Chapter 224: Pressure, Lift, and Lock
On the dimly lit bus, Lin Qian leaned on his chair, looking out the window, with a bulging belly that was as big as an adult.
A ferocious grimace under the belly was constantly twisting. It looked like it might tear open the belly at any time and give Lin Qianlai a caesarean section, just like Zhou Zheng.
Unfortunately, since Lin Qian controlled the hungry ghost, not a single ghost that was eaten into his stomach could escape. They were all digested by the hungry ghost, and this ghost was no exception.
He is not a weakling like Zhou Zheng. Under the suppression of the starving ghost and the bus, the strength of the ghost's struggle began to weaken, and Lin Qian's bulging belly was also slowly shrinking. Look at this With such speed, it won't take long to completely digest this evil ghost.
The bus was very quiet, and Coco's sleeping position was indeed a bit miserable. If Lin Qian's hand hadn't blocked Coco's body, the little guy would have rolled off long ago.
"Who did I learn this sleeping position from? I remember that I slept very neatly."
Lin Qian looked down at Coco, with some doubts in his eyes, and shook his head, Lin Qian didn't Thinking about this, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes slightly.
“After digesting this ghost, continue eating. When a ghost comes on the bus, I will eat just one until I get off the bus. It’s a rare occasion, but I can’t just leave like this.”
The door slowly closed, and the bus started moving again. The interior of the bus became darker, and the numbers on the display screen flashed with a faint red light.
Wei Song lowered his head and huddled in the back row, not even daring to look in front. He thought whether he could survive today depended on whether Lin Qian was in a good mood.
The scene outside the window began to regress, and the bus carrying three passengers officially entered the supernatural land. Because of the ghost blocking the bus, the bus stalled before entering the supernatural land.
Now the bus continues its journey and begins its daily routine.
In the clearing before, there were broken limbs and corpses. The willow tree behind the clearing was blown by the wind and looked extremely hideous and terrifying.
The smell of rotting corpses lingered in the air. A middle-aged man appeared in the open space, glanced around, his expression was very calm, and he looked down at the book in his hand, with doubts in his eyes:
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"That ghost was here just now, how could it be gone all of a sudden?"
The middle-aged man looked at the names disappearing from the book, looked up at the bus going away, his eyes flickered, carefully After observing the mess around him, the middle-aged man's face suddenly became clear.
Feeling some familiar supernatural fluctuations, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, put the book away, and sighed:
"Oh, this young man, how can he be so evil? Eat, I have been chasing you for so long , I finally waited for it to come out, but you just ate it for me.”
The middle-aged man stared at the bus in the distance speechlessly, then turned and walked towards the willow forest. These days, this generation, Isn’t this the first-come-first-served basis?
The 200 yuan was just gone. The middle-aged man was really speechless:
“It seems that I have to move faster next time. If I had known it would be like this, I would not drink tea. Drinking tea would be a waste of time. Ah..."
The middle-aged man walked into the willow forest. The moment the middle-aged man entered the willow forest, the willow tree that was still shaking stood still for an instant, as if it was frozen by some mysterious power. , seems weird and inexplicable.
The surroundings were dim, and the coldness that had surrounded them slowly disappeared. The soil on the ground surged, submerging all the broken limbs on the ground into the soil.
This is the legendary digging of pits to bury corpses, easily doing things that Lin Qian had forgotten.
After all, everyone has a responsibility to care for the environment, and broken limbs don’t look good.
The bus was driving slowly in the darkness, and a pale light broke through the darkness in front. Lin Qian, who was sitting on the seat, opened his eyes and turned to look out the window.
The outside the window is lonely, with wild grass and trees, the black soil blends perfectly into the darkness, and the corpses hanging on the old trees are dry and black.
The wind whizzed by, bringing with it a wailing sound. This was when we entered a supernatural place.
“Where will the next stop be?”
Lin Qian murmured to himself. With the red light of the display screen, he could see that the driver was sitting upright in the driver's seat of the bus, driving seriously.
The car was also very quiet. Lin Qian smiled, retracted his gaze, looked down at his shrinking belly, a red light flashed in his eyes:
"It's almost, it's almost, When the bus stops, I can move.”
Closing his eyes, the corners of Lin Qian's mouth curled up. Time passed slowly. The surrounding darkness was retreating. The grass and trees were far behind. There was no mysterious place like the Bride. Let's breathe. They all felt a little more comfortable, although Lin Qian didn't need to breathe.
The bus passed through the darkness, with a lake in front of it. Looking from a distance, the lake was flashing with green sparks, as if balls of will-o'-the-wisps were dancing in it.
If you look at these, you will find that they are actually heads emerging from the lake, and those green lights are shining from their eyes.
The bus began to slow down, and it seemed that it was about to stop. Lin Qian's eyes suddenly opened. At this moment, his stomach had returned to its original shape, and the fierce ghost had been digested.
From today on, if there is a ghost of this level, once eaten, it will only be digested by the starving ghost in an instant, and it will not take so much time.
Lin Qian looked through the window at the lake shimmering with green light, her eyes flashing:
"Why does this supernatural place feel so unpleasant?"
The bus stopped slowly and the door opened. A cold feeling came from outside the bus. Lin Qian was a little hesitant to get off the bus. There were many ghosts in the lake.
And looking at this appearance, the level of terror and weirdness is not low. If all these evil ghosts are eaten by the starving ghosts, how much more terrifying will the starving ghosts be?
But this thing is a bit difficult to do. He only has three days. If he is accidentally trapped in it, the day lilies will be cold by the time he comes out. Let alone resurrecting Xiaoyue, it may be a trick for the bride. All came before him.
After weighing the pros and cons, the benefits were not proportional. In the end, Lin Qian gave up. There was not enough time. If there was enough time, he could have taken a risk, but it was a pity that there was not enough time.
"After you finish dealing with Xiaoyue's affairs, kill Zhang Xianguang, and perfectly control the ghost painting, you can come here and try it."
Lin Qian looked at the lake not far away, with some pity in his eyes. So many ghosts were all wasted and had no chance with him...
The bus stayed here for three minutes, and no ghosts got on the bus. It seemed that this place was very crowded. What’s special is that the flashing green head on the lake rises and falls with the water surface.
The door slowly closed, the bus started, and headed towards the next supernatural place. Lin Qian stared at it for a long time, then looked away, and let out a long sigh, feeling a little helpless.
The sound of the whistle sounded far, far away in the silent darkness. As the bus slowly disappeared into the darkness, the sound lingered.
On the lake in the distance, there are countless heads wandering. A black boat appears on the lake. A middle-aged man stands on the bow, holding a lantern with a flashing black light in his hand.
The boat slowly shuttled in the lake with people's heads. The middle-aged man stared down at the water with a little disappointment and a daze in his eyes:
"Have you still failed? After holding on for so long, you still can't control this ghost? ?”
Alas...
The middle-aged man sighed, looking up at the false stars in the sky, his eyes a little lonely:
"They are all dead, how many are still alive today? None of them were the same at the beginning. Are you so arrogant? Are you not claiming to be a genius?”
"How come you can't even control a complete ghost? Aren't you the most genius? Why did you fail?"
The middle-aged man muttered to himself, and no one could answer his doubts.
The boat passed through the Sea of Human Heads and swam toward the depths of the lake. The darkness in the hands of the middle-aged man seemed particularly conspicuous and abrupt here.
The water on the lake is undulating slightly, and the sky is dotted with stars, including crape myrtle stars, all of which can be seen here.
In the center of the lake, a stone tablet stands quietly. There are no words on it, but a picture is carved on it. A young scholar, holding a human head lantern in his hand, is walking in a deep mountain and old forest. middle.
Behind the scholar, there was a sea of fire, with headless ghosts burning green will-o'-the-wisps, following behind the scholar step by step.
Under the stone monument, a large black coffin was pressed underneath. Under the coffin were four headless corpses, three meters tall and strong, standing motionless against the coffin.
On the coffin, eighteen blood-red chains were wrapped tightly around the coffin.
Ancient monuments hold the coffin, evil ghosts carry the coffin, and evil chains lock the coffin. It is a place of great terror. (End of this chapter)