Spiritual Recovery: The Strongest Replication System

Qin Mu suspected that Xiaoyue was fascinated by ghosts, so he reached out and patted Xiaoyue on the shoulder.

But when his hand touched Xiaoyue, it felt unreal, as if he had touched the air.

And even through the fabric of the clothes, Xiaoyue still revealed a biting coolness all over her body.

Qin Mu frowned instantly, he withdrew his hand, and quietly looked at Xiaoyue who was chatting and laughing with the air in front of him.

Her face seemed a little blurry, as if separated by a thin layer of mist, it was impossible to see clearly.

Qin Mu raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, not only did it not become clearer, but it became blurred.

An extremely terrifying thought suddenly popped up in his heart, which even Qin Mu, who had already experienced many dangers, couldn't bear.

Qin Mu took a deep breath, and tried to call Xiaoyue's name again.

"Xiaoyue, are you okay? Look at me?" Qin Mu's voice sounded like it was coming from an extremely empty place.

There were even some echoes.

Xiaoyue still didn't respond, but her words and deeds that were extremely vivid before had become a little stiff now.

Qin Mu took a few steps back subconsciously, and his eyes accidentally swept to the place where Zhang Yi and the others were sitting side by side.

Now it was empty, without any human figure, as if everything before was an illusion produced by Qin Mu.

The scene in front of me seemed to be broken, and some small cracks gradually appeared out of thin air on the car window, and then slowly expanded.

But there wasn't any glass slag falling down, instead the glass shattered and melted together with the air.

The clothes on Xiaoyue's body in front of her have also changed, becoming a bit worn out, just like the old clothes from many years ago, with frayed edges and direct tears in some places.

Qin Mu backed away unconsciously, and kicked the leg of the seat. He lowered his head, and what he saw was the rusted seat.

"How could this be..." The anxiety that had been suppressed with great difficulty before suddenly surged up like a tide, and Qin Mu's voice trembled uncontrollably.

He took a deep breath, fixedly looked at Xiaoyue in front of him, and suddenly confirmed his thoughts.

Qin Mu raised his right hand and tapped lightly between his brows, and then a few strands of golden Buddha light shone from between his brows.

He opened Buddha's eyes.

The things in front of me suddenly began to change, like a shattered sand painting, gradually dissipated and turned into powder little by little.

As soon as the wind blowing from nowhere came into contact, it dissipated in an instant.

Only then did Qin Mu realize that he was not staying on the bus at all, but at the bottom of an unnamed cliff.

Weeds were all around his feet, growing extremely high, almost reaching his calf.

Qin Mu looked around, except for the weeds and the occasional few trees, there were no other people at all.

"What's going on..." Qin Mu said softly, his brows furrowed tightly.

It’s impossible to even take the 404 bus, it’s all completely nothing, right?
Otherwise, Qin Mu only walked a short distance, how could he appear in a place that he has no memory of at all!

Could it be that……

Another idea popped up in Qin Mu's mind. He took a deep breath and recalled it carefully.

Everything seemed to start after Qin Mu got off the No. 404 bus.

Perhaps from that time on, Qin Mu who got on the bus again was no longer on the original No. 404 bus.

In other words, the 404 that looked old and dilapidated was probably the bus that Qin Mu was on before.

At this moment, the scene in front of him changed again.

In an instant, Qin Mu was on that dilapidated No. 404 bus again.

The rest of the passengers who had disappeared without knowing where they went, reappeared in front of them once again.

It's just that they are obviously not normal human beings now.

These passengers were all floating in mid-air, whether it was their pale faces or dull eyes, they had already revealed their identities to Qin Mu.

Suddenly, at the same time, they turned their heads in unison and looked at Qin Mu.

Countless pressures from unknown sources suddenly appeared in Qin Mu's heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, he suddenly raised his right hand to his mouth and bit his index finger.

Yin Hong's blood came out, and Qin Mu directly waved his right hand out of thin air.

The blood seemed to be controlled by something, staying in the air with the movement of Qin Mu's fingers, and in the blink of an eye, quickly formed a palm-sized formation.

Qin Mu muttered something, and as his voice gradually fell silent, the palm-sized formation suddenly began to expand.

It kept spinning and even flew to the roof of the bus.

Then it is completely enlarged to a size that wraps the entire car inside.

It wasn't until this time that the expressionless faces of the "passengers" in the car became emotional.

It was fear, and it was extreme fear.

They started to run around, as if they wanted to break through the formation, but unfortunately they were firmly framed.

A puff of green smoke rose from the ground, and a familiar black and white figure appeared before his eyes.

"So many resentful spirits." Bai Wuchang said softly, with some surprise in his tone.

Hei Wuchang didn't say a word, but Qin Mu always felt a little bit of excitement appearing on his expressionless face.

Excited for the many resentful spirits that appeared in front of him?

The moment Qin Mu had this idea, he quickly shook his head to drive such a strange thought out of his mind.

"You really hide secrets all over your body." Bai Wuchang suddenly turned his head to look at Qin Mu, and when he spoke, a very strange smile appeared on his face.

In the next second, Black and White Wuchang waved the Soul Calling Pan in his hand.

The resentful spirits screamed again and again, but they were still sucked in abruptly by the Summoning Pan.

In the blink of an eye, all the wraiths in the car had dissipated.

All that was left was the empty 404 bus.

"Where did you get so many resentful spirits?" Bai Wuchang looked at Qin Mu with interest.

He shook his head, expressing that he did not know the origin of these wraiths.

Then Qin Mu looked at the bus that still hadn't disappeared under his feet, and asked Bai Wuchang, "How do I get back to the original place?"

Don't talk about Bai Wuchang about this question, Hei Wuchang was also stunned.

Such a powerful person can't find his way back?

The crisp cell phone rang suddenly, and a smile appeared on the corner of Bai Wuchang's mouth. He pulled Hei Wuchang and disappeared from Qin Mu's eyes in an instant.

Before Qin Mu could stop them in time, he answered the phone.

"Qin Mu, how are you doing!" Xiaoyue's voice was very urgent.

The second she shouted, Qin Mu's eyes turned into the foot of the mountain.

And looking at the footprints, it seems that he walked over by himself.