At about three o'clock in the morning, on Yueyin Road in Da'an City, everything was dark.
"Zi...Zi...Zi..."
Following a slight sound of electricity, a large amount of mold appeared out of thin air on the surrounding walls and ground, squirming slightly as if alive.
Then a gray light flashed, and a staggering figure suddenly appeared on the street.
He is Wen Zhong who escaped from the haunted house through the ghost realm.
"Where is...where?"
Wen Zhong only felt that his whole body was about to fall apart. The mold was crawling and eroding crazily on his body. His face felt like it was being burned and it stung. There was also a feeling inside his body that it was about to be decomposed by the mold.
The fragile balance gained after eating ghost meat has been broken, and Wen Zhong is now on the verge of the ghost's resurrection.
"Huh...huh...huh..." Wen Zhong stood up and looked at himself reflected in the surrounding window glass. His whole body was covered with gray-white mold, like a ghost that had been dead for a long time.
The skin and flesh on the face even opened, revealing the face of the ghost corpse hidden underneath.
"Asshole... I managed to escape with great difficulty... How could I die here..."
Wen Zhong had a splitting headache. Driven by his remaining consciousness, he took out the satellite phone in his pocket, but if he could find the "ghost cook" and get the ghost meat, he might be saved.
"Beep...sizz...beep...sizzle..."
Suddenly, he heard the sound of electricity starting from a machine. The sound was very familiar.
Wen Zhong remembered that the sound was the radio that entered his body along with the ghost corpse.
"Zizi...bus...get on the bus...zizi..."
"What is a bus... ghost..."
The radio started to make noise. Wen Zhong looked around and saw that there was really a bus stop not far away. He couldn't care less at the moment and struggled to get to the bus stop.
Ever since he got the radio, it didn't seem to have harmed him. On the contrary, it had indirectly saved his life at the night market last time.
Wen Zhong leaned against the bus stop sign. Whether it was due to excessive blood loss or supernatural influence, his eyes had begun to become blurry. He reached out and rubbed his eyes to try to relieve them.
Why do my hands feel sticky?
Wen Zhong opened his palms and took a closer look. There was actually red ink stuck to his hands. The color and smell were exactly the same as the ink on the admission ticket.
"Red ink, blood on the ghost woman's face." Wen Zhong understood, "So that's it, the real medium is its blood, not the ticket."
No wonder tearing up the ticket didn't work. It turns out that the real curse is the blood on the ticket.
As for why he received Li Gui's "message for help", it was probably because he had triggered Li Gui's killing pattern when he tore off Fang Dezhao's ticket yesterday afternoon.
After thinking about this clearly, Wen Zhong let out a long sigh. Unfortunately, he no longer had the extra energy and strength to erase the curse on his hand.
There was silence at the bus stop, and the radio stopped making noise. Wen Zhong began to wonder if he was hearing hallucinations.
Suddenly, the surrounding street lights began to flash, and a burst of haze appeared out of thin air, covering the entire bus station.
Then two dim yellow lights lit up in the distance, and a bus drove up and finally stopped in front of the stop sign.
Except for the slightly old appearance, the bus is no different from an ordinary bus.
Wen Zhong looked at the bus, and he felt that the strangeness in his body suddenly eased a lot, and the pain caused by the ghost's resurgence seemed to be suppressed.
"Are you kidding..." Wen Zhong's eyes were solemn. He was shocked because this kind of thing was completely beyond his cognitive scope.
At this moment, the front and back doors of the bus suddenly opened. Everything seemed normal. But the more this happened, the more vigilant Wen Zhong became. He looked inside carefully and saw a driver sitting in the cab. He couldn't see
Qing Qing looked like he was holding the steering wheel motionlessly with both hands, and his body was sitting upright and seemed a little stiff.
"Zi...get in the car..."
The radio made a sound again, but soon fell silent again, as if it was suppressed by the influence of the bus.
Feeling that the supernatural power in his body was suppressed, Wen Zhong immediately decided to get in the car. No matter what dangers there were in the car, it would be better than the evil ghost resurrecting and dying here.
Wen Zhong looked around when he got on the bus. There were not many people in the whole carriage, only a few people scattered here and there.
When they saw someone getting on the bus, they all looked at Wen Zhong in unison. Some of them were curious, some were hostile, but most of all they were afraid.
Wen Zhong frowned and walked straight to the back. He chose a seat toward the back so that he could get off the car in time even if something happened.
Soon, the bus closed and started to move.
"Sure enough, the evil spirit in the body has been suppressed." Wen Zhong was a little surprised, "I just don't know what this car is."
At this time, a young man suddenly stood up from the back seat and walked towards Wen Zhong. He walked lightly and moved quickly. In just a few steps, he sat in front of Wen Zhong from the back seat of the bus. Then he turned around and proactively hit Wen Zhong.
Say hello.
Wen Zhong was a little confused. He didn't recognize the young man in front of him at all. This man was about twenty-five or six years old. His whole person had a sharpness that did not suit his age, and he looked extremely unruly.
Seeing Wen Zhong's somewhat wary eyes, the young man took out a mobile phone from nowhere and said with a smile: "We are colleagues, there is no need to be so cold."
As soon as these words came out, Wen Zhong was stunned. He didn't expect to meet the ghost controller from the headquarters on this weird bus.
"My name is Zhou Deng, you can just call me Lao Zhou, what's your name?" Seeing that Wen Zhong didn't reply, the young man lowered his voice and said, "I've never seen you before, how come you got on the bus so quickly?
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"It's a long story, but the phone you have looks familiar. The encoding is the same as mine..." Wen Zhong said as he dug into his pocket and found that the satellite phone was indeed missing.
"Ahem, I saw you drop it on the ground and picked it up for you. No need to thank me, this is what I should do." Zhou Deng didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, and he looked like a gentleman.
After saying that, Zhou Deng returned the phone and showed his own. Seeing this, Wen Zhong stopped pursuing it. He glanced at the passengers sitting around him with the corner of his eye and found that they were all discussing something in a low voice.
"Lao Zhou, what's going on with this car?" Wen Zhong asked in a low voice.
"You came here to take the bus without knowing anything?" Zhou Deng was surprised this time.
Wen Zhong shook his head. If someone chose him, he would never come up.
"Forget it, I don't know much. I only know that this car can suppress the resurrection of ghosts, and after six o'clock in the evening, ghosts will get on the bus at every stop. How many." Zhou Deng pointed to the electronics on the car.
display screen.
"Sometimes it's one, sometimes it's two. What's recorded on the monitor is the number of ghosts on the car."
Wen Zhong looked up and saw a number displayed on the electronic display: 1.
This means that there is a fierce ghost sitting with Wen Zhong and the others in the car.