Zhang Hao, Zheng Yaowen, and the three girls traveling with them had gotten off late, so they were at the very back.
When the sound of crying rose from the grave in the fields, the people who had gotten off first were the unlucky ones. They made an utterly incomprehensible move, dropping to their knees and crying toward the distant earthen grave. But after only a few sobs, the crying stopped.
Several people had silently cried themselves to death right in front of them.
The sorrowful expressions on their faces before death, along with the despair and terror revealed in their dull, lifeless eyes, made everyone's hair stand on end.
This was no longer merely a paranormal incident. It was a horrifying event of a vicious ghost killing people.
The ghost mourning at the grave in the fields was killing the passengers who had gotten off the bus through some inconceivable means.
Terrified, everyone could only scream and run.
But after only a few steps, several passengers suddenly stopped, turned around, dropped to their knees, and began crying toward the earthen grave in the fields.
Hearing their cries, Zhang Hao and Zheng Yaowen were scared out of their wits, on the verge of a breakdown.
Because that crying was practically a death warrant. Whoever knelt and cried was doomed to die. The corpses on the ground were the best proof.
They were about to run in another direction.
But Yang Jian's words suddenly gave them some sense of direction amid their despair.
Back to the bus?
For some reason, seeing Yang Jian standing calmly by the bus door gave them an almost blind sense of trust. They believed the bus was the safest place, while outside was simply too terrifying.
Without thinking further, they scrambled back toward the bus.
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