Mysterious resurgence

Yang Jian and Guitong acted separately. One went to erase the memories of those acquaintances, and the other took advantage of this safe time to grow.

Time passed quickly, and Yang Jian's actions were also urgent.

He traveled back and forth across the city, not only erasing the memories of his acquaintances, but also helping Wang Shanshan erase the memories of her acquaintances. As there were fewer and fewer acquaintances in this world, Yang Jian's eyes changed more and more. obvious.

He saw that the whole world was becoming more and more illusory, and the faces of living people in his eyes began to gradually become blurred.

"I can feel that the limit is approaching. As long as I erase the memories of some acquaintances, the constraints of this world on me will become minimal, and I will be able to escape from here."

Yang Jian secretly thought that he was now in a city, covered in ghosts and continuing to search for so-called acquaintances.

But when he was taking action, Mr. Qin from the headquarters was also taking action.

A supernatural bus is driving on the road at the moment, but instead of familiar city buildings on both sides of the road, there is a dark and weird place. Obviously this is an incomprehensible supernatural place that no living person can set foot in. Only with the help of the supernatural bus Only cars can travel through it.

The bus didn't stop all the way. Although it wasn't traveling fast enough, it was able to cross the two places in an incredible way.

The distance seemed to be magically rewritten at this moment.

soon.

The bus stopped. This was the first stop, but there was no stop. Instead, it stopped in an alley in an old city. The alley was obviously very narrow, but the bus moved in an unreasonable way. forced his way in.

Mr. Qin didn't say anything. He just opened the bus door and sounded the horn.

"Beep! Beep!"

The dull, hoarse whistle sounded intermittently, as if it was about to disappear at any time.

After finishing these things, Mr. Qin didn't speak and just sat in the driver's seat and waited quietly.

However, not long after, in the corridor of this old residential building, a wrinkled, slightly hunched-backed old woman who looked lifeless walked out slowly, carrying a basket.

The old woman raised her eyelids slightly and looked in the direction of the driver's seat, revealing a strange look, but soon she walked up to the car door and found a seat in the car to sit down.

When Mr. Qin saw that the passengers had boarded the bus, he drove the bus forward again. Soon it passed through the wall in front, disappeared into reality, and drove into a strange place that was incomprehensible.

"I thought you would never drive again. Why did you sound the horn this time? Is there something going on?"

Although the old woman carrying the basket is old and full of lifelessness, she is very kind and speaks in a very soft tone, which makes people feel good about her.

"A very powerful young man has appeared. I can't handle it alone. I need your help." Mr. Qin said while driving.

The old woman raised her eyelids slightly and said: "I'm about to die. I don't want to pay attention to too many things. And isn't it a good thing that the young people are powerful? But it's really strange that there are young people who can't even deal with you."

After saying this, she was silent for a while, and then said: "This is the last time, there will be no next time."

"Don't worry, there won't be a next time." Old Qin replied without replying.

The old woman stopped talking, just closed her eyes and leaned on the chair to rest.

The bus continued along an eerie road, preparing to head to its next stop.

The seemingly long road actually didn't take long, and soon the surrounding scenery was no longer in a city, but in a suburb. This suburb was dim even in the daytime, and under the dim sky Below, old tombs are located in the distance.

There are a lot of these old graves, and they form a huge cemetery.

The bus continued driving along the cemetery for a while and soon stopped in front of a wooden house.

This wooden house is very inconspicuous. It is located in the cemetery. If you don't look carefully, it will be easily ignored. Mr. Qin drove the bus and accurately stopped opposite the wooden house.

The old, almost rotten wooden house is located in this strange cemetery. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for anyone to survive here.

However, Mr. Qin still sounded the horn as before.

The horn of the old supernatural bus echoed in this weird cemetery.

soon.

"Crunch!"

There was a sound of the old wooden door opening, and someone walked out of the wooden house. He was an old man, cold and weird, exuding a rotten atmosphere, as if he was going to die at any time.

The old man paused for a moment in front of the wooden door, and looked at the bus with a pair of dark eyes without pupils, as if he was sizing it up.

After a while, the old man in the wooden house finally left the wooden house and got on the bus.

"It's been a long time since I took this bus. We old guys shouldn't have met. No one knows who will die first."

The old man who came out of the cemetery took a look, then found a place to sit down.

The old woman carrying the basket said: "Recently, there was a great young man in the supernatural circle. He was making such a big fuss that even Xiao Qin couldn't deal with it, so he had to pull this old guy out."

"So that's it." The old man in the cemetery moved slightly.

The old woman said again: "Let's take a trip. It won't take long. I'll send you back after the matter is over. It won't delay anything."

"That's not true. I just left in a hurry and went to fight again. I didn't bring some things with me." The old man from the cemetery looked out the window.

Following his gaze, there was an old shovel standing next to the cemetery wooden house, and a rusty coffin nail was nailed to the wooden pillar of the cemetery entrance not far away.

"It's okay. With your words, this thing can be successful, but I don't want any accidents to happen, so let's go to the next stop."

Mr. Qin said something and then continued to drive the bus.

In the carriage, the two old men said nothing, just sat in their seats and waited quietly.

At this moment, Yang Jian would never have imagined that in the world three years ago, in order to deal with him, Mr. Qin actually drove a supernatural bus to pull out those ghost controllers from the Republic of China who were about to die.

Meng Xiaodong, the old woman in Room 301.

Cemetery owner Luo Qian.

But that's not all, Mr. Qin actually wants to find the next one.

However, at this time, the ghost controller named Li Qingzhi who was guarding the Caesar Hotel should be dead and would probably not come.

But the remaining few still had plenty of food.

Zhang Dong, an old man in an ancient house.

Ghost Post Office Luo Wensong.

And the drugstore owner who is still alive three years later

It would be very terrifying if these top figures from the Republic of China met before they died and joined forces.

And if this is the second wave of attacks, even Yang Jian, who has a pair of ghost eyes and two nails in the coffin, doesn't think he can handle it at this moment.

really.

After successfully blocking the first wave of attacks, the world's counterattack was desperate and suffocating.

Time passed little by little.

Yang Jian didn't waste time. He found Zhang Fen, the mother of this world, in a city.

At this moment, Zhang Fen is still working, working hard to make money, and raising Yang Jian, who is now in school, as a single mother.

Yang Jian, who had no hesitation in attacking anyone, was a little slower now.

But in the end he took action.

Memory wipe.

Everything about Yang Jian disappeared in Zhang Fen's memory.

This is the person he is most familiar with, and he has the greatest restraint on Yang Jian in this world, even more than the restraints placed on him by a dozen other familiar people.

With Zhang Fen's memory erased, Yang Jian now feels as if he can try to use his supernatural power to escape from this world.

Looked at the time.

It is half past two.

"Yes, it seems that I have accomplished my goal ahead of schedule. The remaining acquaintance who restrains me the most is probably my father."

Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and after careful counting, he found that Yang Xiaotian, who was hiding in the ghost dream world, still remembered him.

And this is the most difficult person to erase from memory.

The only way is to enter the world of ghost dreams and kill them.

But it's not necessary.

Yang Jian felt that it was enough to achieve this step, and the rest of the people didn't have to deal with it. This world has very little restraint on him.

"Get ready to contact Wang Shanshan to see how the situation is over there. If everything goes well, it's best to get out of here before the second wave of attacks arrives, so as not to cause unnecessary danger and trouble." Yang Jian immediately stood up and planned to Leave the city.

But just as he was walking on the road, he was about to use the ghost realm to leave.

Suddenly.

Two dim lights lit up from the side, followed by a weird horn sound. An old bus appeared out of nowhere and immediately drove towards Yang Jian.

What makes people feel incredible is that Yang Jian's ghost realm can't stop the bus at all, and the ghost realm is torn apart instantly.

"boom!"

Such a sudden situation caught Yang Jian by surprise. He suffered a car accident and was knocked out by the bus.

After hitting Yang Jian, the old bus was parked diagonally on the sidewalk, motionless.

Obviously, the person who drove the bus just now was heading for Yang Jian, and someone wanted to hit him to death with the car.

Yang Jian lay motionless on the ground, as if he was really dead.

But then.

The bus stalled, the lights went out, and then the door opened, and an old man with age spots and a cane slowly got out of the bus.

"Don't lie on the ground if you're not dead. This little trick can't fool an old man like me." Mr. Qin glanced at him and didn't approach, but said slowly.

"It really hurts, old man. Did my father die after being hit by this thing?" Yang Jian struggled and slowly stood up from the ground.

He realized it now.

The world's second wave of attacks against him had arrived.

Sure enough, it was not on the same level as the previous attacks, and one strike was enough to be fatal.

Fortunately he was able to restart.