In the evening, the sun sets. The skyline was dimming at a visible rate, the heavens and the earth seemed to be covered by a pair of invisible hands, and the leaping sunset light quickly faded away, and the world fell from light to darkness.

"Dudu ......" a supernatural bus is driving on a deep mountain road at the moment, with dim and yellow headlights illuminating the road ahead, and automatically honking.

The narrow lanes don't fit for a huge bus, but the buses can squeeze in in incredible ways.

The horn of the car stopped after two automatic honks, but the dull and hoarse horn sounded far away.

"The Castle?" Liang Xingyang's eyes moved slightly, and along the light of the headlights, he saw a Western medieval style castle at the end of the road.

There are no lights in the castle, and the whole thing is shrouded in darkness, leaving only a rough outline, which is particularly eerie in the mountains and forests, and the bus continues to run, probably passing through the castle.

His gaze slowly retracted, and he looked at a small book spread out in his palm. There are many kinds of place names recorded on one page of the book.,There are forty-two.,All of them are the actual coordinates of the platform that you pass after boarding the supernatural bus.。

The names of these places are completely different, and sometimes the two platforms are quite far apart, but the supernatural buses can be crossed in an unreasonable way.

A new coordinate will be recorded in the notebook soon. At the back of the carriage, He Tianxiong, who was crowded among the many powerful ghosts, had a thin face, and his eyes were a little dull and numb.

If it weren't for the occasional movement, it would have looked no different from the corpses in the seat next to him.

After not eating or drinking for more than ten days, the body of the living person could not stand it at all, and he directly lost a lot of weight in the early stage, and now the body has no sense of freshness at all.

Sitting in the car every day is also a huge torture for the heart. But what numbs him even more is the fear of everything unknown before each stop.

"How did Lin Bei and Zhou Deng survive?" He sighed inwardly, his slightly numb eyes moving, and glanced at the electronic screen in front of the car: 33.

This number means that there are 33 ghosts in the car. The endless supernatural events abroad also made the carriage almost full.

Half a month ago, he desperately used the exorcism horn to drive away the ghosts, vacating 19 seats, and unknowingly being occupied by the ghosts, the source of the supernatural events in the place where the supernatural bus passed.

The situation abroad is completely out of control, with an endless stream of supernatural events breaking out, many villages and county towns becoming desolate, cities becoming no-man's land, and supernatural events forcing residents to move to other places to live, leaving only ghosts to wander in the no-man's land.

He Tianxiong's face was solemn: "Only the last seat in the carriage is still vacant, and if there is no ghost at this station, it will be full again." "Even if there is one empty seat, it is difficult to ensure that only one ghost is on at a time, and if two come up, I am afraid that they will have to drive one ghost off the bus to prevent the overload from happening again.

Now. The bus stopped in front of the castle. As the doors opened, the gates of the dusty, overgrown courtyard slowly opened.

Then, there was movement coming from inside. As soon as the sound of heavy footsteps came out of the castle, a red carpet that seemed to be watered with blood spread quickly and spread in front of the bus.

Just when Wang Chaling, who was in the driver's seat, hesitated to close the door to prevent the ghost from getting into the car, a gloomy and old figure appeared in the carriage out of thin air.

The ghost got in the car. The red carpet outside the car quickly faded away, as if it were an illusion.

"This ghost is very dangerous, Wang Chaling shouldn't put the ghost up." Liang Xingyang's gaze slowly moved, locking on an old foreign corpse wearing a dirty and tattered aristocratic tuxedo and pierced through his heart by a wooden cross.

He felt a faint supernatural oppression on the other party. This is a ghost that has been left unhandled for a long time, or killed the ghost rider in the course of the confrontation, and the puzzle gradually becomes perfect, and the level of horror is extremely high.

Suddenly. The foreign old corpse's neck turned slightly, and on the head with sparse long hair, a pair of dead and numb eyes on the rotten face looked over, and the eyes were full of malice, as if he was looking at the prey.

Liang Xingyang narrowed his eyes, looked at each other fearlessly, and analyzed the intelligence in his mind: "It is suspected that he has the wisdom of a living person, and his own horror level is so high that he can't even suppress his actions in the carriage, and he may break free at any time and kill people in the carriage." He remained motionless in his seat, but silently prepared underneath.

The ghost cha replaced in the ghost mirror world is frantically encroaching on the ghosts to increase the number of unsolvable suppression, and in the dark ghost snake belonging to the ghost cha, the replaced ghost painting women have also begun to superimpose the number, and there are more and more white and cold palms shaking in the dark.

The ghost didn't take his seat for a long time, but the bus didn't care about that, and started and headed for the next stop. The carriage fell into an eerie calm, filled with an extremely oppressive atmosphere, and such an abnormal situation made people feel like a catastrophe was coming.

The old foreign corpse was wandering, as if hesitant to immediately clean up the carriage of people who threatened him.

"S-class, this is definitely a terrifying S-class. Are all the supernatural events abroad so fierce? Wang Chaling's pupils shrank slightly, his heart beat violently, and he could also see that the supernatural bus couldn't completely suppress this ghost.

"Something is wrong! This damn Wang Chaling, how can he put such a terrifying ghost in the car, this garbage driver is not competent at all. He Tianxiong's long-suppressed emotions became irritable, and he almost couldn't help but explode recklessly, but he finally held back, desperately letting himself lower his breathing, and at the same time took out a substitute death doll from his arms.

That's when it happened. The dead eyes of the foreign old corpse stared directly at Liang Xingyang, and his stiff body suddenly moved, and he quickly pulled out the cross that pierced his heart.

Liang Xingyang's eyes were cold, and he didn't hesitate to do it when he saw this, he didn't care if he would be targeted by other powerful ghosts in the car, he had to strike first.

His whole body was engulfed in thick darkness, leaving a black coffin on his seat, which seemed to be condensed from pure darkness.

The old foreign corpse moved, and the blood-stained cross emitted a rich blood light, and a ghost that was enough to make people dizzy and disgusting was emitting.

And yet the next moment. The black coffin lid also moved a gap, and a large area of darkness spread out to fight against the blood light, and a terrifying supernatural confrontation exploded in the carriage.

The normal supernatural bus braked sharply and stopped on the spot, and the passengers and ghosts in the seats couldn't help but shake their bodies.

But the paranormal confrontation has only just begun. The moment the blood color collided with the darkness, the rich blood color was rapidly fading, and part of the darkness was also soaked in blood light and turned scarlet, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two ghosts for a while.

In the next moment, countless white real palms emerged from the darkness, shaking towards the foreign old corpse in unison. Summoning ghosts!

The blood light on the cross began to flicker erratically a few times. The foreign old corpse also walked uncontrollably, but his arm suddenly moved, and there was a foreign object wriggling under the cuffs of the tattered tuxedo, and under the influence of the ghost-summoning supernatural, countless revenant phantoms immediately flew out to resolve the impact of the ghost-summoning ability.

Ignoring it, the old corpse walked towards the black coffin with heavy steps, and its shriveled mouth began to make a hoarse and strange sound, launching a third attack.

Inside the carriage. Wang Chaling recruited the second generation of the Wang family to guard, and a large amount of blood oozed strangely from the Yin Hall, and when he was frightened in his heart, he felt that his perception of the body disappeared suddenly, and his consciousness seemed to be stripped away by some kind of supernatural power.

At the last moment, a ghostly roar came from the black round hat he wore on his head, and the cuff of the hat suddenly widened, swallowing his head in one gulp.

"Grandparents, protect me." Wang Chaling's eyes darkened, his mouth squirmed and he dropped a sentence, his body softened, and the whole person fell to the seat, life and death unknown.

The generation of the Wang family gathered around him and didn't care about the supernatural confrontation next to him. And the other side. He Tianxiong only felt a slight tingling in his mind, and there was a struggling force in his hand, and when he looked down, his pupils shrank slightly.

The dead doll seemed to be drunk, her arms were holding her little head, and a large amount of blood was also oozing from the center of her eyebrows.

However, as a supernatural prop, there is no consciousness stored on it, and it is very effective to withstand this kind of attack that only targets consciousness, and it was not destroyed in the first place.

At this time, the carriage became extremely dangerous, and He Tianxiong looked anxiously, but he didn't dare to move easily at all, for fear of being targeted by a powerful ghost.

This is an S-class ghost, and he has no power to resist at all. The souls of the dead gushing out of the cuffs of the black tuxedo on the body of the foreign man turned into a torrent, pouring into the black coffin one by one, these souls seemed to come from the living, there was no limit to the number, and it was likely to be a confrontation between the infinite spirits and the infinite spirits.

The old foreign corpse was holding the cross and approaching the coffin erected on the seat step by step, and the blood light stopped the fading, but when it reached a certain distance, the old foreign corpse suddenly stopped.

Because near the black coffin, an old woman with a wrinkled face and a rusty coffin nail in her hand appeared out of thin air: Meng Xiaodong.