Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 110 Enter
The mist dissipated like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water.

Like a mirror that has been wiped clean, the dilapidated town appears in front of everyone.

"There is no spiritual breath..."

"And it all disappeared in an instant. Could it be that there was a problem with the source of the ghosts in the town? Otherwise, it would be impossible for this situation to happen now. Someone is eyeing the ghosts here."

Lin Fan looked out the window without saying a word.

He Liansheng beside him also put away the bronze mirror. Although he was baffled by the butcher's withdrawal, he was stunned by the changes in the town before him, and he didn't know where to start.

"The spirit in the town has disappeared."

Lin Fan said something casually.

He noticed that with the utterance of these words, the strange moth that was attracted by the female student just now did not appear again.

This also confirmed Lin Fan's conjecture that the raging ghosts in the town had indeed fallen into suppression or worse for some unknown reason.

"Someone got rid of that ghost?"

He Liansheng said in amazement: "Impossible, I have searched the town, there must be no one else here except myself and that group of people, and with the ability of that ghost, it is really hard for me to imagine how to solve it. it."

"You fought against the ghost in the town, what kind of ghost is that?" Lin Fan asked curiously.

"A very strange ghost."

As if recalling something bad, He Liansheng's expression was distorted, as if disgusted.

"Since I was a child, I have seen countless scary-looking ghosts in Taiping Town, but I have never seen such a stitched ghost, like a cocoon made up of organs and limbs of different people."

A cocoon?
Hearing his answer, Lin Fan tried to conceive the corresponding picture in his mind, and was instantly disgusted, but he was more concerned about what kind of weird ability this cocoon had, which made even the most famous soul callers feel extremely disgusted. tricky.

"What is it capable of?"

While Lin Fan was speaking, he glanced at the butcher seated in front of him, and that burly figure didn't respond at all, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Conscientiously organizing the words, He Liansheng's voice revealed a sense of fear: "I am not very clear about the specific ability, but even if I use up all the ghosts on my body, I can't affect it in the slightest."

It sounds like the suppression of spirits, but no matter how terrifying the spirits are, they cannot be completely immune to the attacks of other ghosts. I am afraid that this is the truly special feature of that cocoon... Lin Fan silently analyzed.

"And it's not just that."

"That cocoon also seeps out a strange liquid, causing the surrounding things to grow black cocoons. I guess those moths with human faces hatched from the cocoons."

He Liansheng told Lin Fan everything about the cocoon, and He Liansheng didn't mention revenge.

In his opinion, the cocoon was controlled by the ghost masters who plotted against him. Now that the cocoon has disappeared, does it mean that the group has also left here, and it is useless to spend time and effort to do something.

As the fog in the town dissipated.

The supernatural bus also left here.

The number on the blackboard representing the ghost in the car remains "5", which is a relatively safe number.

Gradually, gradually.

The dim headlights seemed to shine into a black hole.

The road ahead suddenly became blurred. In the blink of an eye, the scene outside the town just now turned into a muddy country road.

There was a desert on both sides of the road.

Abandoned fields, withered trees, dry rivers, rotting bones... It seems that you have come to the forbidden zone of life. Everything here contains a deep silence, and there is no trace of life.

And in the sky, dark clouds covered the sky and covered all corners, and no light could be seen.

Sitting in a bus that makes a slight noise, like the only thing that moves in this static world, sends oneself into the mouth of an invisible abyss.

"here it is……"

"The underworld mezzanine!"

Looking at the dark world separated by glass, Lin Fan's heart has finally reached its peak.

He knew that the supernatural bus would lead to the mezzanine of the underworld, but when this moment came, it was inevitable that people would have an indescribable fear of this unknown world of the dead.

Next.

This is the key to Lin Fan's plan.

He hasn't stayed here long enough, and the ghost species is still at risk of recovery, so he must always pay attention to whether there are any terrifying existences that may affect him among the ghosts that may get in the car, and make certain decisions.

It's like a supernatural tower defense game.

The previous ones are appetizers, but in the second half of the journey, the appearance of "elite monsters" and even "BOSS" is the real problem.

Accompanied by the supernatural bus, it continued to drive.

Along the way, Lin Fan and He Liansheng talked to each other from time to time to relieve some of the depressed emotions in the dark.

"Drip-"

The speed at which the scene regresses is slowing down.

And about half a meter away, an inexplicable figure appeared, standing on the side of the road, motionless like a passenger waiting for a bus.

The bus stopped.

A middle-aged man in sackcloth and filial piety stood in place, his pale skin could not see a trace of blood, and behind him was a burning brazier.

What was contained in the brazier was not paper money, but some weeds, and there seemed to be a bell inside.

Not far away is a wild grave without a tombstone.

Looking at the carriage in front of him, the middle-aged man raised his stiff body and boarded the bus. He seemed to have chosen his seat very early and sat down directly beside the butcher, whose face became even more indifferent.

at the same time.

The number on the blackboard became "6".

There are still 7 seats left in the car.

Once the Li Gui who got into the car behind has no seats, he will use an extreme method to obtain a seat.

This is also the almost default rule on this bus-you must have a seat on the bus, otherwise the consequences will be very serious, and of course what is even more serious is that your seat will be stared at by a ghost.

"That bell is a supernatural prop."

Looking at the metal bell with a layer of paint missing in the brazier, some kind of Lin Fan's radar instantly sounded.

But it was a pity, given the current situation of the ghost, he didn't dare to let the ghost go out to take the bell, so he could only watch the baby go away with tears in his eyes.

"Think better."

"At least there are plenty of empty seats on the bus."

Looking at the middle-aged man sitting next to the butcher, Lin Fan couldn't help thinking about what to do if there were no seats in the car later.

The safest way, of course, is to kill the living people in the car, so that the ghosts in the car can get a seat without launching a supernatural attack, so that many unprovoked things can be avoided.

But Lin Fan didn't intend to do this, if he traded other people's lives for his own safety, then what difference would there be between him and Liu Cong?

Time is no longer clear in the interlayer of the underworld.

He obviously felt that the middle-aged man in sackcloth and filial piety had just boarded the bus, and soon, the supernatural bus stopped again.

This time it seems to be on a mountain similar to a dam. The steep road makes people feel dizzy immediately after taking a look at it. I am afraid that if the driver is not paying attention, the whole bus will fall off the cliff.

And this time the waiting passengers...

(End of this chapter)