At this time.

At the bottom of the No. 300 bus, a pale-faced man shook his head and looked dazed.

He has an extremely serious social fear, although he is a red-clothed ghost like a woman, but he doesn't dare to see anyone, so he can only hide under the car and secretly launch his own supernatural powers.

"Strange, how did I just seem to hear that woman's screams? With her terrifying level, two big living people, what else can happen? ”

The social phobia was puzzled.

He was lying under the car, his whole body turned into a flat appearance, like a character in an exaggerated comics, looking around with great difficulty, trying to figure out what was going on.

He had a good relationship with the woman.

Because he has a serious social fear, he can only stay in the shadows, and he hides in the shadow of women on weekdays, and only when women find their prey and want to attack, he will choose to find another dark place to stay.

Recently.

Just as they were about to take the train, they spotted two large living people approaching the station, and the instinct of the ghosts drove them to kill.

Thereupon.

He will break away from the shadow of the woman and hide in the shadows covered by the ghost bus.

But after so long, he didn't hear the woman's voice again.

The whole station is quiet and somewhat infiltrating.

It made him a little flustered.

A moment later.

The social phobia lying under the car couldn't hide.

Because the ghost bus is about to depart.

He had to get on it.

After a violent psychological struggle, the social phobia slowly moved his body and quietly poked out half of his face from under the car, wondering what was going on outside the station, and where the two big living people and his partner had gone.

However.

Before he could poke his head out for a few seconds, he suddenly felt a few drops of viscous, cold liquid drip onto the back of his head.

Social Phobia: !

His expression froze directly.

Grimacing.

Did something just drip on him?

He subconsciously touched it.

The palms of his hands were bloody.

It's blood.

And it's the ghost blood of a terrible ghost, exuding a fishy, pungent smell.

Come to think of this.

The social phobia turned his head to look.

What caught his eye was a dead face, with a black dahlia in his mouth, his head was mended, almost completely cracked, ghost blood flowed down, and his white eyes were full of unwillingness, staring at him deadly.

Social Phobia: ??!

Moment.

He's all blown up.

This sudden fright made his soul almost frightened.

"Ahhhh

He screamed like a ghost.

The whole ghost was terrified.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?"

Then.

One hand removed the woman's head, revealing Shen Jian's compassionate face, caring for the common people, and full of humanistic care.

"Scare you, don't be afraid, you're self-killing, you're valuable...... No, as an apology, I'll help you dispel your fear right away. ”

Social Phobia: ?

Big doubts popped up in his little head.

In particular, can fear be removed?

I don't read much, don't lie to me.

"How to eliminate?"

He asked subconsciously.

His heart was still beating violently as he said this.

One can imagine what kind of psychological shadow the scene just now caused him.

If he came a few more times, he was afraid that he would become the first ghost in history to be scared to death.

Lingering for 10,000 years.

"It's simple."

A sincere smile appeared on Shen Jian's face, the curvature of the corners of his mouth had reached the point of almost a strange smile, and then, he grabbed his head with his left hand and took out a machete with his right hand.

"Human, what are you doing with a knife?"

"Don't worry, this is a physical way to eliminate fear, you also know, fear comes from the brain, the brain is controlling your body to produce an emotion called "fear", my method, can not only kill fear, but also will not hurt your body. ”

Social Phobia: !!

God doesn't hurt my body.

I believe you're a fucking ghost.

Fool a three-year-old.

Your posture is clearly trying to cut off my dog's head.

Put your brain on your side, the ghost will have no fear, right, you're a fucking genius!

"Save the ghost, someone is going to kill the ghost."

The social phobia was startled into a cold sweat and shouted loudly.

But when he was caught by Shen Jian, he couldn't move at all.

He could only helplessly grasp the bottom of the car with his hands, making the last sound of struggle.

After that, the social fear ghost doesn't know.

……

Do it all.

Shen Jian grabbed the headless body of the social phobia.

+1 for the Beast Road.

on this

He was very satisfied.

The real world is invaded by horror games, ghosts are revived, horror descends, and the soil for the birth of ghosts is born.

Whether it is killed or committed suicide, as long as the resentment is strong, its soul will remain in the world, gradually becoming a lonely ghost, and then through various methods such as killing, cannibalism, and scary, step by step from the white clothes to the green clothes level, and then to the red clothes level.

Excluding the ghosts that have revived in the horror world, the red-clothed ghosts are basically the ceiling of the real world, and there are occasionally top-notch red-clothed ghosts, and even ghost king-level ghosts, which are also terrifying existences that can only be born by chance.

And if you want to become a red-clothed ghost, you have at least a few hundred lives in your hands.

And the more brutal the killing, the strongest pleasure can be obtained.

These conditions drive the ghosts to hunt humans instinctively.

And this kind of ghost who commits suicide for various reasons is the best unlocking indicator for the beast road.

Otherwise, it would not be easy for him to gather 50 powerful ghosts with ten evil karma in the horror world.

After all, it's not like a ghost, which can be artificially catalyzed.

Pondering.

Shen Jian looked at Nie Yun.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Nie Yun: ......

He froze for a few seconds.

The facial muscles tugged subconsciously.

What do I want to say?

Nima.

What do I want to say, does it still matter?

Eyes.

He was a real eye-opener today.

Not only has the horizon been opened, but the three views have also been reshaped.

When he saw Shen Jian for the first time, he knew that this man was not a good stubble, and in forcing the long-necked ghost to commit suicide, he refreshed his cognition of the ghost.

But he didn't expect it.

Shen Jian's bad behavior has no limit.

If the ghost hunter is frightened, afraid, and cautious in the face of supernatural events and ghost attacks, then this man is making fun of the ghosts and playing tricks.

Crooked day.

How confident do you have to be to dare to do such a thing?

Isn't he afraid that one day he will get away with it? Is it eaten by a ghost?

Come to think of this.

Nie Yun glanced at the two dead heads with difficulty, and saw that the red-clothed ghost that was enough to make the ghost master frightened was killed so easily, he said from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Shen, your method is so wonderful, I thought about it carefully, after he is completely dead, he will never have fear This kind of fear." ”

"I will record these methods and compile them into a book, and I will name them [On the Three Hundred and Sixty Ways to Die of Evil Ghosts]"

Shen Jian was stunned.

What he wanted to ask was: did he feel that he was too weak?

But......

Nie Yun's consciousness was so high that he was surprised.

Such a talent should become a living person.

Thereupon.

Shen Jian's eyes became more and more satisfied.

"Yes, the children can be taught."

Nie Yun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a sneer: "It's all Brother Shen's good teaching, and the younger brother doesn't dare to take credit." ”

Shen Jian looked at him and wanted to praise him.

That's when it happened.

The No. 300 ghost bus parked outside the station suddenly moved.

The originally dark body suddenly lit up with a miserable green light.

Illuminated by the light.

One after another, ghosts emerged.

He was looking at them through the car window.

A cursory look.

There are at least thirty or more.

Nie Yun's face turned pale.

He knew that the ghost bus was a means of transportation for the ghosts, but he didn't expect that there would be so many ghosts.

Thirty ghosts, what's the difference between stepping on a horse and falling into a ghost den?

Moreover.

In the cramped car, if the ghosts rush up, even if they have weird supernatural abilities, they will be eaten clean if they can't play a role.

He could only pray that the ghosts here were limited by the supernatural restrictions of the ghost bus and could not attack humans.

Otherwise, it's dangerous.

Nie Yun looked at Shen Jian and wanted to know what the arrangements were.

For example, supernatural props disguised as ghosts, or the ability to shield the perception of ghosts.

And then......

He saw Shen Jian carrying two corpses and couldn't wait to get into the car.

There was no defense at all.

Not to mention camouflage or something.

just swaggered on the ghost bus.

Nie Yun: ......

He wanted to cry without tears.

I always feel that this trip will be the most exciting experience of his life.

And there is no turning back.

You can only go to the end of one tendon.

With this thought in mind, he hurriedly followed.

For fear of falling behind one position, he will be blocked by a powerful ghost.

……

Got in the car.

The miserable green atmosphere is creepy.

Nie Yun looked.

More than 30 ghosts in the seat were greedily watching the two big living people who walked on the bus.

It seems that they didn't expect that these two human beings would be so bold, knowing that this was a ghost bus, and they dared to swagger up.

The breath of the living made them salivate and swallow.

are all waiting for an opportunity.

Looked at.

Nie Yun's face turned even paler.

He's just a budding ghost hunter who has mastered a ghost puzzle, and he is being watched by more than thirty ghosts, and this experience is the first time.

I just feel my scalp tingling.

I feel a chill in my heart.

Then.

He saw that after Shen Jian got on the car, he directly threw the two headless corpses in the carriage, and said excitedly:

"Fate, when we met for the first time, I didn't prepare anything good, so I took two local products from my hometown to give you."

Shen Jian's gaze swept away.

The ability of the Eye of Hell from King Qin Guang gave him a clear idea of the past and present lives of these powerful ghosts.

There are more than thirty ghosts, and most of them meet the conditions for the inclusion of the Animal Dao.

If you catch all of this wave, you can basically complete half of the performance.

Come to think of this.

Shen Jian became more enthusiastic.

Look left, look right, and occasionally show a little disgust, but overall nodded with great satisfaction.

Ghosts: ???

Looking at the two of their kind in the carriage, they were stunned for a moment.

Stunned.

Is this pedal a souvenir?

Do you give this souvenir away?

Where are you from? We'll divide you into separate provinces, so don't confuse us with us.

"Everyone is here, let's go, I'm sure we'll have a wonderful night."

Shen Jian patted the driver's shoulder familiarly.

Call the shots.

Ghost Driver: ......

You talk about chicken feathers.

This driver, or you can be it!

(End of chapter)