Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

"If I don't buy it... I might die!!"

"No! I don't want to die!"

"I'm still young, I've mastered the uncanny... I have an even brighter future ahead of me..."

Finally, Ye Qian gritted her teeth, reached out and plucked a long hair from her head, and handed it over.

Seeing Ye Qian's actions, the salesman's smile instantly blossomed, like a blooming carnivorous flower.

He took the hair, carefully placed it into the bottle, and then slowly said:

"Beautiful lady, please select your items."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qian's hands trembled as she took a small, slightly more normal-looking mirror from the cart.

"This...this one will do."

"Okay, transaction complete."

The salesman nodded with a smile, then pushed the cart forward.

"call……"

Ye Qian breathed a long sigh of relief, a look of relief at surviving a disaster on her face.

"It seems... this rule is true!"

"I survived!"

Thinking of this, she glanced triumphantly at Chen Feng and Wu Jian, as if mocking their cowardice and hesitation.

However, Chen Feng and Wu Jian's expressions suddenly turned ugly.

Because they could see from the side that Ye Qian's face wasn't reflected in the mirror she was holding.

Instead, a pale, swollen, and grotesque face appeared!

"ah!!!"

Just then.

Ye Qian also noticed the abnormality in the mirror.

She let out a piercing scream and instinctively tried to throw the mirror away.

But the mirror seemed to be stuck to her hand; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake it off.

Followed by.

The ghostly face in the mirror suddenly gave her a strange smile.

then……

A hand slowly emerged from the mirror!

That hand was pale and thin, with nails as black as ink.

It grabbed Ye Qian by the throat and lifted her up.

"Help...help me..."

Ye Qian struggled desperately, kicking her legs wildly.

But the hand was incredibly strong, and no matter how much she struggled, it was to no avail.

"Hehehe..."

A chilling laugh came from inside the mirror.

Then.

More hands reached out from the mirror.

Some grabbed her arms, some grabbed her legs, and some covered her mouth.

It was like a pack of hungry monsters devouring their prey.

"Snap! Snap!"

The sounds of flesh being torn apart and bones breaking echoed continuously.

Ye Qian's body was forcibly torn into pieces and then dragged into that small mirror.

Blood was splattered everywhere.

It stained Chen Feng and Wu Jian's faces red.

"this……"

Wu Jian was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, his face as pale as paper.

"This...this rule is fake!"

"Buying something... will actually kill you?!"

Chen Feng was also shocked! When those strange hands appeared just now, the two A-level monsters within his body even briefly crashed!

Attention passengers!

"Due to a passenger violating train rules,"

"This train... will enter 'carnival mode' ahead of schedule."

Over the loudspeaker, the train conductor's voice suddenly became shrill and piercing, filled with a sense of madness.

"Violated the rules?"

"not good!!"

Chen Feng frowned. Although he didn't know exactly what the "Carnival Mode" meant, he was sure it wasn't a good thing!

"roar--!!!"

Before he could think any further...

The next moment, all the passengers in the carriage suddenly rioted.

Their bodies began to swell and deform.

Some grew fangs, some grew tentacles, and some turned into bizarre creatures with faces covered in lividity.

They no longer maintained that fake smile, but instead revealed their hideous true colors.

"Why live...?"

"Why are you still alive...? Come... join us..."

Countless scarlet eyes were fixed on the two remaining survivors... Chen Feng and Wu Jian.

"It's over..."

Wu Jian closed his eyes in despair.

Faced with this car full of strange creatures, even if the strange creatures within him hadn't shut down, they definitely wouldn't last three seconds!

"Buddha..."

Chen Feng took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Despite his despair, he did not give up.

Because he knew.

Behind him stands the supreme, ancient Buddha of rebirth!

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

Just then.

Lin Chuan's loud and sinister voice resounded in his mind like a great bell.

Then... Boom!!!

A forbidden rule, using Chen Feng as the medium, instantly spread out like a tidal wave!

"Namo..."

The resounding Buddhist chants echoed through the narrow carriage.

Each syllable transformed into distorted Sanskrit characters, coalescing into invisible chains that shot wildly at the strange passengers rushing towards them.

This is the forbidden rule activated by Lin Chuan—the Death-Taking Sanskrit Chant!

He would not allow Chen Feng to die here before he could find out the source of the "pink mist".

"ah!!!!"

Under Lin Chuan's rule, piercing screams began to rise and fall inside the carriage.

Those originally fierce and eerie passengers quickly began to melt away under the baptism of the Buddhist chants.

Lin Chuan discovered that these passengers were different from the real supernatural beings. Influenced by some kind of rule, they still retained some of the emotions and thoughts they had before they died. When faced with "death", they would feel fear, scream, and even try to escape.

"What...what kind of power is this?!"

In the corner, Wu Jian, who had been resigned to his fate and waiting for death, suddenly opened his eyes.

He was completely stunned when he saw what was happening around him.

He stared blankly at Chen Feng, stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Chen Feng was shrouded in chaotic black light.

Behind him, a huge, pitch-black phantom of an evil Buddha was vaguely visible, sitting cross-legged in the void.

The power of the rules emanating from that illusory image of the evil Buddha was vast, ancient, and malevolent, yet it also carried a strange sense of holiness...

"This...this..."

When Wu Jian faced the illusory image of the evil Buddha, he felt his very soul tremble.

Just as Wu Jian was stunned and in a daze.

Lin Chuan was looking towards the end of the train through Chen Feng's perspective.

That's the direction of the driver's cab.

Lin Chuan sensed that an extremely subtle yet exceptionally powerful fluctuation of rules was slowly awakening there.

sizzle...

At that moment, the lights inside the carriage began to flicker wildly, emitting an extremely piercing electrical sound.

Between light and darkness.

A short, hunched figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

It was an old man wearing tattered neon clothes.

He was carrying an old-fashioned kerosene lamp.

The lights were dim and flickering.

But if you look closely, you'll find...

What was burning inside the lampshade wasn't oil, but rather distorted, painful, and constantly spinning human faces!

The old man's appearance was even more terrifying.

Half of his face was ulcerated, revealing the bare white bone.

The other half of his face was covered with black lividity, and black pus and blood kept seeping from his pores with each breath.