Launching Again

Xu Feng was filled with shame and indignation. By lying on the ground like a corpse, he could perfectly avoid all the attacks of the vengeful ghosts. As long as nothing particularly serious happened, it would be almost no problem for him to get back to the bus alive.

He wasn't afraid even if Yang Jian jumped around in front of him.

In his eyes, it was just a dancing corpse, and he would soon be killed by the ghost and wouldn't live much longer.

Who would have thought that this guy would act unpredictably, not thinking about how to protect himself, but instead thinking about how to kill him, grabbing him and throwing him next to that mummified corpse.

That damned guy, why couldn't they have killed him before?

Xu Feng was currently pressing down on the mummified bride. He didn't feel the beauty's soft body; instead, it felt like he was lying on a cold stone. The chill seeped into his body, and even in his corpse-like state, he felt a little unable to support himself.

He seemed to be consumed by mere touch.

If they chose to attack him first, Xu Feng felt he was doomed.

However, if he were to lie on top of this ghost, the chances of him being attacked would be very high.

So, he was tricked by Yang Jian.

Seeing Zhang Hao's body fall to the ground, seemingly no longer under control, Yang Jian looked again in the direction of the weeping grave ghost.

It seems it's too late. Now that Zhang Hao has summoned these ghosts, even if he stops, he can't get rid of them. After all, summoning ghosts is easy, but sending them away is not so simple.

The only good news was that the banging sounds coming from the black bus next to us seemed to have stopped.

One of the ghosts didn't seem to be summoned.

With Yang Jian's intervention, the ghost hidden on the bus fell silent again, remaining concealed somewhere on the bus and choosing not to get off.

The ghost, suspected to be a nightmare, is still fighting against the man in the baseball cap. He's not dead yet, and it shouldn't be a problem for him to hold off the ghost for a while.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that Yang Jian now only has this wailing grave ghost to face alone.

In a one-on-one situation, he might not be able to win, but he could certainly protect himself, since he had already plugged his ears.

"As expected, it's coming for me. So far, I'm the only one who hasn't been bothered by any other ghosts. If this wailing grave ghost has to choose a target, I'm the best one." Yang Jian saw the wailing grave ghost emerging from the forest and walking towards him step by step.

He wasn't surprised.

Because there aren't many people here who can be attacked, if anyone else fits this ghost's target profile, it's him.

After all, Xu Feng has now landed on the body of the mummified bride, while the man in the baseball cap is still fighting the nightmare, and it's unknown whether he will be killed in the dream.

"Let's see if it can enter my Ghost Domain. If it's certain it's going to attack me, I'll have no choice but to fight back without hesitation. If I rashly attack and end up like the dried corpse bride, being killed in one move by holding hands would be terrible." Yang Jian thought to himself, preparing to fight back, his hand tightly gripping a straw rope.

This is a ghost rope.

It can hang ghosts, but its ability is limited; it can only hang a few ghosts, but it can still play a crucial role.

The Ghost Domain doesn't extend very far, only about five meters around its perimeter. Yang Jian did this simply to ensure his own safety.

However, there were too many ghosts around, making it quite difficult to even protect oneself. Fortunately, the two people next to him shared the danger with him, and of course, he also shared the danger with them.

A very bad situation has arisen.

Unable to escape the attack of the weeping ghost, it walked right into its own Ghost Domain, just as Yang Jian had predicted.

This made his face darken instantly.

When did my Ghost Domain become so worthless? These ghosts can come and go as they please. It seems there aren't many ghosts left that can be isolated by the Ghost Domain.

Or is it that one layer of Ghost Domain is too weak, and two or three layers are needed to be effective?

However, Yang Jian was quite resistant to opening a deeper level of the Ghost Domain. He was worried that the Ghost Eye would revive, and since the Ghost Eye couldn't suppress it, it would break its own balance and he would die from the Ghost Eye's revival.

"Do it."

He chose to release the ghost rope at this moment, as it was the only ghost he could suppress on his own, so he usually carried it with him.

Immediately,

Straw ropes floated up from Yang Jian's Ghost Domain, swaying automatically in mid-air like vengeful ghosts, ready to hang everyone there.

Because the Demon Rope has indiscriminate attack capabilities, it works even against demons.

A rope landed on the weeping ghost, looped around its neck, and was then tightened, effectively suspending it by the neck.

The wailing ghost's feet were off the ground; it was hoisted up, its body hanging in mid-air.

"It worked?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, a strange look on his face.

Was this ghost really that easy to control?

I observed it for a while.

The wailing ghost seemed to have fallen silent, as if it had truly been bound by the ghost rope, unable to make any strange movements, and no longer wailing.

"Did I overestimate this wailing grave ghost, or is my ghost rope just too powerful, only unleashing its full potential because it has only encountered unusual creatures before?" Yang Jian couldn't help but wonder.

"Or perhaps, this ghost rope is a remedy for this wailing grave ghost?"

I've thought about it a lot, but that's not the main point right now.

"Bang! Bang!"

The sound of violently pounding on the bus behind us started again.

The corpse of the weeping ghost, hanging in mid-air, began to sway eerily again, swinging in mid-air with increasing amplitude, and each swing bringing it closer to Yang Jian.

It can't be.

Yang Jian suddenly turned around and looked.

His expression changed drastically.

Xu Feng's body, which had been pressed against the mummified bride, had been discarded to the side. The mummified bride stood up again, still holding Zhang Hao's hand. Zhang Hao resumed his previous posture and waved in their direction.

"Xu Feng's strange corpse could only hold down this mummified bride for less than three minutes? Is this guy even a man? That's too short, and he was drained dry in just one time."

Yang Jian discovered that half of Xu Feng's originally rotting corpse had gradually dried up, as if it had been eroded by the mummified bride and was gradually being assimilated. However, Xu Feng himself was still alive and was staring at them angrily, seemingly harboring a lot of resentment.

This is very bad news.

Xu Feng's corpse was special; it could isolate him from most vengeful spirits. However, when he encountered this mummified bride, he was affected by it instead.

"However, my previous caution was correct. This mummified bride is a major taboo; we absolutely must not have any contact with it, nor let it target us, otherwise there is absolutely no chance of survival." Yang Jian felt a sense of impending doom.

He felt as if he were surrounded, unable to fight against overwhelming odds.

If only these things could be killed, but ghosts are unkillable. If we keep dragging this out, we'll only end up hurting ourselves.

However, just when he felt the situation was deteriorating again...

Suddenly, the bus behind us honked its horn, its headlights turned on, and the lights inside the bus were switched on as well.

The deathly silence of the darkness vanished.

The bus, which had been turned off, was restarted at this point.