Face-Covering Cloth

The bus started moving again.

As the lights came back on in the carriage, Yang Jian immediately realized that the most dangerous time had passed. As long as he returned to the bus, he would be temporarily safe, at least without worrying about being targeted by these ghosts.

"Leave here."

Yang Jian's eyes flickered slightly. He felt that if he stayed outside any longer, he would definitely be targeted by the mummified bride. Although the weeping ghost was temporarily suppressed by the ghost rope, the danger was not over.

He immediately stepped back.

In the Ghost Domain, he appeared next to the bus in the next instant and then retrieved the ghost rope.

Without the ghost rope binding it, the wailing grave ghost crashed to the ground with a dull thud, like a corpse falling, its entire body in a bizarre posture.

But as the Grave-Wailing Ghost fell, Yang Jian saw a white cloth fall beside it. This white cloth was used by the Grave-Wailing Ghost to cover its face, and the outline of a human face could be clearly seen on it. The outline of this human face was hollow and eerie, carrying a sorrowful weeping feeling.

On some kind of intuition, Yang Jian felt that the veil covering the face of the wailing grave ghost was unusual.

"This thing almost made me cry my eyes out. It shouldn't be too much to ask for something from you as compensation, right?" He didn't rush to leave. Instead, he immediately returned to the side of the face-covering cloth, picked it up, and slipped away while the wailing ghost was still writhing on the ground trying to stand up.

After picking up the face covering, Yang Jian immediately got into the car.

But when he got into the car and saw the driver's seat, his expression tightened.

The middle-aged driver's body, which had just been lying on the ground, was now sitting upright in the driver's seat, his stiff hands, covered in lividity, gripping the steering wheel tightly. His silent, deathly gray eyes were open, staring at the road ahead, as if he were preparing to drive.

"Was the body moved when the engine was turned off?" Yang Jian immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

Could the ghost on the bus be the driver's corpse?

No, that's impossible.

Someone touched the corpse just now, and even stepped over it, but nothing happened. Moreover, the corpse had been lying on the ground for several hours without any abnormalities. He observed it very carefully from the back seat and there was no way he was mistaken.

Or is it that the corpse itself is fine, and the ghost inside the car simply righted it?

I can't figure it out.

So many strange things happened today, everything is a huge mystery, and just trying to survive is difficult enough, let alone having the time to think about the reasons behind it all.

"Never mind, as long as nothing bad happens, the most important thing now is to wait for the bus to leave this awful place. We can't delay any longer; it would be terrible if those ghosts got on the bus."

Yang Jian quickly retreated to the back of the carriage, ignoring the corpse in the driver's seat.

Out of caution, he did not sit down randomly, but instead chose to sit in his original seat.

The existence of a fourth ghost is uncertain; it might still be in the carriage.

Even after Yang Jian sat down, he didn't relax. He gripped the face-covering cloth tightly in his hand and observed the scene outside.

Will the wailing ghost who took my piece of cloth come looking for revenge?

At this moment, the weeping ghost had already stood up.

Without the veil covering its face, Yang Jian could finally see half of the weeping ghost's face clearly. The reason it was only half a face was due to the angle; only half could be seen.

But it was this half of his face that gave Yang Jian a sense of dread.

Rather than a face, it's more accurate to say there's no face at all. Inside the entire face is an empty hole, as if someone had forcibly gouged out the facial bones. Inside is a pitch-black hole, bottomless, like an abyss, exuding a strange terror.

Even with his Ghost Eye, Yang Jian couldn't see what was inside the hole in the face; he could only see pitch blackness.

After the wailing ghost stood up, blood began to seep out of the hole in its face again, as if Yang Jian's removal of the face covering had disrupted some kind of balance.

But.

Yang Jian takes it or not is not very meaningful, since the face covering has already fallen off. He just feels that this thing is valuable and he can't have made a wasted trip.

The grave-crying ghost, having lost its face covering, didn't get on the bus to cause trouble for Yang Jian; it seemed that the thing was never important to it.

The wailing ghost stopped crying and turned to walk back into the woods by the roadside.

They were no longer affected by Zhang Hao's waving.

Beside the woods, a new path suddenly appeared. The weeping ghost followed this winding path and quickly disappeared into the woods, vanishing without a trace and without a sound of crying, as if it had already left.

"Did a ghost leave?"

Yang Jian regained his hearing only after the thing left, and at the same time, he couldn't help but look down at the white cloth in his hand.

The white cloth was rough and old; rather than being white, it was more like it had been stained a grayish color and was somewhat dirty. The outline of a crying face was imprinted on it, and then the other side was turned over.

It's still the outline of a crying face.

Aside from that, there's nothing particularly special about it.

But Yang Jian felt that this thing was special, not because of the face covering itself, but because of the crying face.

Because the weeping ghost stopped crying after the crying face was removed.

Perhaps it's not a ghost crying, but just this face.

Crying face?

For some reason, Yang Jian thought of Tong Qian again, but the face on Tong Qian's body was smiling.

Crying and laughing, two similar grimaces.

Before he could think further, suddenly...

A loud crash was heard outside the bus.

He slammed one hand against the glass window next to him, then grabbed the windowsill with the other hand and flipped over to climb into the carriage.

It's that man in the baseball cap.

His hat had fallen off, revealing a bald head, making him look like a monk.

"It wasn't easy to survive. I was almost killed in my sleep. You can't even imagine that nightmare. There were evil spirits around me all the time. If you were killed by one of those things, you would really be dead. But luckily, I woke up. Hey, the resurrection of the vengeful spirit actually saved me."

The man in the baseball cap glanced at Yang Jian and let out a self-deprecating laugh, "You're quite special. Of the three, you survived the easiest, and you even suppressed that wailing ghost. This isn't something a newcomer could do. Xu Feng misjudged you. What's your name? Would you mind getting to know me?"

"Yang Jian, the person in charge of Dachang City," Yang Jian said calmly.

My personal information is easy to find, so there's no need to hide it.

"My name is Lin Bei. I'm a student at the Buddhist Academy. Although I haven't graduated, I could be considered a monk," said the man named Lin Bei.

Yang Jian stared at him and asked, "What about the ghost that's been haunting you?"

"Have no idea."

Lin Bei touched his bald head and said, "Maybe it will wait on me until I fall asleep before launching another attack, maybe it will abandon me as its target, or maybe it will return to this bus. That thing has no physical form and seems to be able to enter dreams. And I'm just unlucky; the only way I can defend against a ghost's attack is by sleeping."

"When I'm asleep, I'm in a special state where I'm very safe, but it seems that this isn't always the case."

"Now doesn't seem like the time to say these things. There is no absolute safety in front of vengeful ghosts, even in a car." Yang Jian looked out the car window as he spoke.

He saw the mummified bride still there, seemingly motionless, her withered hand still holding Zhang Hao's dead body, standing like a couple across the road.

Judging from this, this thing doesn't seem to be planning to get back on the bus.

If that's the case, then it's good news.

But then he discovered that Xu Feng's body was gone; it had been lying right next to him just moments before.

"You almost killed me just now." Xu Feng's voice rang out through gritted teeth. He had somehow managed to run to the side of the bus and then immediately rushed onto it.

They're still alive?

Yang Jian was stunned when he saw him.

They've been holding that mummified bride down for three minutes now, and that thing hasn't killed her yet?

She's really lucky.

"You can't say that. In that situation, it was gradually becoming a dead end. I was just trying to save myself. If I hadn't stopped Zhang Hao's corpse from attracting the ghosts around, do you think I would have had a chance to get back to the car alive?"

Yang Jian's expression was calm, but he looked at him with a hint of hostility.

"Your corpse is a very special item; it would be a waste to use it only for self-preservation. It's perfect for suppressing ghosts, and this time you're being used to suppress a female ghost, so it shouldn't be a bad deal for you, right?"

Xu Feng glared at him and said, "You just wanted to kill me on the way. 'Suppressing the ghost' is just an excuse."

"Even if that's the case, so what?" Yang Jian stared at him, utterly unafraid. "Just lie there quietly, don't try to cause trouble. You're trying to kill me just to increase your survival rate. I've been more than polite to you. If we weren't on this bus, believe me, I'd bury you ten thousand meters underground and let you lie there to your heart's content."

He could tell that Xu Feng's abilities were formidable in the face of the vengeful ghost, and his self-defense capabilities were extremely strong, even stronger than Lin Bei's.

However, its weaknesses are also obvious.

Those with an overly strong ability to protect themselves often lack the means to launch proactive attacks.

Perhaps that's why these two were able to survive on the bus; the others in the same batch, or those who arrived on the bus even earlier, had long since died.

"Don't be too smug. You only survived this time because of luck. The ghost attacked us, but you might not be next time. Being arrogant here is useless. Only the one who survives to the end is the winner."

Xu Feng said coldly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with his ability at all. On the contrary, he was very glad that he had this ability to lie dead and protect himself.

I remember those Ghost Tamer I used to know either died from the resurgence of vengeful spirits or inexplicably fell victim to some supernatural event, and one by one, news of their deaths came out.

He alone, working as a manager in Xiaochun City, just getting by and still alive today.

Yang Jian said with a hint of mockery, "I don't know how long I'll live, but one thing is certain: I'll live longer than you. You'll find out when you have the chance."