Mysterious resurgence

Zhang Hao, Zheng Yaowen and the three girls who were traveling with them fell behind because they got off the bus late.

When the cry in front of the grave in the field rang out, the people at the front who got off the bus first were unlucky. They made a very incomprehensible action, kneeling directly on the ground and facing the grave in the distance. Xiang Xiang started to cry, but the crying stopped after a few tears.

Several people just cried to death silently in front of them.

The sad expression on his face before his death, as well as the despair and fear revealed in his lifeless eyes, made people's hair stand on end and their hearts frightened.

This is no longer just a supernatural incident, but a horrific ghost murder incident.

The ghost weeping in the fields is killing these passengers getting off the bus in some unbelievable way.

In fear, everyone could only scream and run away.

However, several passengers ran a few steps before suddenly stopping, turning around, kneeling on the ground, and crying in the direction of the earthen graves in the fields.

Hearing the cries of those people, Zhang Hao and Zheng Yaowen were so frightened that they almost collapsed.

Because this kind of crying is simply a reminder. Whoever kneels on the ground crying is destined to die. The corpses on the ground before are the best proof.

About to run in the other direction.

But Yang Jian's words suddenly gave them a sense of direction in their despair.

Back in the car?

I don't know why, but seeing Yang Jian's calm look standing in front of the car door, several people couldn't help but feel an almost blind sense of trust in their hearts, thinking that the car was the safest place, and the outside was simply not too scary.

Without thinking much, he rolled and crawled towards the bus.

"Woo~!" The crying continued, like an evil ghost demanding life.

now.

Except for the five of them who were returning from the bus, the rest of the people who had left the bus scattered in all directions.

Although he didn't know where he had gone, the chance of surviving the crying was only one in ten thousand.

"The cry of this ghost will kill the people close to it first, but others will not escape the fate of being killed. It is just a matter of time. In this way, this ghost belongs to the existence of indiscriminate killing." Yang Jian also He heard the cry, but he didn't seem to be affected.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m on a bus.

"Ah~!"

Among the five people who ran back at this time, one girl seemed to be wearing high heels. She accidentally twisted her body and fell to the ground out of balance.

"Feng Xiaolu, let's go quickly." Zheng Yaowen glanced back subconsciously, intending to go back and give him a hand.

As a result, as soon as they turned around, the faces of him and the girl named Feng Xiaolu couldn't help but twitch, making sad and crying expressions. As soon as they sat down with this expression, tears fell uncontrollably. It only took a few seconds for the two of them. They cried one after another.

Then his body refused to obey and he knelt down towards the earthen grave in the field.

It’s over~!

Zheng Yaowen and the girl named Feng Xiaolu both had this desperate thought in their minds at this moment.

They made these movements unconsciously, as if their bodies were no longer under control and only their own consciousness belonged to them.

Yang Jian's face was calm when he saw this scene, as if the death of the two people had no impact on him at all.

Slightly make way.

The remaining Zhang Hao and the remaining two girls ran back to the bus smoothly.

There were only these three people. None of the other people who got off the bus came back alive.

How long has it been?

And they all fell into the hands of a ghost.

"If I had gotten off the bus just now, if I didn't know how to return to the bus to protect myself, I don't know how long I could have lasted in the hands of that ghost."

Yang Jian looked at the corpses kneeling on the ground in the direction of the grave mound, and couldn't help but clench his fists and feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.

If he were to define the horror level of this ghost, it would definitely be A level.

On the same level as the Knocker.

When it came to creating a file and naming this ghost, Yang Jian felt that he could name this ghost the Graveweeping Ghost.

"Congratulations, you have survived this death situation." He looked away, looked at the three people who almost collapsed, and said slowly: "Don't be so afraid, I have experienced similar experiences to you before, and I will meet you more in the future. You'll get used to it after a few times."

Zhang Hao and the others were quite lucky. With their own reminders, three of them survived.

Zhang Hao didn't speak. He was trembling with fear. The two girls who survived also curled up and trembled.

"Adapt as soon as possible. Don't forget that you haven't left here yet and are still in danger." Yang Jian ignored them and continued to look outside the car.

Because at this time he found that the person was dead and the crying outside also stopped.

But the grave in the field still stood there, looking particularly eye-catching in the dim environment that had just fallen into the night.

etc.

Where did the ghost that was kneeling in front of the grave and crying just now go?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed, and he realized that the ghost who was kneeling in front of the grave just now and crying at the grave had no shadow at this time. He just disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he disappeared out of thin air.

"No, it didn't disappear, it was next to it."

The next moment, when Yang Jian found traces of the ghost, even he was shocked.

A man wearing mourning clothes had arrived at the back of the car at some point, and with his head lowered, he slowly walked toward the entrance to the front of the car.

Looking at this scene, it wants to get in the car.

"Oh shit."

Yang Jian's hair stood on end.

If such a grave-crying ghost got into the car and started crying in the car, it would be ridiculous and everyone in the car would die.

Want to stop it?

Yang Jian suddenly came up with this idea.

Using ghost shadow might be able to restrain this ghost and make it kneel outside.

But everything here is too weird. Even if I block the grave-crying ghost, the changes it can bring seem to be minimal. Xu Feng just said that this bus will have another stop, and maybe there will be another stop at the next stop. If there are ghosts getting in the car, do you want to stop them?

"Back off."

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and gave up trying to stop the ghost from getting into the car.

Everything here is abnormal, so it is better to save your energy and use all your strength to protect yourself instead of fighting against an A-level ghost.

Currently, I don't have a ghost candle or a gold container in my hand, so I will be at a huge disadvantage if I go head-to-head.

He retreated to the back of the car, keeping the distance while also acquiescing to the fact that the grave-crying ghost got on the car.

soon.

The man wearing mourning clothes and walking slowly stepped onto the bus.

It wears a white filial piety hat on its head, and a piece of white cloth hangs down to cover its face, vaguely revealing the outline of its face. There is a dead air all over its body, without any breath of life.

that's all.

After getting in the car, the grave-crying ghost sat down in the seat closest to the car door, and then seemed to be still. He sat motionless in his seat. There was no other movement, and the terrible grave-crying sound was not heard.

Everything is back to normal again.

"Do not cry?"

Yang Jian felt a little surprised, but then analyzed: "Does this ghost have to be in front of the grave to cry? Or is it that this bus has a suppressive effect on ghosts, and the ghosts who get on the bus are in a suppressed state? , can’t kill people easily?”

There are two possibilities.

But for now, it seems that this extremely dangerous grave-crying ghost who cried himself to death on the bus is not a threat for the time being.

now.

Yang Jian saw that the number of passengers on the electronic display screen on the bus changed from 1 to 2 again.

Zhang Hao and others who returned to the bus before were not counted, only this grave-crying ghost was counted in the number of passengers.

But was there an unknown ghost among those who got off the bus with the crowd?

"The number of ghosts in the car is still two. One went down before, and now another one comes up. The changes in the numbers have almost matched up." Yang Jian felt particularly heavy.

Because there is a ghost in the car whose identity has not yet been determined.

The time has reached five minutes at this time.

The bus started again.

With no one behind the wheel, the car door suddenly slammed shut, and then it slowly left the temporary stop under the telephone pole and continued to drive along the kilometer.