At this moment, in another rickshaw, Yan Huanchao was looking at a gray video tape in his hand with some surprise.
If you look closely, you will see that there is a drop of ink stain in one corner of the video tape, which is spreading and spreading.
Eventually, the entire videotape was soaked by this drop of ink, turning from gray at the beginning into a deep black, which was still lingering like smoke.
"I'm a little underestimating the supernatural protection of this rickshaw. It is indeed a means of transportation that was very popular with supernatural beings during the Republic of China. It's just a pity that this video tape is a good thing."
Yan Huanchao held a piece of yellowed paper in his hand. On the front was a worn-out timetable that could not be clearly seen, and on the back was a nine-square grid with a number in each box.
Among them, the three numbers 157 are wrapped in a ball of blood, and these three numbers correspond to the three numbers of these three rickshaws.
It seems that this piece of paper is not only a timetable, but also a rickshaw schedule.
"This videotape is no longer useful. Unless I can find a place that can cleanse the curse, there is no way the supernatural protection of this rickshaw will fail."
As Yan Huanchao said, he threw the videotape into the corner of the back seat of the rickshaw. Then he flipped his wrist, and a transparent skull as thin as cicada wings appeared in his hand.
This skull seems to have been polished continuously, and it has been sharply reduced in size by a full circle.
The surrounding temperature also continued to drop with the appearance of the skull, as if there was a stream of cold air blowing from the skull's mouth.
Yan Huanchao rubbed the skull in his hand, the expression on his face became much more serious, and his whole aura seemed to have changed.
While he was rubbing the skull, he was whispering something in his mouth, as if he was asking questions to the skull, and also seemed to be having a conversation with the skull.
After a moment, Yan Huanchao put away the skull. At this time, one of his fingers turned somewhat transparent, and the skull gained a slight color.
He ignored the changes in his fingers, but slowly closed his eyes and leaned on the backrest of the rickshaw, his face looking a little solemn.
"I didn't expect that I would go to such a place next. It might be a bit difficult to take action there. That monster named Qin probably wouldn't let me kill the captain of their headquarters."
After pondering for a moment, he opened his eyes and turned a ring on his left index finger. As the ring turned, the finger that had become somewhat transparent returned to normal.
"How confident am I if I really fight against that monster?" Yan Huanchao frowned, feeling a little pressured.
The mysterious man named Qin is said to be a back-up man left by the old monster during the Republic of China. Although he has some trump cards, he is probably no match for the opponent.
Unless, he can change back to his past self.
"Times have really changed. Even when I want to kill someone, I become hesitant. At worst, I will give up this ritual and kill No. 5 and leave."
Yan Huanchao stared at the car cover with cold eyes.
After a while, a fierce smile appeared on his face again.
Just like that, he closed his eyes again. This time, Yan Huanchao leaned calmly on the backrest of the rickshaw, so calm that he seemed to have fallen asleep.
The screen changes.
Black smoke still filled the surrounding area.
The rickshaw moved forward steadily, passing through several strange and supernatural places on the way, but Wen Zhong had no interest in observing anymore at this moment.
After the round of supernatural attacks just now, Wen Zhong felt a little tired. This was not the first time he had fought against a ghost in his consciousness, but this was definitely the most dangerous one.
With the slightest carelessness, he might turn into a cold corpse now.
Although he suspected that another ghost master who participated in the ceremony might have attacked him, he could not rule out that he had unintentionally triggered the murderous pattern of the ghosts in a supernatural place.
If it was a man-made attack, then it was most likely the group of ghost masters who participated in the ceremony with him.
The two people No. 1 and No. 4 must be eliminated first because they are still in Baiyang Village and have not come out. Wang Muyou must also be eliminated because he also stayed in Baiyang Village due to some force majeure.
Among the remaining four people, he would definitely not commit suicide. Dai Zhibin had no reason to kill him, so the only ones left were No. 3, whom he had never met, and No. 2, whose puppet he had robbed.
No. 2 is the most suspicious, and he has reason to deal with himself.
Of course, the suspicion of No. 3 cannot be ruled out. If not, he is a ghost controller with abnormal brains. In order to eliminate the competitors in the third stage, we have to kill him.
"No. 2 and No. 3, these two people are also the only two ghost masters I have not seen in Baiyang Village."
Wen Zhong fell into silence. No matter who he was, the other party could break through the supernatural protection of the rickshaw to kill him. This person was probably no less powerful than the designated captain at the headquarters.
Of course, he could also attack the ghost controller in the car through this layer of supernatural protection, but his attack method was definitely not as weird as the other party's.
time flies.
The journey was uneventful, and no supernatural phenomena similar to the previous one occurred.
Suddenly, Wen Zhong felt that the speed of the car slowed down a lot, and the black smoke around him gradually began to dissipate.
This was different from the previous time when I passed by a supernatural place. This time, the black smoke dissipated extremely quickly, and the bell on the handlebar also began to make a pleasant sound.
Moreover, the cover that had been covering the entire back seat of the rickshaw was slowly rising at this moment, and Wen Zhong could even see the rickshaw driver leaning forward in front of him.
All signs indicate that he is about to reach his destination.
"We're finally here, it's quite fast." Although this is far less than the speed he used to travel through the Ghost Realm, it is still much faster than ordinary means of transportation.
The most important thing is that he passed through so many supernatural places along the way. If he were allowed to travel alone, he might be attacked by evil spirits halfway.
The surrounding black smoke dissipated, and what was in front of Wen Zhong was a barren ruin. The broken bricks and tiles everywhere seemed to tell the story of the past glory of this place, but now it seems that only a loneliness remains.
The car stopped and the driver lowered the handlebar.
When Wen Zhong saw this, he didn't stay in the car for long. He took a step forward and stepped directly on the ground paved with green bricks.
At this moment, it was late at night, everything was quiet, and there was nothing at first glance. He seemed to have arrived in a ruins that had been forgotten by the world.