Mysterious resurgence

Only eight minutes have passed since the agreed fifteen minutes.

However, this supernatural place has begun to show its real horror. Countless ghosts with yellow paper on their faces are coming from all directions, and the air is filled with the smell of burning paper ash, but Yang Jian is not aware of all this. It felt strange. When he was still delivering letters, he and Zhou Deng passed by here on a supernatural bus.

But that time the bus stopped at an intersection, and there was a brazier at that intersection, and the yellow paper burning in the brazier was.

The crossroads I passed by at the beginning should be in this quiet county town, but now it is just the same place, but a different location.

The incoming ghosts blocked everyone's escape route, including Yang Jian.

In this case, just relying on supernatural influence can make the nearby ghost domain disappear. The only way to survive is to restart the supernatural bus, and then the remaining people can escape to the bus for refuge.

But now the bus has stalled, and if you want to restart it, you can only wait. As for how long to wait, no one can be sure, because this is a random time.

However, the attack of ghosts has already come.

The few remaining ghost masters who got off the bus dare to stay where they are at this moment, even if they are facing the ball rolling on the ground, they have to take action.

"Going near the bus is our only way to survive. We can only survive if the bus restarts. The rest depends on luck."

In this emergency situation, no one has time to bear grudges against Yang Jian. If they don't want to die, they can only continue to struggle, put all hatred behind, and try every means to survive.

"Let's move together and rush forward."

The remaining four ghost masters did not have internal strife at this time, nor did they care about themselves. Instead, they united in a tacit understanding.

Because everyone knows that the probability of survival if you rely on yourself is almost zero. If you work together, a miracle may happen.

These four ghost masters used all means to avoid the rolling ball before being surrounded by the surrounding ghosts. They took great risks and finally successfully arrived at the side of the supernatural bus.

At this moment, the bus's upper and lower doors were open, but it was pitch dark inside and nothing could be seen. Only some weird noises could be vaguely heard inside.

"What should we do now? Even the ghosts can't stay on the supernatural bus after it stalls. If we get on the bus now, we will definitely die." A ghost controller said with a trembling voice.

The man with a rotten face said with a sudden heart: "Wait, let's wait here until the last moment. If the bus hasn't started yet, we have to get on the bus. Instead of facing such a large number of ghosts, we might as well take a gamble. Maybe the bus will The supernatural beings on the bus can't kill us, and maybe we can struggle for a while after we get on the bus. If we're lucky, we might be able to hold on until the bus starts."

"Okay, let's do it."

"I have no objection either."

These ghost masters gritted their teeth and agreed to this crazy and suffocating plan.

Both sides are betting their lives, they just choose a plan that they think is more promising.

now.

The rolling ball under Yang Jian's feet was also quickly deflated and shriveled up. The terrifying supernatural effects were having an impact on his surroundings, which meant that he had now left the ghost realm just now and completely entered the boundaries of this county.

From this moment on, he will be attacked or even killed by a group of ghosts at any time.

The cold breath hit me, making people's hair stand on end at this moment.

Yang Jian did not hesitate. The will-o'-the-wisp ignited instantly and directly enveloped the surrounding area. He used the ghost realm of the will-o'-the-wisp to isolate himself to avoid being targeted by the evil ghosts.

The will-o'-the-wisp burned so fiercely that he was almost engulfed in the flames. The will-o'-the-wisp was still spreading around, directly covering the front row of ghosts.

The fire was burning, trying to ignite the ghost.

The will-o'-the-wisp did work. The ghost at the front was ignited, and its cold body became the fuel for the will-o'-the-wisp and then burned fiercely. While burning, the ghost also lost its ability to move and stood in place unable to move.

But the next moment, more ghosts crossed the burning will-o'-the-wisp and came closer again.

"The ignition speed of the will-o'-the-wisp cannot keep up with the speed of the incoming ghosts. In the face of such a number, no matter how violent my supernatural attack is, it will be insignificant if divided."

Yang Jian understood it at a glance, so he did not plan to use the ghost lake, because these ghosts were enough to fill the ghost lake in a short time, and even the ghost lake could not delay it for too long.

Pulling out the red spear, he held the gun body tightly with his cold ghost hand, and made a wish in a low voice: "Within five minutes, I will not be attacked by evil ghosts."

At this moment, he used the magical power of the wishing ghost to delay time.

The wishing ghost's supernatural powers take effect.

Blood seeped out from the spear, dyeing Yang Jian's palm red, and then spread towards his arm.

Just making a wish once, the supernatural erosion is so great, one can imagine how difficult it will be to realize the wish this time.

Fortunately, Yang Jian only made a wish for five minutes, not ten minutes, or even half an hour, otherwise the price would be even greater than it is now.

"There is no need to bear this price, just restart and let this supernatural erosion disappear." Yang Jian decisively restarted himself after making a wish.

The red-stained arm returned to its original state, and everything seemed as if it had never happened.

The ghosts covered with yellow paper were coming. Although it was full of dangers and crises, Yang Jian was not attacked by the ghosts at this moment.

The wish he made just now came into effect. Within five minutes, he avoided all attacks from the ghosts and was in a protective state.

"It really works."

Yang Jian held the spear and shuttled between the ghosts without any problems. Even when he bumped into the ghosts, the ghosts did not react to him.

"Is there such a thing?" Others in front of the bus were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

They thought that Yang Jian and the ghosts would fight like crazy and eventually die here. Of course, they also thought that Yang Jian had used some means to escape from here, such as restarting the supernatural bus, or using more powerful ghost realms, but the only I never thought that Yang Jian just said a word and the ghost really stopped attacking him.

"This is unreasonable." The man with the rotten face was surprised. Based on his experience, he couldn't understand how Yang Jian did it.

Can his words influence Li Gui?

Even if it can influence powerful ghosts, it is impossible to influence such a large number of ghosts.

But now they can no longer think about this.

Because the ghost had surrounded the bus at this moment, they could not resist and could only watch the ghost approaching.

A strange situation occurred again.

At this moment, a ghost controller suddenly covered his neck and felt a strong suffocation. Then his body quickly shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, deflating instantly like a ball rolling on the ground. In the blink of an eye, it became There was a mummy curled up on the ground.

Without any warning, he was killed by the supernatural.