Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 47: The Grave-Crying Ghost
Yang Jian watched Zhang Xiansheng get off the car. He turned around to look at the man in the windbreaker and asked, "You should be Xu Feng, the person in charge of Xiaochun City, right?"

"Oh, you know me?"

Xu Feng raised his head slightly, his face was haggard and his eyes were bloodshot.

Yang Jian said: "You have been missing for a long time, and the headquarters has even concluded that you are dead. I accepted the task of recovering your satellite positioning phone, and then tracked it here."

"Then you are really unlucky. I guess you must have thought it was easy to take on this task, just a piece of cake. Now... it's easy to get on the bus, but it's hard to get off."

Xu Feng paused and continued, "Also, my satellite positioning phone was lost a long time ago. I tried to find it, but couldn't find it. If the signal is still in the car, it would be a bit scary."

"Do you mean that the satellite positioning phone fell into the hands of an unknown ghost?" Yang Jian couldn't help but frowned.

"It is possible, and it is very likely. At least in my opinion, there is no place to hide anything on this bus."

Xu Feng suddenly changed the subject: "You and I are both ghost riders from the headquarters, and we are both on this bus right now. Maybe there will be a time when we can use each other. I can tell you some information to show my sincerity."

Yang Jian listened attentively.

"Once this bus passes 6pm, every time it passes a stop, there will be a ghost on board. Sometimes it's one, sometimes it's two."

"The number of passengers on the electronic display screen records the number of evil spirits in the bus. The bus will stop for five minutes and will continue to drive after five minutes."

Xu Feng said this and glanced at the numbers on the electronic display.

"It seems we are lucky. A ghost got off the bus."

Yang Jian seemed to be thinking about something. He asked, "The bus stopped at Xiaochun City before. You had a chance to get off. Since it's dangerous here, why didn't you get off?"

"For me, the time is not right yet." The man in the windbreaker lowered his head and closed his eyes to take a nap.

Outside the bus.

The passengers who got off the bus did not leave immediately. They all gathered in front of the bus stop, looking vigilantly at everything in the dim surroundings.

Their body's instinct told them that the outside seemed even scarier than inside the bus.
But when they got back into the car, they felt very unwilling.

at this time.

"He's disappearing!" someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked at the sound.

The man who had wished to leave alive was seen disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Zhang Xiansheng on the side ignored all this and opened the golden body bag.

He pulled the coffin nails out of the head, and at the same time drops of ghost blood fell on the rotten skull, suppressing it.

After doing this, he closed the golden body bag and zipped up his backpack.

"You can save us, right?" someone asked in a pleading tone.

"Please, I have old people above me and young children to take care of, I really can't die." Someone else howled.

Zhang Xiansheng felt everyone's gaze and said calmly: "You can also make a wish, but you have to pay a certain price. There is no free lunch in this world."

A pretty girl stood up and choked up, "Handsome guy, please, I really don't want to die. I can't afford the price, let alone accept it. I can be your girlfriend. This is my first time..."

"Woooooo~"

"Woooooo~"

Suddenly, a cry was heard.

The crying sounded like that of a man or a woman, giving people a very quiet feeling, as if it came from the deep mountains and forests.

Zhang Xiansheng looked in the direction of the sound and saw a shadowy ghost domain opening up under his feet.

He saw a grave in the wilderness in the distance.

There was no tombstone in front of the grave. A person in white mourning clothes, who could not be distinguished as a man or a woman, was kneeling in front of the grave. His body was stiff and motionless, and the crying sound came from him.

Yang Jian, who was in the car, naturally noticed the abnormality outside. He took a few quick steps to the open door, opened his scarlet ghost eyes, and stared into the distance.

now.

The passengers gathered in front of the bus stop were affected. At first, there was only one person, and then one after another, they all started crying along with the strange cry.

The cries of these people gradually grew louder and louder, overlapping with that cry.

When the cries overlapped, they all knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the strange grave, motionless, looking very pious.

A gust of wind blew.

Several people who were kneeling on the ground fell directly to the ground and died.

There were tear marks on their faces, they looked sad and their features were stiff.

The lucky ones who were still alive were horrified when they saw this scene.

"Ghost~" someone howled.

He could no longer bear it and rushed to the dark field, choosing a position opposite to the crying, hoping to escape from it all.

Yang Jian on the bus shouted, "If you don't want to die, get back on the bus. The outside world belongs to ghosts. No matter where you run there, you will only die."

The man no longer cared about anything and rushed towards the distance.

"I want to get in the car, I want to get in the car!"

"I'll go first."

"........."

Other living people squeezed into the bus one by one.

Except for Zhang Xiansheng, there were only corpses kneeling or lying on the ground.

There was an indelible sadness on their faces, but it was not for themselves, but for that strange grave.

At this time, Zhang Xiansheng had compressed the shape of the ghost domain and aimed at the crying grave ghost in the distance.

"boom!"

With a sound breaking through the air.

The coffin nails arrived in an instant and nailed the crying ghost.

The strange crying stopped abruptly.

Everyone on the bus looked at this scene in shock.

Zhang Xiansheng directly opened the ghost realm of ghost painting.

In this strange and dim world, ashes like paper ashes are floating in the air.

He used the ghost domain of the ghost painting to directly cover the crying ghost that was nailed by the coffin nails and moved it to his side.

at this time.

There was something unusual about that tomb.

A series of unclear face figures appeared out of nowhere, two in a row, four rows in total, standing not far from the grave.

Their heads seemed to be tilted, as if they were carrying an invisible coffin on their shoulders.

Zhang Xiansheng felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He couldn't even see the ghost realm in the ghost paintings because what these ghosts were carrying on their shoulders were not even visible.

Bad luck!

The eight ghosts took a step forward together and instantly disappeared in front of the strange grave.

They were now quite near.

At this moment, Zhang Xiansheng glanced at the crying ghost who was nailed to the coffin beside him.

Obviously, the existence of this crying ghost has reached a spiritual balance with these eight ghosts, or rather, with the things carried on the shoulders of these eight ghosts, but now the balance has been broken by him.

Release the crying ghost?
At this time.

The eight ghosts made a move, as if they were trying to put down the great evil on their shoulders.

(End of this chapter)