Engine Stalling

As the number of ghosts on the bus increased, the situation became far more complicated than expected.

If it weren't for some kind of restriction on the vehicle that Yang Jian was unaware of, which restrained the behavior of these ghosts, the terror here would have exceeded that of S-class paranormal event. Each of the ghosts on the vehicle, if released individually, could have caused an unsolvable paranormal event, let alone now that they were all gathered together.

"What exactly is this bus? How does it know the exact location of every ghost? And what makes these ghosts willingly board this bus?"

Yang Jian's expression was solemn. He could tell that the bus always stopped at some supernatural place.

That place doesn't belong to any place on Earth; it's a supernatural space constructed like Ghost Domain, a place that cannot be understood.

The bus seemed to disregard certain boundaries, freely weaving through the crowds and picking up and dropping off vengeful spirits from somewhere.

After thinking about it carefully, Yang Jian felt that there seemed to be some incredible secret hidden behind this.

"There are already four ghosts. But judging from the stop time, this train won't be fully loaded before dawn tomorrow. However, as the number of ghosts increases, the situation inside the train will only become more and more complicated. My previous caution was correct. As long as I ensure my own safety, there's no need to make direct contact with the ghosts that board the train."

Yang Jian roused himself, intending to hold on for a while and wait for a stop to disembark.

Since this bus stops in the city, it means that it won't be picking up and dropping off ghosts all the time; there will definitely be a time when it returns to normal.

That was when he got out of the car and left.

The vehicle continued on, traveling along the dark highway.

No matter which way you drive on this highway, there's always a road ahead. Yang Jian tried to use his phone's location tracking to confirm his position, but found that his phone's location tracking seemed to be malfunctioning.

Sometimes the location shows up in the south, sometimes in the north, and sometimes it even goes abroad.

The signal was intermittent and not continuous.

Just like the previous situation where we received Xu Feng's cell phone signal, it was intermittent, making it impossible to pinpoint a specific location.

The silence inside the carriage was eerily quiet.

Yang Jian remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the ghosts inside the carriage, afraid they might move. He kept silent, remaining calm so as not to disturb the terror around him.

Xu Feng, who was behind them, seemed to have gone to bed early; there was no sound from him.

Zhang Hao and the two girls standing nearby were so frightened that they almost curled up into balls, trembling all over, their fear evident.

The time displayed was 1:30 AM.

The vehicle didn't stop at any more stations during this time, which was good news; the fact that it didn't stop meant that no ghosts boarded.

But something unexpected happened soon afterward. The car, which had been traveling at a constant speed, suddenly slowed down rapidly, as if someone was applying the brakes.

A sudden stop.

Everyone leaned forward, and those who weren't seated properly almost fell over.

Car.

It's stopped.

Strangely, it stopped in the middle of the road, neither stopping at a station nor reaching any destination; the situation was completely different from before.

But the next moment, what sent chills down Yang Jian's spine was that the mourning ghost dressed in white mourning clothes, who was sitting in front of the carriage near the door, slowly stood up, turned around, and slowly walked towards the back of the carriage.

The white cloth obscured the face of the weeping ghost, revealing only empty features. It walked stiffly forward, emanating a chilling aura mixed with the stench of rotting earth, enough to instill fear in anyone who glanced at it.

"What's going on? The car stopped, and the ghost started moving too." Yang Jian's eyes flickered as he stared intently at the wailing grave ghost.

Is this ghost getting off the bus?

Or for some other reason.

However, before he could think further...

The bride, dressed in a red cheongsam with a red headscarf covering her head, looking like a dark brown mummified corpse, also stood up and walked towards the back of the carriage.

The two ghosts, visible to the naked eye, started to move at the same time.

There was also an unseen ghost; I wonder if it made a sound in the same way.

"Bang!"

The next moment.

Before Yang Jian could think further, the bus's back door, which had remained closed until now, suddenly opened.

The cool night breeze blew in, making one shiver involuntarily.

At this point, the number of passengers displayed on the bus's electronic screen changed from 4 to 3.

One of the ghosts chose to get off the bus.

Then Yang Jian saw that the mummified bride, who was closest to the back door, also slowly got off the bus and exited through the newly opened back door. The number of passengers on the electronic display board changed from 3 to 2.

The second ghost got off the bus.

In the end, the wailing ghost that had come over, like the ghosts before it, slowly got off the bus and did not choose to attack the living people sitting in the back.

Inside the carriage, the number of ghosts was greatly reduced.

At first glance, this seems like very good news; at least the ghosts that boarded earlier have all left the bus. However, the number of passengers on the electronic display board still shows 1.

All the ghosts got off the bus, but the last remaining ghost didn't.

Yang Jian looked at the changing numbers. Although the area hadn't been completely cleared, it was much better than before, and he could breathe a sigh of relief for the time being.

However, before he could think further, Xu Feng, who had been sleeping in the last row, suddenly stood up from his seat.

Without saying a word, they immediately prepared to get off the bus, as if they didn't want to stay there for even a moment longer.

"He actually chose to get off the bus at this point?" Yang Jian was immediately stunned.

The bus stopped in the middle of the road, and three ghosts got off. If a normal person were to get off in this situation, they would probably die as soon as they stepped off the bus. After all, the ghosts outside might not have gone far and might still be lingering nearby. Without the protection of the bus, the ghosts that got off earlier would not remain silent.

"Knowing that this situation is dangerous, Xu Feng still chose to get off the bus. There must be a reason. Perhaps the inside of the bus is more dangerous than the ghosts outside. Was the bus's sudden stop in the middle of the road due to some special circumstance?" Yang Jian thought quickly.

However, before he could think further...

The bus lights suddenly went out, and then the lights in the aisle inside the bus also quickly went out.

A wave of darkness suddenly began to spread rapidly from the front of the carriage to the back.

Extremely dangerous!

As darkness enveloped him, Yang Jian felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. His Ghost Eye were restless, and even his ghostly shadows seemed unable to suppress them.

As for Zhang Hao and the two girls standing nearby, they looked terrified and bewildered, unable to discern whether this was a good or bad thing.

"Leave this place."

After weighing all the options, Yang Jian gritted his teeth and chose to leave the car.

He was now certain that there was something wrong with the bus, something that could be fatal to anyone inside—no, perhaps not just humans, but ghosts too.

A flash of red light.

Yang Jian, Zhang Hao, and the other two disappeared from the train carriage.

I got up too late, so I had to use the Ghost Domain to instantly teleport away.

Once the car door is opened, the Ghost Domain comes into play, extending outside the car.

As soon as Yang Jian left, the bus went completely dark.

It was pitch black, deathly silent.

But the street outside was also dark, and you could only make out a vague outline.

"It stalled again, Xu Feng. Looks like we're really unlucky. I wonder if we'll even make it through this time."

Outside the car, a voice suddenly rang out. A man wearing a baseball cap was squatting by the roadside, emitting a strange, cold laugh. He seemed to have gotten off the car a while ago, but no one had noticed how he got off.

The person in the last row next to Xu Feng wasn't a ghost, but a person.

Judging from his tone, he seemed to have spent some time with Xu Feng on the bus.

"It seems that the newcomer died on the bus. I originally wanted to help him so I could save a seat and prevent any accidents. Since the bus stalled, well, he was just unlucky. If he had died outside, the vengeful ghost would have caused a lot of trouble after it revived. Only dying on the bus was safe."

Xu Feng's face was gloomy. His purpose in helping Yang Jian was actually to reserve a seat. As for the real reason for reserving the seat, only those who spend a lot of time on the bus probably knew.