The car door slowly closed, the firelight was gradually thrown behind, and the sea of ​​​​fire that stretched for unknown miles slowly disappeared.

Yang Jian watched that scene in silence, and the darkness ahead was still cold and strange.

It was very quiet inside the bus, and the number 5 on the red sign was very eye-catching.

Yang Jian leaned on the driver's seat and looked at the darkness ahead, wondering what he was thinking.

This time he went to deliver the letter, which took seven days. He was to bury an old man. It was very dangerous and the old man was very scary.

During condolences, hundreds of ghosts enter the mourning hall, and during funerals, hundreds of ghosts accompany them.

It was very fierce, but Yang Jian didn't care. Although the evil ghost was scary, it couldn't kill him.

The Interpol officer on the bus, Zhou Deng, also attended the funeral with him.

Zhou Deng is not very honest and likes to follow things. During this trip to the old house, this guy messed with the lantern on the door once.

As a result, the evil ghost appeared in the old house in advance. If Yang Jian hadn't used his own lantern to temporarily hold it up, who knows what else would have happened.

Fortunately, the letter delivery ended successfully without any major setbacks.

Yang Jian turned his head and looked at the woman wearing a cheongsam, his eyes thoughtful.

…

…

Under the dim sky, figures surged, and pieces of blood-stained yellow cloth were thrown into the soil.

Zhang Xianguang looked at the large group of ghost slaves, sighed, and turned to look at a middle-aged man holding a book.

"Master Li, do you really have to kill all the ghost slaves before you can control Zhang Jiao's fierce ghost?" Zhang Xianguang casually broke the neck of a ghost slave.

The ghost slave began to rot in an instant, and then turned into a white skeleton.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you are asked to kill you, you will be killed. After seeing so many people, I feel that you are suitable for the evil ghost in Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue happens to feel the same way."

Li Chunfeng looked at the ghost slaves around him. These were actually powerful ghosts, but the source was slightly pulled by him and then restricted.

The method to control this fierce ghost is very simple, kill all the ghost slaves, snatch the supernatural beings from the ghost slaves, and then control the source.

"Oh... ok." Zhang Xianguang looked at these hundreds of thousands of ghost slaves with a bitter look on his face.

"Talk less and do more. I have to suppress the evil ghost. You kill it quickly. I will give you ten days. If you can't control this ghost within ten days, then I will let this ghost control you.

"Li Chunfeng said to Zhang Xianguang expressionlessly.

After saying that, he ignored Zhang Xianguang's expression and turned around and walked towards a Taoist temple behind him.

There were countless fierce ghosts suppressed by Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue died suddenly and strangely this time.

"Zhang Jiao can actually revive the evil spirit. Hasn't he become an alien? But how could he live for so long without becoming an alien?"

"No, that's not right. Zhang Jiao must have completely turned into a ghost and lost his memory, so he revived."

Li Chunfeng looked at the book in his hand, his eyes a little solemn, this news was not good.

Being an alien can live for a long time, and can even be said to be immortal.

But here comes the question, what if you completely turn into a ghost? What if you turn into the kind of evil ghost who only has the habit of killing people?

Even if that person is dead, his memory has been assimilated by the ghost.

"We have to discuss it with Yuan Tiangang and ask Kong Ming what he thinks." Li Chunfeng thought in his heart.

Zhang Xianguang exhaled and looked at Li Chunfeng's back, feeling a little helpless. He turned to look at the hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans, shook his head and was speechless.

"Oh...just kill him."

The sky was gloomy, and on the vast plains, a middle-aged man wearing a middle-shirt was walking among the yellow scarves.

All these ghost slaves are motionless. The source has been restricted, and these ghost slaves will no longer attack living people.

On the cracked earth, bones piled up like mountains, and the blood-stained yellow cloth was submerged in the soil.

The coldness permeates the plains, and the gloomy air is just childish here.

Weirdness and horror are the theme here.

…

…

Dadong City, inside a bus station.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"Huh? What happened?"

A few high school students were chatting under the stop sign.

"Have you seen those photos? They are about Dahai City." A boy said in a low voice.

"Oh, you said this, I saw it, but isn't it false? Officials have come out to refute the rumors." A tall and thin boy suddenly realized, but then he said with some doubts.

There have been some photos of Dahai City that have gone viral on the Internet recently. Without exception, all of the photos above show the appearance of a lifeless ruin.

The cities in those photos look like they have been abandoned for decades and hundreds of years.

Many people say that it is Dahai City, but this is obviously impossible. Who knows what Dahai City looks like and how it could be like this.

It must be a photo that was rumored by someone, but the official has come out to refute the rumor.

From this, we can conclude that those photos are fake and are a means used by some criminals to disrupt social order.

"Fake? Who told you it was fake?" A boy looked a little lonely and said with a wry smile.

"Isn't it? Hasn't the official come out to refute the rumors? Why don't you believe the official?" At this time, another boy spoke.

After hearing this, the boy fell silent. He looked at the two people talking, and tears began to flash in his eyes.

When they saw this scene, they immediately felt something was wrong and were a little confused:

"What's wrong with you? Aren't they just some photos that spread rumors? Are you like this? Do you really believe it?" A girl said with some disdain.

Hearing this, the boy became even more silent, lowering his head and saying nothing.

Seeing this scene, the others were even more surprised. They wanted to ask something, but at this moment, a girl standing next to the boy suddenly said:

"It's true. Those photos are all real. His sister goes to school in Dahai City. A few days ago, his sister called him. I was right next to him. I heard clearly that his sister was crying.

Let him save her..."

"Stop talking!" The boy suddenly grabbed the girl's hand, his eyes full of pain and pleading.

When the girl saw this scene, she didn't say any more, she just held the boy's hand tightly without saying a word.

The rest of the people were silent after hearing these words. The boy who started the conversation just now was a little silent. After a while, he said guiltily:

"I'm sorry, I didn't know this before."

The boy shook his head and said nothing. He just wiped his face and looked at the road ahead silently.

The expressions on the other people's faces changed a bit. They actually didn't believe this in their hearts.

But what the boy said seemed to be true, and it didn't seem like a joke.

For a moment, their hearts felt heavy.

Didi

The bus slowly began to enter the station. As the bus arrived, their heavy hearts were washed away a bit.

Lin Qian glanced at the students and stopped paying attention. He looked at Yang Jian who was standing at the door of the bus.

Yang Jian also looked at him, but he didn't say anything and made way for him.

"Are you going to a supernatural place?"

Yang Jian looked at Lin Qian sitting in the first row and asked.

"Well, I have to get some things." Lin Qian said.

"Is that so? There seems to be a problem in Dahai City. Ye Zhen is dead? Or something." Yang Jian asked.

Lin Qian looked at the students who entered the bus with a very calm expression.

"Ye Zhen is not dead, Dahai City is gone."

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at Lin Qian with some solemnity:

"Falled?"

Lin Qian looked at the bus sign. The number on it was seven, which meant there were seven ghosts on the bus at the moment.

Yang Jian also noticed this. He looked at the strange bride who was leaning against Lin Qian. As soon as the couple came up, the sign on the bus jumped.

From five to seven, the bus obviously thought Lin Qianye was a ghost.

"Well, it fell. It was most likely that he was killed by Ye Zhen. This guy almost died. I came out in time, and he died directly on me." Lin Qian said.

At this time, the bus doors began to close and the vehicle began to move.

The lights inside the bus were also dimmed a little. No one among the new passengers noticed this strange mood, and they all chatted on their own.
To be continued...