sword, a change occurred. The ghost windbreaker quickly tightened and seemed to be broken at any time.

"What's going on..." The black-hatted man was strangled by the ghost windbreaker.

He didn't expect the side effects of using this black blood sword to be so strong.

This feeling is a bit like the resurrection of evil spirits, but not, because the black-hatted man felt that his will had not weakened.

The ghost windbreaker became tighter and tighter, and finally it seemed to be dragged and began to squeeze towards the hand holding the sword.

"No, this sword wants to absorb the ghost windbreaker!" The black-hatted man immediately understood and was shocked.

If the ghost windbreaker was taken away, the balance of evil spirits in his body would be broken, and the consequences would be disastrous.

"Ahhh!"

The ghost windbreaker was getting tighter and tighter. The black-hatted man was originally very burly, and now his muscles and bones were compressed by the ghost windbreaker, and the severe pain surged like a tide.

But he couldn't give up. On the contrary, he had to use the sword before the ghost windbreaker was absorbed.

He gritted his teeth, endured the pain and raised the black blood sword, his eyes wandering between the oil corpse and the blood coffin.

Which one should he stab? The oil corpse or the evil ghost in the blood coffin?

It depends on which one is more threatening.

While he was hesitating, the oil corpse began to move.

"Da... Da..."

It stepped on the sticky footsteps, turned around and left, and finally stopped in front of Feng An's body that had turned into white bones.

"What is it going to do?" The black-hatted man had a bad premonition in his heart.

Soon, his premonition came true.

The oil corpse bent down, pulled off the ghost skin on Feng An's body, and clumsily put it on its rotten and swollen body.

The ghost skin had revived, dancing in the air like a jellyfish, but it immediately quieted down after being caught by the swollen big hand of the oil corpse.

Soon, the oil corpse put on the ghost skin, and the thin film-like ghost skin tightly bound its rotten and swollen body, looking like a huge sausage, a little funny.

But the black hat man knew that this funny thing was more terrifying than before.

"Damn, this guy is collecting puzzles..." The black hat man was shocked, and at the same time made up his mind that he must get rid of this guy first.

Under the restraint of the ghost windbreaker, his movements were very difficult, and he could only hold the black blood sword and limp towards the oil corpse.

The oil corpse didn't care about his approach at all. It was lowering its head to tidy up the ghost skin on its body, as if it wanted to make this new clothes more docile.

After doing all this, the oil corpse stepped on the greasy footsteps and slowly left the ruined temple.

The strange back disappeared in the darkness outside the door.

"It's gone?" The black hat man looked at the oil corpse in confusion.

The oil corpse seemed to have given up attacking him. I wonder if it was because it was afraid of the corpse oil lamp.

"Bang!"

At this moment, a muffled sound came from the blood coffin, and the coffin lid opened a little more. The deep darkness inside began to shake like waves.

The pale human hand tightly grasped the coffin lid, and seemed to be pushing with all his strength.

"It's you." The black-hatted man walked towards the blood coffin with a firm look.

He could no longer withstand the erosion of the black blood sword, and had to use it as soon as possible, aiming at the coffin lid and stabbing it fiercely.

"Puff!"

The black blood sword easily pierced into the blood coffin, and then it seemed to have stabbed something, and the resistance increased a lot, but it still stabbed down.

At the same time, the ghost windbreaker relaxed, and the black-hatted man's tense muscles were also relieved.

After the black blood sword stabbed, the pale human hand slid down weakly and returned to the blood coffin, and the coffin lid of the blood coffin slowly reset.

"Bang."

The coffin lid was closed again, tightly closed.

After a long time, there was no more movement in the blood coffin. The black-hatted man was sure that it was safe and sat on the ground exhausted.

"It was a close call. Fortunately, I am experienced." He smiled bitterly.

He looked down at the corpse oil lamp in his hand. The pale yellow flame was still burning steadily, but there was not much corpse oil left.

"These corpse oils can burn for three or four hours at most. After that, the evil spirits in the thick fog will approach..."

He knew that he was only temporarily safe and had not escaped from danger.

In the center of the ruined temple, the blood coffin was pierced by the black blood sword, and the evil spirits inside were greatly suppressed.

Whether this suppression was good or bad, the black-hatted man didn't know.

After all, if it was a good thing to seal the coffin directly with the black blood sword, the previous ghost controller would not have had to build such a spiritual balance.

Perhaps doing so would lead to a series of unknown consequences, but the black-hatted man had no choice.

"Gulu..."

In the yard, the mourning clothes that had been kneeling before began to move. They sank one after another and were buried by the black soil.

Soon, the ruined temple was in ruins.There was nothing in front of the temple gate.

Not only that, the black soil was also disappearing, and even the fog that had been shrouding the surroundings was dispersing.

After a few breaths, the fog completely dissipated, and the area around the ruined temple became narrower.

Looking out the door, you can see the gray-white wall at a glance.

"The ancestral hall has been restored? Is it because the blood coffin ghost has been suppressed?" The black-hatted man frowned slightly.

He boldly walked out of the ruined temple and observed the situation around him.

Outside the wall were the sparse bungalows of the village, which looked familiar in his memory and looked very normal.

Could it be that the source of the village's weirdness was solved like this?

The black-hatted man was a little unbelievable.

"Wu."

There were faintly flying sawdust in the air.

He took a closer look and found that the wood of the ruined temple was weathering and melting.

The sky was much darker, and the vision was gray, like the calm before the storm, as if something extremely terrible was brewing.

He looked at the sky and found that the sky not far away was extremely dark. The darkness in that place was pouring out from the ground like black smoke and spreading.

It seemed that something extremely terrifying was about to break out of the ground...

At the same time, deep in the underground cemetery, in the huge stone cave, changes were also happening.

In front of the damp and cold stone wall, the three highly rotten oil corpses were spinning.

"Oh no, the balance here is about to be destroyed, but we haven't pulled out the sword of the black coffin yet." Liu Ming said in a horrified tone.

"No need to pull it out. It must be that the two people in the ruined temple used the black blood sword. The blood coffin ghost was greatly suppressed, and the balance of the village was completely tilted." Jiang Yan said helplessly.

"Well, although the process is different, our goal has been achieved. Next, we will wait for this guy to appear in the world. At that time, we must reach the black well as quickly as possible." Liu Ming looked at the black coffin embedded in the stone wall with sharp eyes.

Now that the blood coffin ghost has been greatly suppressed, the black coffin ghost has begun to gather strength and is ready to control Gongyue Village in one fell swoop.

The two evil spirits will have a final battle. Although the result is certain that the black coffin evil spirit will win, they must escape from the village before the blood coffin evil spirit fails.

This way out is to seek in the gap between the collision of the two evil spirits.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three muffled sounds, three oil corpses fell to the ground, the corpse oil lamps were overturned, and the stone cave suddenly became dark.

"Kacha!"

The sound of wood cracking came, and the evil spirit in the black coffin began to wake up...