Wang Chaling put down the chess pieces in his hand and looked at the chessboard with a smile: "I'm really sorry, this game is my win again, take out the things." ”

A few days passed, the two of them also played dozens of games of chess, each with a win, about a five-five look, the monk has been asking for all kinds of information, Wang Chaling asked more than a dozen questions, then put forward the goods as a condition for the gambling contract, the monk also agreed for some considerations.

Of course, none of these items are precious, they are some small items in the ghost temple, such as sandalwood, ghost tree branches, pond water, and rice.

These things have their own special uses, sandalwood to ward off ghosts, branches to fight ghosts, pond water to suppress the supernatural, fasting rice can induce ghosts, the real value alone is actually much higher than some low-level ghosts.

But the key point is that when the Jizo monk gave these things to Wang Chaling, the supernatural of these things only represented their "original" supernatural spirits, and did not mix with the supernatural spirits of the Jizo monk himself or the ghost king.

If the trading object is replaced by a ghost, the monk may not be able to agree, and the ghost is much more difficult to "clean" than these consumable supernatural items that are dismantled separately.

After receiving the sandalwood handed over by the Jizo monk, Wang Chaling had accumulated three sandalwood sticks, five branches, two bowls of rice, and about one liter of pond water.

"That's all for chess, pick up my things, let's play next time we meet...... However, it may be you who will go to hell then, after all, living too long is not necessarily a good thing. Wang Chaling waved his hand to modify the existence of the stone table to none, and erased it along with the chess pieces, and his words were very polite.

"Thank you Wang Shizhu for answering questions, the next time you meet, the poor monk will definitely prepare a big gift for you, I hope Wang Shizhu will be satisfied by then." The Jizo monk replied.

In the Q&A between you and me, the layer of cover on both sides has long been gone, and each other knows that the next time they meet, they will definitely be dead and alive, but everyone is a civilized person, and they will not threaten them with cruel words in person.

"Wang Wudi, this monk is threatening you? It's just bold, you're just too good at talking, this kind of little deflated three dare to talk to you like this, in my opinion, we might as well join forces to break in and tear down this broken temple! Ye Zhen, who was a little drowsy watching the two of them play chess, understood the secret words of the Jizo monk, and immediately came to the spirit, and the long sword hanging on his waist was held in his hand, flashing with a penetrating cold light.

The back on his body was carried by Wang Chaling's grandfather, and now he is in peak condition, and he has the urge to fight.

Wang Chaling's face darkened.

If I can play, why am I still playing chess with it here? I asked my grandfather to tie this to me and use other means to get information.

"Don't make a fuss, the supernatural bus is coming soon, and if we miss this bus, it's not easy for us to return to reality next." As he spoke, Wang Chaling's eyes still lingered on the Jizo monk.

I saw that the monk shook his head and didn't say anything about Ye Zhen's words, this junior's strength is good, and he also has some impressions of the ghost who died for him, but that's it, adults don't care about a child, unless this guy really comes in.

But is it possible?

"Don't forget, the monk who pit you in is still in reality, according to you, that person is old, if you stay here for a while, maybe that person will die of old age, and you won't be able to take revenge at that time." Wang Chaling had already figured out Ye Zhen's temperament, and Ye Zhen's bad feelings towards the temple came from the person outside, so he easily transferred the contradictions.

"Wang Wudi, you are right, that's it, this matter is over today, but Wang Wudi, when you visit here again, you must call Ye Mou." Ye Zhendao, he didn't like this monk's eyes very much, and felt that he was not in his eyes at all.

"Okay."

Wang Chaling responded, and the ghost tamer who took the initiative to help was not much, and the person in charge of the headquarters had to take gold quotas and resources to deal with supernatural events, and Ye Zhen, who was sent to the door for free, did not have to use it in vain.

In the distance, a dim light shone through, and the dim world became a little brighter, and a tattered bus was heading towards the temple gate, gradually slowing down.

Wang Chaling didn't wait stupidly, and walked directly in the direction of the bus with the dead soul, a body quickly appeared next to him, and the dead soul was also taking off the back on his back, and then directly put the back on the body.

It's just a body that contains a little supernatural power, naturally it can't bear this back, and the dead soul follows behind it, putting both hands on top of the back, lifting the back to prevent it from falling directly to the ground, so that the ghost can be revived again.

Wang Chaling stood on the side of the road, looking at the approaching supernatural bus, and motioned for the revenant to take a few steps forward, beyond the bus road, but also on the edge.

Ten meters, five meters, two meters, one meter...... The dim light was not dazzling, and when there were still about 30 centimeters left from where the dead soul was standing, the dead soul, who had been holding the back of the shackle, suddenly lowered his hands, and at the same time pushed the body carrying the back of the back before it hit the ground.

Thirty centimeters of distance.

Even if the speed of the supernatural bus has slowed down to a certain extent, even if the supernatural bus brakes sharply again, the front of the car still collides with the back fence on the ground.

The terrifying supernatural suppressive force was vented on the back of the back, directly knocking it more than ten meters away, and the bamboo back was stained with foul blood, as if it was flowing out of the back, and at the same time, a hole appeared on the back, revealing the terrifying "mountain goods" inside.

"Can't you make it crash completely? Is it because of the supernatural bus braking and the absence of a driver? Wang Chaling frowned and looked at the tattered back.

There is no body to carry the back, so it fell to the ground, and the terrifying ghost did not condense, but all kinds of strange phenomena are still staged near the back, which means that the ghost has not completely died, and it will not take too long to recover.

The plan of using the supernatural bus to crash the back gear can only be regarded as a small half of the success, temporarily making it impossible for the ghost to interfere with Wang Chaling or do things in secret, and it is still far from a real solution.

"The supernatural bus without a driver and the supernatural bus with a driver can be said to be two existences, Yang Jian dares to hit the ghost ship directly, no one can drive even a ghost to crash into the plane."

The matter has come to this point, and Wang Chaling has no choice but to wait to return to reality and use the ghost scissors, and now he can only take this back on the road for the time being.

Looking at the supernatural bus that fell silent, Wang Chaling did not hesitate, and motioned for his father to come over and bring the backpack over.

Now the back is very light, the weight and suppression of the horror is originally from the spirit of the back itself, and now that the spirit is suppressed, some special things about the back are naturally eliminated.

According to Wang Chaling's estimation, the current memorization may be able to suppress a normal A-level ghost, but the Wang family's revenants are all in the A-level top category, and the second-generation revenants are much more difficult to move.

And......

"Ye Zhen, this back is now semi-silent, it is a good opportunity to control it, do you have any ideas." Wang Chaling pointed to the back of the road that was separated from the supernatural bus and said.

"Don't, this memorization and Ye's temperament are too incompatible, it's okay to recite it occasionally, it's impossible to control it, I don't want him to be rumored to be a relinquishment by others when I reign in the world." Ye Zhen's face was full of disgust, and without thinking about it, he rejected this terrifying ghost with a very high degree of terror and a very low difficulty in controlling it.

But this answer is very true, a middle and second disease that made the gloomy ghost domain into a manifestation of the gods descending to the earth, and he is indeed very persistent in some things.

Wang Chaling didn't force him to agree, but just said that he would trouble him to carry it during this time, but Ye Zhen had no opinion on this.

Ye Zhen put the back on his back again, and the two stood together on the side of the road, waiting for the recovery of the supernatural bus, Wang Chaling took the opportunity to tell Ye Zhen some information about the supernatural bus, and by the way warned the other party not to rush up to make trouble when he saw the car, and cut it with a sword.

There is a connection point between the endless cemetery and reality in Dahai City, and the supernatural bus often passes by, Ye Zhen has an impression of this car again, and it is really hard to say whether it will run into this matter.

Be prepared!

"Stop, Wang Wudi, I admit that you are stronger than Ye, but Ye is not so weak that even a bus is afraid, Yang Jian? It's just a guy who relies on your credit and hypes up with the water army, such a character, how strong can his father Yang Xiaotian be? This bus can't just hit it to death, so what's so scary? ”

Although Qin Lao said that Yang Jian's father was killed by him, according to Wang Chaling's speculation, the other party must have been breathing for a while after being hit, and made many arrangements for the placement of his own ghosts, of course, it was just speculation, but Wang Chaling still told Ye Zhen in this version.

In the face of Ye Zhen's rebuttal, Wang Chaling was not surprised, whoever controls Ye Zhen for the dead ghost will be similar to Ye Zhen, or even more crazy.

"I won't argue with you, you'll find out when you get in the car." Wang Chaling arrived casually, and he had already seen the dim lights turn on and the front door of the bus open.

Directly took his family to board the bus, Ye Zhen held a long sword, followed him and stepped on the bus, his eyes immediately fixed on the driver's seat.

He sat down without saying anything, and Wang Chaling didn't care about him, walked to the back row by himself, and sat down with the four old men.

As soon as Fang just collided, the supernatural bus temporarily stopped moving forward, and the ghosts on the bus also ran almost the same, but there were many places on the bus.

Ye Zhen sat in the driver's seat, the flesh and blood of his intact hands gradually decayed, and the normal skin became jet black, but it did not rot like flesh and blood, but was wrapped on it intact.

One of his hands was on the steering wheel, and the other hand was on the switch that controlled the door, trying to close the front door, an invisible resistance permeated the control switch, and Ye Zhen's palm was blocked by this force.

His face gradually distorted, a rotten aura spread, Ye Zhen's face was abnormally pale, and he was invoking the power of several powerful ghosts in his body.

Before there is a suitable way to control it, the way to control the supernatural bus is also very simple, to suppress the supernatural bus with its own supernatural spirit, as long as you can suppress a part, you can get a part of the control.

Ye Zhen used his powerful ghost power and moved the switch with all his might, but the switch could not be completely closed, at most it could only be halfway.

As time passed, the front door closed automatically, and Ye Zhen's face was a little ugly, but he didn't give up, and directly suppressed all the spirits on the steering wheel.

Ye Zhen, who has the number of powerful ghosts controlled by Ye Zhen, who is a substitute for the dead ghosts, few people know the specific number, and now, he has almost all his supernatural powers pressed on this steering wheel.

Finally, the stuck steering wheel moved, and began to rotate slowly, and the direction of the supernatural bus gradually began to deviate.

The next moment.

Two illusory palms appeared on the steering wheel, forcibly reversing the steering wheel back to its original appearance, and under the combined action of the revenant soul and the supernatural bus itself, Ye Zhen was powerless.

"Ye Zhen, it's almost enough to play, this car has a fixed stop for the next journey, and there are places I need to go." Wang Chaling said loudly.

Ye Zhen: "......... Okay, today I will give you a face for Wang Wuving. ”

Ye Zhen left the driver's seat, walked to a position near Wang Chaling and sat down, chatting with each other, and holding a game console in his hand, which looked dazzling from time to time.

The supernatural bus travels through the eerie supernatural places, endless primeval jungles, misty mountains, eerie county towns, eerie castles, endless cemeteries, dilapidated campuses, Caesars Hotel, and ............ After more than 20 hours of driving and eight or nine supernatural places, Wang Chaling finally saw a big mountain through the bus window.

After a few more hours, the speed of the paranormal bus gradually began to slow down, and with the sound of brakes, the supernatural bus stopped steadily in front of a thatched house.

"Wang Wudi, have you found a place to cultivate immortals?" Ye Zhen, who got out of the car, pointed to the mountain hanging in the air and said in disbelief.

The mountain is about 10,000 meters high, almost 100 meters from the ground, the clouds and mist on it, the pavilions and attics are faintly visible, the early morning sun is sprinkled on the mountain, the sacred image appears from time to time, Ye Zhen even saw some cranes circling and flying in the mountains.

"If there is such a thing as cultivating immortals in this world, then it will not be our turn to deal with ghosts and face the revival of the supernatural." Wang Cha Lingdao.

There are no gods in this world, only ghosts, and although this place is quite fairy, the vanity on the surface has never been able to cover up the "stench" of the essence of the spirit.

"Ugh."

Ye Zhen shook his head a little lonely, with his strength, after spending a few seconds attracted by the gorgeous appearance, he could naturally see the essence under the immortal mountain.

Wang Chaling ignored this little emotion, and walked straight to the front of the thatched house, which had no door, only a window, and ropes hung down to block the view of outsiders.

He took out a letter from his arms, which was given by Qin Lao, and it was also the only physical object given by the other party, and its role was to act as a token.

I saw Wang Chaling hand the letter into the window of the thatched house, and after a few seconds of silence, a violent wind suddenly rose, and the clouds and mist in the sky seemed to be stirred, and a white jade staircase slowly emerged, revealing only one corner, and the deeper one was hidden in the clouds.

"Let's go~!"

Wang Chaling let out a low snort and took the lead in stepping up, followed by Ye Zhen.

(End of chapter)