Xu Feng was filled with humiliation and anger. Lying on the ground playing dead allowed him to perfectly avoid the attacks of all the vicious ghosts. As long as nothing especially serious happened, returning to the bus alive should have been almost guaranteed.
Even if Yang Jian hopped around right in front of him, he was not afraid.
In his eyes, Yang Jian was merely a dancing corpse. He would soon be killed by a ghost and definitely would not live for long.
Who would have thought that this guy would not play by the rules? Instead of thinking about how to protect himself, he had thought about how to kill Xu Feng, grabbing him and throwing him beside that dried corpse.
Why had that damned bastard not managed to get himself killed earlier?
Xu Feng was currently pressing down on the dried corpse bride. He did not feel the softness and warmth of a beautiful woman's body. Instead, it was like lying atop a cold stone, the chill seeping into his body. Even in his corpse-playing state, he felt like he could barely endure it.
Just touching her seemed enough for him to be eroded.
If she chose to attack him proactively, Xu Feng felt he would be doomed.
Yet he was lying on top of this ghost, so the chances of him being attacked were extremely high.
In other words, Yang Jian had set him up.
Seeing Zhang Hao's corpse collapse to the ground and seemingly no longer under control, Yang Jian looked toward the grave-weeping ghost again.
It seemed everything was already too late. After Zhang Hao had summoned these ghosts, even stopping now could not make them leave again. Summoning ghosts was easy, but sending them away was not something that could be done casually.
But