The bus started moving again.
As the lights came back on inside the bus, Yang Jian immediately understood that the most dangerous moment had passed. As long as he returned to the bus, he would be safe for the time being—at least he would not have to worry about being targeted by those ghosts.
"Get out of here."
Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly. He felt that if he remained outside, the dried corpse bride would definitely set her sights on him. Although the crying grave ghost was temporarily restrained by the ghost rope, the danger had not passed.
He immediately backed away.
Within the Ghost Domain, he appeared beside the bus in the next instant, then recalled the ghost rope.
Freed from the ghost rope's restraints, the crying grave ghost crashed heavily to the ground. The sound was dull, like a corpse falling, and its whole body twisted into a bizarre posture.
But when the crying grave ghost fell, Yang Jian saw a piece of white cloth drop beside it. It was the cloth the crying grave ghost used to cover its face. The outline of a human face was clearly visible on it—hollow and eerie, carrying a sorrowful, weeping expression.
On instinct, Yang Jian felt that the face-covering cloth dropped by the crying grave ghost was unusual.
"This thing nearly cried me to death. Taking one of your things as compensation shouldn't be too much, right?" He did not leave right away. Instead, he immediately returned to the cloth, picked it up, and slipped away while the crying grave ghost was still twisting on the ground, trying to stand.
After picking up the face-covering cloth, Yang Jian immediately chose to get on the bus.
But the moment he boarded, his expression tightened when he looked toward the driver's seat.