Only eight of the agreed fifteen minutes had passed.
Yet this supernatural place had already begun to reveal its true horror. Countless ghosts with yellow paper covering their faces surged in from every direction. The air was filled with the smell of burning paper ash. None of this felt unfamiliar to Yang Jian; back when he had been delivering letters, he and Zhou Deng had passed through this place on the supernatural bus.
It was just that the bus had stopped at an intersection that time, where there had been a brazier burning this very kind of yellow paper.
The intersection they had passed before should have been somewhere within this silent county town. It was the same place, only a different location.
The approaching ghosts sealed off everyone's retreat, including Yang Jian's.
Under such circumstances, the supernatural influence alone could make the nearby Ghost Domain vanish. The only way to survive was for the supernatural bus to restart, allowing the remaining people to flee onto it for shelter.
But the bus had already stalled. If they wanted to restart it, they could only wait. No one knew how long that would take, because the timing was random.
Yet the ghosts had already begun their attack.
The few Ghost Tamers who had gotten off the bus no longer dared remain where they were. Even with the rolling balls on the ground before them, they had to move.
"Get near the bus. This is our only way out. We can only survive if the bus starts again. As for the rest, that depends on our luck."
In this emergency, no one had time to hold a grudge against Yang Jian anymore. If they did not want to die, they could only keep struggling, cast all hatred aside, and do everything they