"When did two more ghosts get on the bus?"
Yang Jian drove the supernatural bus in circles through the silent county town. Only now did he discover that, at some unknown point, two ghosts had taken seats in the last row of the carriage. It left him deeply unsettled.
"When did those ghosts get on? I remember there weren't any ghosts following behind me when I boarded."
After noticing the anomaly, he recalled what had just happened, but found nothing.
It was as if those two ghosts had boarded even before him.
"Did they board with those two Ghost Tamers from earlier? Forget it. This isn't the time to think about that. Ghosts can't kill people on the bus, so I'll let them stay. I still need to control the bus. I don't have time to deal with this."
Though Yang Jian was wary, he could only temporarily ignore the two ghosts in the carriage.
At that moment, under the bus's relentless impacts, the ghosts around it stopped advancing and instead stood motionless where they were.
The bus circled in place, forcibly clearing out an open space. The ghosts that were struck and crushed were swept beneath the wheels, then vanished in a bizarre manner. Not a single corpse remained on the ground; it was spotlessly clean.
Yet a chilly wind gradually rose outside. It was not particularly strong, but it made the bus doors rattle and bang as though something invisible were continuously crashing into them. Even the body of the bus began to sway.
Fortunately, the supernatural bus was sturdy enough to withstand all kinds of strange phenomena outside.
"Yang Jian, did you see that? The ghosts in the carriage seem to have moved." Suddenly, the other surviving Ghost Tamer spoke in a frightened, uneasy voice.
At that