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Zhang Hao, Zheng Yaowen and the three girls who were traveling with them fell behind because they got off the bus late.
When the cries sounded in front of the grave in the field, the people who got out of the car first were unlucky. They made a very incomprehensible movement, knelt on the ground directly, and looked towards the side of the earthen grave in the distance. Fang Xiang started to cry, but after crying a few times, the crying stopped.
Several people died crying silently in front of them.
The sad expression on his face before death, as well as the desperation and fear revealed in his ashen and lifeless eyes, made people's hairs stand on end in an instant, and their hearts trembled with fear.
This is no longer as simple as a mere supernatural event, but a terrifying murder of ghosts.
The ghost crying grave in the field was killing the passengers who got off the bus in some unimaginable way.
Under fear, everyone could only run away screaming.
But several passengers ran for a few steps, but stopped suddenly, turned around and knelt on the ground, crying in the direction of the earth graves in the field.
Hearing the cries of those people, Zhang Hao and Zheng Yaowen were so frightened that they almost collapsed.
Because this kind of crying is simply a reminder, whoever kneels and cries on the ground is doomed to die, and the corpses on the ground before are the best proof.
Just about to run in another direction.
However, Yang Jian's words gave them a sense of direction in despair.
Enter the car?
I don't know why, but seeing Yang Jian's calm and composed appearance standing in front of the car door, several people couldn't help feeling an almost blind sense of trust in their hearts, thinking that the car is the safest place, and the outside is simply not too scary.
Without thinking too much, I ran towards the bus without even scrambling.
"Woo~!" The crying continued, like a ghost asking for his life.
At this moment.
Among the people who left the bus before, except for the five of them who were returning, the rest scattered and fled.
Although I don't know where he went, the chance of surviving amidst the crying is probably less than one in ten thousand.
"The cry of this ghost will kill those who are close to it first, but other people can't escape the fate of being killed, it's just a matter of time In this way, this ghost belongs to the existence of indiscriminate killing .¡± Yang Jian also heard the 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 ran back at this time, there was a girl who seemed to be wearing high heels. She accidentally twisted her body and fell to the ground directly.
"Feng Xiaolu, let's go." That Zheng Yaowen subconsciously glanced back, planning to go back and give a hand.
As a result, as soon as he turned his head, he and the girl named Feng Xiaolu twitched uncontrollably, and made a sad and crying expression. As soon as this expression sat down, tears fell uncontrollably just a few seconds Within a few minutes, the two cried one after the other.
Then he knelt down towards the earthen grave in the field in disbelief.
It's over~!
Zheng Yaowen and the girl named Feng Xiaolu all had this desperate thought in their minds.
These actions are all done unconsciously, as if the body is out of control, and only their own consciousness belongs to them.
Seeing this scene, Yang Jian's face was calm, as if the death of the two 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 is this?
In less than five minutes, more than a dozen passengers died.
And they all fell into the hands of a ghost.
"If I got off the bus just now, if I didn't know how to return to the bus to protect myself, I don't know how long I can last in the hands of that ghost."
Yang Jian looked at the corpses kneeling on the ground towards the direction of the grave mound, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
If he defines the horror level of this ghost, it is definitely a level.
The same level as the door knocker.
And if he wants to create a file and name this ghost, Yang Jian thinks he can name this ghost Grave Weeping Ghost."Congratulations, you have survived this dead situation." Looking away, he looked at the three people whose expressions almost collapsed, and said slowly: "Don't be so afraid. You'll get used to it after a few times."
Zhang Hao and the others were pretty lucky. They reminded me that three of them survived.
At the beginning, among the more than forty students in my class, only seven survived, and the death rate was much higher than them.
Zhang Hao didn't speak, his whole body trembled in fear, and the two girls who survived curled up together and trembled.
"Get used to it as soon as possible, don't forget, you haven't left here yet, you are still in danger." Yang Jian ignored it, but continued to look outside the car.
Because at this time he found that the person was dead, and the crying outside also stopped.
But the grave mound in the field still stood there, and it looked particularly intrusive in the dim environment just after nightfall.
etc.
Where did the ghost who was kneeling in front of the grave crying just now go?
Yang Jian's eyes shrank, and he realized that the ghost who was kneeling in front of the grave and crying just now was no longer there. It disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.
"No, it didn't disappear, it's beside"
The next moment, when Yang Jian found the trace of the ghost, even he was taken aback.
A person in filial piety had arrived at the rear of the car at some point, and walked slowly towards the entrance of the front of the car with his head down.
Looking at this scene, it wants to get in the car.
"Oh shit."
Yang Jian's hairs stood on end.
If such a grave-crying ghost gets into the car and starts crying in the car, it's 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 image might be able to restrain the ghost and make the ghost kneel outside.
But everything here is too weird, even if he blocks the grave-crying ghost himself, the change seems to be minimal. That Xu Feng said just now, this bus will have another stop, maybe it will be the next stop There are still ghosts coming in the car, and you go to stop it?
"Stand back."
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and gave up trying to stop the ghost from getting into the car.
Everything is abnormal here, it's better to save your energy and use all your strength to protect yourself instead of fighting a level-a ghost head-on.
At present, I don't have a ghost candle in my hand, and I don't have a golden container. If I go head-to-head, I will suffer a lot.
Withdrew to the back of the car, opened the distance and at the same time acquiesced to the fact that the grave-crying ghost got on the car.
soon.
The slow-moving man in mourning clothes got on the bus.
It wears a white filial hat on its head, and a white cloth hangs down to cover its face, revealing the outline of its face faintly. There is a dead air all over its body, without the slightest breath of living people.
that's all.
After the grave-crying ghost got into the car, he sat down in the position closest to the door, and then he seemed to be still, sitting motionless on the seat, without any other movements, and there was no sound of the terrible crying grave.
Everything is back to normal again.
"Do not cry?"
Yang Jian was a little surprised, but then analyzed: "Does this ghost have to be in front of the grave to cry? Or is it that this bus has a suppressing effect on ghosts, and the ghosts on the bus are in a suppressed state?" , can't easily kill someone?"
There are two possibilities.
But at present, it seems that this extremely dangerous grave-crying ghost, who cried to death more than a dozen passengers who got off the bus, is not a threat for the time being.
At this moment.
Yang Jian saw the number of passengers on the electronic display on the bus change from 1 to 2 again.
Zhang Hao and others who returned to the bus before were not counted, only the grave-crying ghost was counted in the number of passengers.
But among those who got out of the car 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 has come up. The changes in the numbers are almost matching." Yang Jian was in a particularly heavy mood.
Because there is still a ghost in the car whose identity has not been determined.
It's five minutes now.
The bus started again.
With no one driving, the car door slammed shut suddenly, and then slowly left the temporary station on the telephone pole, continuing to drive forward along the kilometer. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)? Driving forward. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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