Mysterious Resurrection: Seize the Artifact

Chapter 366 The Bus of the Republic of China
The path is winding and rugged, the surrounding trees are swaying in the darkness, and the owls at night stare at the wind and grass in the forest with their gloomy eyes.

If there is a mouse running through the forest, I believe the owl will be happy to spread its wings and kill it.

"This broken place is really unchanging and weird." Lin Qian looked at the dark and lifeless spiritual place, and sighed in his heart.

Walking on the small road, Lin Qian looked at the dark ahead, took out an old notebook from his pocket, opened it and looked at it, and after making sure that there was no problem in walking, Lin Qian put the notebook on the went back.

"It's almost there. I'm looking forward to what the bus of this era will look like. It shouldn't be modern. After all, there is no such type of thing in this era."

Lin Qian glanced at the forest full of people and figures, and didn't pay much attention to those ghosts. It's normal for ghosts to exist in a supernatural place, so don't make too much fuss.

The dim path, the strange woods, the piercing birdsong, all of these are ominous.

At the end of the path, a somewhat dim light appeared, Lin Qian squinted his eyes, although the light was dim, it was still dazzling when it hit other people's eyes like this.

"What the hell? My eyes were actually irritated." Just as Lin Qian was wondering what kind of lamp it was, a strong wind pressure hit in front of him, followed by an unparalleled force.

Stab it!boom!

There was a sharp screech of brakes and a crash.

"Damn, the ghost stops the car!"

"Damn, this luck, it's a bad start."

"Nonsense, get out of the car, the car is about to turn off!"

The dim lights began to go out, and a few cursing voices sounded.

In the darkness not far away, Lin Qian shook his head and stood up from the ground a little dizzy. He looked at the bus in front of him. The bus in front of him was very old. The old here does not refer to its appearance. Looks old, but refers to the bus style.

The tires of the bus standing in front of Lin Qian are a bit big, the glass on the windows is dark yellow, and the style is one-sided push-pull.

The word "car" is written in red paint on the outer shell of the bus. The driver can be seen at a glance in front of the front of the bus. The shape of the front of the bus is very unique.

The buses from the [-]s of the Republic of China look really old.

Lin Qian patted the dust on his clothes, and looked the bus up and down. At first glance, the sense of age was really strong, giving people an illusion of returning to that era.

Uh...seems like he's in this age right now.

At this moment, the bus had been turned off, and the compartment was shrouded in darkness, but even so, Lin Qian could still see the driver in the driver's seat.

The empty and dead expression showed that it was a fierce ghost.

"It's really scary that a ghost is the driver of the bus in this era." Lin Qian stared at the ghost driver, touched his chin, and had a strange look in his eyes.

He suddenly had the urge to eat this ghost, but he didn't know if the bus would stop moving after eating this ghost.

And just when Lin Qiansi was unable to start the ghost bus after eating it, a voice suddenly came from the side of the bus: "I'll go, I got hit by the bus and immediately stood up, this thing is so fierce! "

"Damn it, it's really fierce."

"Then what do we do now? Wait, that thing is coming this way!"

"Huh?! Here we come! Let's just dry the wool and hide in the woods first, and then come back after the bus is re-ignited. Otherwise, with our little strength, we can pass it?"

"Makes sense!"

Listening to the sound of footsteps in the darkness and the sound of leaves being pushed aside, Lin Qian twitched the corners of her mouth. Looking at the figures that disappeared in the darkness, Lin Qian thought for a while and did not chase after them.

He doesn't have time to trouble these people, he has to do his own thing.

Coming to the side of the bus is the direction of the door, the door is also very old, it is the style of the folding door, and some buses in mountainous areas still use this kind of door in modern times.

Lin Qian was no stranger to this.

The car door is closed now, and the darkness inside is very thick. Looking from the outside, that kind of ominousness still hits his heart directly.

The buses of this era are much more terrifying than the modern buses. Lin Qian looked at the seats in the compartment, there are about 40 seats, which is a bit more than the modern buses.

"Has the spirit of the modern bus been demolished?" Lin Qian looked at those seats with some doubts.

According to the comparison of the seats and horror levels of the buses of the two eras, it is obvious that the buses of the Republic of China period were stronger.

"It's really an era of confusion and hip stretching." Lin Qian murmured in his heart.

In a dark world, winding paths, gloomy woods, a bus parked by the side of the road, the scene is as weird as it needs to be.

Ignoring the faint sight cast from the woods, Lin Qian counted the time for the bus to restart. When the roar of the engine sounded, Lin Qian's timing ended.

"2 minutes, 1 minute less than the modern bus. It's really a different bus." Lin Qian's expression moved slightly when he heard the engine sound that was steady like phlegm in the old man's throat.

The dim car lights came on, and the lights in the bus began to recover one by one. The door suddenly opened, and a coldness rushed out from the inside of the car.

The lights inside the compartment were even dimmer than those outside, Lin Qian stepped onto this extremely old-fashioned bus without hesitation.

Entering the carriage, Lin Qian could see clearly this time. There are 49 seats in the carriage, including the driver's seat, a total of [-] seats.

Tianyan is fifty, Dayan is forty-nine, people get one, this implication is really good.

Lin Qian glanced at the driver, the ghost driver with a numb expression and empty eyes sat quietly in the driver's seat, motionless, it seemed that it had no intention of charging Lin Qian's fare.

Lin Qian didn't pay much attention to the driver, so he found a seat and sat down. There was no sign on the bus, but there was a passenger counter.

It was a counter made of yellow paper, and the number on it at the moment was three, and the number three was written on the yellow paper with blood-red paint.

The paint soaked through the yellow paper, leaving squiggly streaks on it.

"Are the three ghosts in the car?" Lin Qian looked at the driver and then at the empty seat, feeling a bit clearer.

He is a ghost, the bus driver is one, and there is one hidden in the bus itself, and this one is probably the one in the modern bus.

Looking at the counter, Lin Qian felt an urge to take it away again. Things that can record the real-time number of ghosts are really coveted.

The seat of this bus is not very comfortable to sit on, and I don't know what it is made of.

The engine was still roaring, and the sound of phlegm in the throat sounded really uncomfortable. Lin Qian pushed his glasses, and through the light yellow glass, he could see three men in the costumes of the Republic of China moving quickly. Running towards here.

The sound insulation in the car was not good, so Lin Qian could easily hear the conversation of the three running.

"Damn it, there is actually a hanged ghost in the woods, it's so easy to hang, so damn it, it almost didn't get hanged inside."

"Shut up first, what the hell are you, you ran outside by yourself when something happened, didn't the three of us agree to form an alliance? Why are you trying to trick me to death?"

Looking at the two people running ahead, the middle-aged man who fell last had a black face: "Can you wait for me, why are you running so fast!"

"Nonsense, don't you run so fast and get killed by the thing behind?" A person looked back, and in the darkness behind him, a ghost with an old hemp rope around his neck was walking in the direction of the bus Come.

Seeing this scene, the man fled even faster.

Lin Qian looked at the ghost from the car window, it looked very blurry, and he could only see a figure clearly, but the specific appearance was not clear.

"Hanged ghost, the name is not wrong."

Looking at the old hemp rope that was being dragged, the blood stains on it were obvious, and looking at the neck of the man who ran in front, he could see a circle of bluish-purple strangle marks.

It seemed that he was really attacked, and this person's luck was worse than the other two.

"Damn it, it's finally here."

The first person to run onto the bus held on to a seat, panting heavily, with an expression of life after a catastrophe.

"Those who ride horses, don't stand in my way."

Immediately afterwards, the next person also ran up, pushed away the panting person in front of him, found a seat without any hesitation, and slumped down.

Then came the person who ran at the end. He ran onto the bus, swallowed his saliva, and did not look at the person who was pushed away. He also found a seat by himself.

"Damn it, two unreasonable guys." The man muttered, but when he glanced behind him, he quickly found a seat and sat down.

He touched his neck with some lingering fear.

The bus door closed slowly, and the ghost got on the bus before the door was completely closed.

wow.

The sound of paper pages turning could be heard, Lin Qian looked up at the counter, the previous three had become four, almost the same as before, with blood-red traces meandering on the distorted numbers.

With the doors closed, the bus started to move. Lin Qian looked out the window at the scenery that was starting to recede, his eyes became darker.

The hanged ghost who boarded the bus found a seat nearby and sat down. The light in the compartment dimmed a bit, and as the bus started, a line of red writing slowly appeared on the windshield in front of the bus.

Next stop: Ghost Paradise

The handwriting was hideously distorted, and a faint smell of blood permeated the compartment. Lin Qian's expression moved slightly. This bus seemed to have some more functions.

"It's really interesting, is it a ghost garden?" Lin Qian looked at the darkness in front of the bus, and became interested in this era in his heart.

(End of this chapter)