"Halson..." Jiang Cheng committed the name to memory. The Fatty, Huai Yi, was captivated by the gentleman's eerie expression and couldn't take his eyes off him.
Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and was about to ask for more details, but the gentleman's expression seemed to freeze. He slowly retreated into the fog. Jiang Cheng noticed that the man's legs hadn't moved at all. His whole body seemed to be floating.
Only after the man had completely vanished did the Fatty seem to come back to himself. "Doctor," he said excitedly. "Did you see his legs? They didn't move. He..."
"I know, I know." Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him as he brushed him off. "He was floating."
The Fatty's eyes widened. He couldn't understand. Did the doctor really not care about something like that anymore?
"Brother Jiang, Brother Fugui, am I seeing things, or is that thing getting closer to us?" Huai Yi's sudden question interrupted Jiang Cheng's thoughts.
Through the gap between the seats, Jiang Cheng saw a cascade of ink-black hair. It wrapped around the seats and seemed to be writhing. The distance had shrunk from three rows away to just two.
The Ghost Bride was steadily approaching them. That was definitely bad news.
"What did you do?" Jiang Cheng stared at the hair, his voice turning urgent. It seemed to conceal a pair of venomous eyes. He was, of course, asking Huai Yi.
"I... I don't know." Huai Yi pressed his back against the seat as hard as he could, not daring to move.
At the same time, a teeth-grating sound came from inside the bus, as if something were being crushed bit by bit. It came from within the mass of hair and made the Fatty feel sick, both physically and mentally.
Jiang Cheng's