Zhang Hao, Zheng Yaowen and the three girls who were traveling with him fell behind because they got off the bus relatively late.

When the cry in front of the grave in the field sounded, the first person to get out of the car was unlucky, and they made a very incomprehensible action, knelt directly on the ground, and cried in the direction of the grave in the distance, but before they could cry a few times, the crying stopped.

Several people cried silently in front of them.

The sad expression on his face before he died, and the despair and fear revealed in his dead and godless eyes, made people's hairs stand on end in an instant, and their hearts were terrified.

This is no longer as simple as a simple supernatural event, but a terrifying ghost murder incident.

The ghost weeping in the field was killing the passengers who got off the train in some strange way.

Under the fear, everyone can only run away screaming.

But several of the passengers had not taken a few steps, but suddenly stopped, turned around and knelt on the ground, and wept in the direction of the grave in the field.

Hearing the cries of those people, Zhang Hao and Zheng Yaowen were so frightened that they were about to collapse.

Because this kind of crying is simply a talisman, whoever kneels on the ground and cries is doomed to death, and those corpses on the ground before are the best proof.

I was about to run in the other direction.

But Yang Jian's words made them suddenly find a sense of direction in despair.

Enter?

I don't know why, looking at Yang Jian's calm appearance standing in front of the car door, several people couldn't help but have a sense of trust that was almost blind in their hearts, thinking that the car was the safest place, and the outside was simply not too scary.

I didn't think much about it, and I ran to the bus with a roll.

"Woo~!" The crying continued, like a demon asking for his life.

Now.

All but five of those who had left the bus were returning.

Although I don't know where I ran to, I am afraid that the chance of surviving in this cry is less than one in ten thousand.

"The ghost's cry will kill those who are close to him first, but the others will not escape the fate of being killed, it is only a matter of time...... In this way, this ghost belongs to the existence of indiscriminate killing. Yang Jian also heard this cry, but he didn't seem to be affected.

I don't know if it's because I'm on the bus.

"Ah~!"

Among the five people who had to run back, there was a girl who seemed to be wearing high heels, and accidentally twisted it, and directly lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Feng Xiaolu, let's go." That Zheng Yaowen subconsciously glanced back, planning to turn around and pull a hand.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he and the girl named Feng Xiaolu's faces couldn't help twitching, and made a sad and crying expression, and as soon as this expression sat out, tears fell uncontrollably..... In just a few seconds, the two of them cried one after the other.

Then he knelt down towards the mound in the field.

Finished~!

Zheng Yaowen and the girl named Feng Xiaolu all had this desperate thought in their minds at this moment.

These movements are all done unconsciously, as if the body is no longer controlled, and only their own consciousness belongs to them.

Yang Jian's face was calm when he saw this scene, as if the deaths of the two people had no effect on him at all.

Slightly out of the way.

The remaining Zhang Hao and the remaining two girls ran back to the bus smoothly.

There were only these three people, and none of the other people who got off the bus came back alive.

How long has it been?

In less than five minutes, more than a dozen passengers died.

And it's all in the hands of a ghost.

"If I got off the bus just now, if I didn't know to return to the bus to protect myself, I don't know how long I could hold out in the hands of that ghost."

Yang Jian looked at the corpse kneeling on the ground in the direction of the mound, and couldn't help but clench his fists, feeling an inexplicable chill in his heart.

The horror level of this ghost, if he defines it, is definitely A-level.

and a level of knockers.

And if you want to establish a file and name this ghost, Yang Jian feels that this ghost can be named the Grave Crying Ghost.

"Congratulations, you survived this death." Retracting his gaze, he looked at the three people whose expressions were almost broken, and said slowly: "Don't be so afraid, I have had a similar experience as you before, and I will get used to it after encountering it a few more times in the future." ”

This Zhang Hao and a few people were lucky, and they had their own reminders and survived three.

At the beginning, only seven of the more than 40 people in his class survived, and the mortality rate was much higher than theirs.

Zhang Hao didn't speak, he trembled with fear, and the two girls who survived also curled up together and trembled.

"Adapt as soon as possible, don't forget, you haven't left here yet, you're still in danger." Yang Jian didn't pay attention to it anymore, but continued to look out of the car.

Because at this time he found that the person was dead, and the crying outside also stopped.

But the grave in the field still stood there, and it looked particularly permeable in the dim environment of the night.

Wait a minute.

Where is the ghost who knelt in front of the grave and cried just now?

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and he found that the ghost who was kneeling in front of the grave and crying just now had no shadow at this time, but disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

"No, it didn't disappear, it ...... next to it"

The next moment, when Yang Jian found the trace of the ghost, even he was startled.

A man in filial piety clothes didn't know when he had come to the back of the car, and slowly walked towards the front of the car with his head down.

Look at this scene, it's trying to get in the car.

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Yang Jian's hairs stood on end.

If such a grave cryer gets into the car and cries in the car, this is a fart, and everyone in the car will die.

Do you want to stop it?

Yang Jian had this idea in an instant.

Using the ghost's words might be able to restrain the ghost and make it kneel outside.

But everything here is too weird, even if you block this crying ghost, the change that can be brought seems to be minimal, that Xu Feng said just now, there will be another stop on this bus, and maybe there will be ghosts on the bus at the next stop, and you will stop it again?

"Stand back."

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and gave up blocking the ghost from getting into the car.

It's not normal here, it's better to save your energy and use all your strength to protect yourself, rather than fighting against an A-class ghost.

At present, there is no ghost candle in his hand, and there is no gold container, so if he is hard, he will suffer very much.

Retreating to the back of the carriage, he acquiesced to the fact that the grave weeper had boarded the car.

Soon.

The man in filial piety clothes and with a slow pace stepped onto the bus.

It wears a white filial piety hat on its head, hangs down a white cloth, covers its face, vaguely revealing the outline of its face, and there is a dead air all over its body, without the slightest breath of a living person.

That's it.

The grave weeper got into the car and sat down in the nearest seat to the door, and then, as if still, sat motionless, neither moving nor coming from the terrible sound of grave crying.

Everything is back to normal again.

"Stop crying?"

Yang Jian was a little surprised, but then analyzed: "Does this ghost have to cry in front of the grave?" Or does this bus have a suppressive effect on ghosts, and the ghosts who get on the bus are in a state of suppression and can't easily kill people? ”

There are two possibilities.

But at present, it seems that this crying death of more than a dozen passengers who got off the bus, and the extremely dangerous grave crying ghost is not a threat for the time being.

Now.

Yang Jian saw that the number of passengers on the electronic display screen on the bus had changed from 1 to 2.

Zhang Hao and the others who returned to the bus before were not counted, only the grave crying ghost was counted in the number of passengers.

But in the car that got out with the crowd before, was there an unknown ghost mixed in?

"The number of ghosts in the car is still two, one went down before, and now another one comes up, and the change in numbers can almost be matched." Yang Jian's mood was particularly heavy.

Because there is also a ghost in the car whose identity has not been determined.

By this time, it had reached five minutes.

The bus started again.

With no one driving, the door slammed shut, and then slowly left the makeshift station on the telephone pole and continued to drive along the kilometer.