Author: Just a little demon in the mortal world

On the seventh day of the lunar month, Yuzhou City, Fotuguan Station.

As night falls, the river breeze blows slowly, neon lights appear in the distance, and the cruise ship on the river gently sways with the waves. Looking up into the distance, a building hundreds of meters high stands at the head of the river. It is the landmark building of Yuzhou City.

Fox is also Luo Yi's current office building in Yuzhou City.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared, and the station sign and street lights flashed at the same time, making a "beep" sound of electricity.

"Ten twenty-nine, one minute left."

The street lights turned on, and a young man with a pale face and cold eyes appeared in the originally empty station, it was Luo Yi.

Thirteen days have passed since the last transaction with the Ghost Cabinet. During this period, Luo Yi returned to Yuzhou City. On the one hand, he dealt with some of the supernatural incidents that had accumulated during this period. On the other hand, he urged Rowling to complete the project of the Raffles Safe House.

construction.

It is worth mentioning that since the last time she used thunderous means to intimidate some of the top people in Yuzhou City, Luo Lin's work has been going very smoothly. Even before the Yusheng Group was established, the company's liquidity has reached more than 300 yuan.

Billion, these are capital injections from the top rich and powerful in various fields.

Never underestimate the wealth of the people at the top of society. In order to get Luo Yi's protection, these people have spent a lot of money. The house price of Raffles City has increased from 50,000 square meters to 500,000 square meters now, and this one

But it only took a month, and the housing prices here will continue to rise in the future.

"Coming!"

The street lights on the roadside flickered, and a haze seemed to pour out of the surroundings, making the vision a little distorted and blurred. Then, two yellow car lights came on, and a slightly strange bus drove slowly.

This bus looks very normal from the outside, and seems to be no different from an ordinary bus.

Luo Yi mobilized his psychic powers, and the pupils in his eyes moved. The appearance of the bus became hazy, as if it was shrouded in heavy fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

"It's not enough." Luo Yi once again revived the power of sacrificial gods, and the dark ghost realm emerged. The stone tablet with the word "sacrifice" behind it was looming, the blood-colored fonts on it twisted and turned, and the scent of incense candles spread and blew towards the bus.

.

It wasn't until this point that the bus changed its appearance.

This is no longer a normal bus, but a rusty, dilapidated and dented scrap vehicle.

"In the original work, Yang Jian could see the true appearance of the bus by superimposing four layers of ghost realm. This means that my current ghost realm ability is at least equivalent to his four layers."

It is difficult to define the strength of the ghost realm because there is no clear unit of measurement. Even the S, A, B, and C levels distinguished by the headquarters are only defined based on the difficulty of the evil ghosts causing large-scale damage, not the

The evil ghost itself is very scary, so Luo Yi often subconsciously compares it with Yang Jian in the original work to better understand his own strength.

"My vision is affected. This is supernatural interference. Will my current situation also be suppressed?"

The ghost bus drove closer and closer, and Luo Yi's vision became blurry again, as if he was wearing inappropriate myopia glasses, or as if his glasses were wet with fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

The ghost domain kept retreating under the approach of the ghost bus. Luo Yi controlled the ghost domain and tried to resist. The lights of the ghost bus that was slowly stopping suddenly turned on and began to accelerate.

At this moment, Luo Yi had a feeling that if he continued to choose to fight, this ghost bus would really hit him directly.

Hastily withdrawing his supernatural power, Luo Yi knew that he was not the Yang Jian he was in the later period, and he had absolutely no ability to survive the impact of the ghost bus.

Because the last person who tried this was already dead, and it was Yang Jian's father, Yang Xiaotian.

The ghost bus slowed down slowly. Luo Yi restrained his supernatural powers and stepped onto the bus without taking his temperature or swiping his card. The red letters on the on-board display jumped and the numbers increased.

Current number of passengers: 5.

Luo Yi is no exception when judged as a ghost by the Ghost Bus. In fact, in addition to retaining his human consciousness relatively intact, he is the product of supernatural power from head to toe. It can be said that he is a ghost with the purest blood.

"5. In addition to the ghost bus itself and myself, there are three ghosts on the bus."

Luo Yi slowly walked into the car from the front door. He had a clear view of the scene inside the bus. A total of 6 seats were occupied. There were three adult men sitting in the last row at the back of the bus. When they saw Luo Yi walking in, they looked fearful and looked at each other frequently.

Looked back and forth between him and the car screen.

"It looks like three ghost masters."

There was no greeting or interrogation. In fact, with Luo Yi's current level of terror, ordinary ghost masters were no longer taken seriously by him.

"Another ghost has come up. The danger is getting bigger and bigger, so don't drop anchor."

In the back row, a young man wearing a white shirt and black trousers held a jade Guanyin in his hand and pressed it to his forehead, begging. He looked like an urban white-collar worker.

"Jiang Quan, is it useful to beg? There is a ghost in your body, but you are praying to the Buddha in your mouth. If you say there is a Bodhisattva, will he kill you or send you to hell?" The middle-aged man next to Jiang Quan closed his eyes.

Eyes, tone sarcastic.

"No, there are ghosts in this world, and there must be Bodhisattvas. Bodhisattvas will definitely save me. I have never harmed anyone. I am not like you Wang Dong, who abandoned all his colleagues around him to be scapegoats in order to survive. You are the one who

He’s the one who deserves to go to hell.”

Jiang Quan stood up and grabbed Wang Dong's collar, his eyes crazy.

The middle-aged man named Wang Dong opened his eyes, pinched Jiang Quan's arm, turned his palm over and put it between the two of them, looked at him with cold eyes, "I am the manager, they are willing to show themselves in front of me, I

It's just a push-over, but you, Jiang Sales, said you didn't harm anyone, and the blood on your hands hasn't been washed off yet, how dare you say you didn't harm anyone?"

Jiang Quan suddenly broke away from his hand as if he was electrocuted, clenched his fist and hid his right hand behind his back, sat down tremblingly, holding the Guanyin Jade Pendant in his left hand, and muttered, "I didn't mean it, I didn't mean it, don't blame me, Bodhisattva, you

Believe me, believe me."

"Okay, stop arguing. What's the use of praying to gods and worshiping Buddha? So what if you kill someone? The most important thing now is to survive. After this trip, we can suppress the resurrected evil ghosts again. Then we will be gods.

"

The man sitting in the middle of the aisle has a dark complexion and stern eyebrows. His cheeks tremble when he speaks. His short hair is as straight as a steel needle. He is wearing a close-fitting white vest with bulging muscles. He has a lit cigarette in his hand and a box next to him.

A security uniform.

"Fortunately, only one ghost has come up so far. There are still many empty seats left. We have a good chance of surviving this trip." Wang Dong said.

"Hey, when this ghost thing calms down, I have to get the biggest nightclub showdown, and this time I want ten!" Security guard He Jun twisted a few times on his seat, then reached out and tugged on his waistband a few more times.

Hey, hey, hey.

Wang Dong closed his eyes in disdain, while Jiang Quan was still praying to God in the corner.

"Three unattractive things."

Luo Yi's expression remained unchanged, he didn't say anything, and sat down directly in the last seat on the left side of the middle of the carriage.
Chapter completed!