A Graveyard Passed By

Despite the perilous experience, they were lucky enough to get off the bus alive after the engine stalled. All three Ghost Tamer made it back to the bus, while the only unlucky ones were Zhang Hao and a few others who were just ordinary people.

Without any suspense, the ordinary people all died. They had no ability to protect themselves and could not withstand the repeated attacks of the vengeful ghosts there.

The mummified bride was still standing on the other side of the road, holding Zhang Hao's hand, and hadn't left. However, seeing that she didn't make any further moves and didn't get back on the bus, the group felt relatively relieved. In addition, the bus had started running again, and based on their knowledge of buses, they could conclude that they were currently safe.

However, after Xu Feng survived, his conflict with Yang Jian deepened.

But both of them knew in their hearts that they had each lost the best opportunity to kill the other.

Yang Jian's best chance was to make his move while the body was lying in bed. However, to stop Zhang Hao from summoning ghosts while holding his hand, he could only throw Xu Feng out instead of killing him.

Xu Feng, fearing that Yang Jian wouldn't be able to withstand the sudden stop and would die from the resurrected vengeful ghost, thus worsening the situation, tried to kill him when the bus lights went out. However, this also failed.

Yang Jian was overly vigilant and prepared; such an opportunity would not come again.

Five minutes have passed since the bus lights were turned back on.

As soon as the five minutes were up, the front and back doors of the bus, which were open, suddenly slammed shut with a bang.

The glass window next to Lin Bei, which had been opened, closed itself at that moment.

The car was completely sealed off, like a closed environment; no one could get out, not even a ghost could leave.

"Looks like we've completely gotten rid of that thing." The bus started moving again.

Yang Jian could see the figure of the mummified bride behind him gradually receding into the distance. The thing did not choose to chase after him, but still stood there holding Zhang Hao's hand, like two statues, without making any movement.

But this doesn't mean all the crises are over.

At this moment, the number displayed on the vehicle's electronic display screen is still: 1.

There is still one passenger.

In other words, there's a ghost inside the car.

But there were only three of them on the bus. The number of passengers definitely didn't Ghost Tamer, otherwise the number would be different.

Moreover, it's still around 3 a. m., so the bus still has a chance to stop.

There might be more ghosts getting on the bus ahead.

At that time, I still didn't know what kind of ghost I would be facing.

Just thinking about this made Yang Jian feel immense pressure, because he had no idea what kind of dangers awaited him ahead. The only solution was to leave when the bus reached a safe stop.

If you stay in the car any longer, you'll die sooner or later.

It took half an hour to drive there.

Fortunately, the bus that restarted did not make a fourth stop, which means that no new ghosts have boarded so far.

However, it was four o'clock in the morning.

The bus passed through a very strange place.

A cemetery.

The road was lined with densely packed burial mounds, each one rising up like a small hill. Some of the mounds had tombstones with a person's portrait faintly visible on them, but because the vehicles were moving and the lighting was poor, only a blurry outline could be seen.

Some of the mounds were sunken, as if something inside had left the mound and could no longer support the raised earthen mound.

"What kind of place is this?" This question popped into Yang Jian's mind.

This burial mound stretched as far as the eye could see, extending into the darkness in the distance. Although its extent was unknown, it was certain that this was not any place in reality.

It was yet another bizarre and incomprehensible place.

"Don't stop here, or who knows how many ghosts will get on this bus."

So many burial mounds sent chills down my spine, exuding an ominous and eerie atmosphere. It was far more serious than the single burial mound I had seen when I was watching the ghostly wailing at the grave. It resembled a large cemetery or graveyard.

"Damn it, if it stops here, the bus will probably be full in no time, and then we'll really be doomed." Xu Feng noticed the situation outside and his face was also very grim.

Like Yang Jian, he could also sense the terror of this place.

Lin Bei, however, remained silent, curled up in a corner and asleep, oblivious to the horrors outside.

The bus drove for a full ten minutes on this road surrounded by burial mounds, yet still hadn't left the cemetery, which gives you an idea of just how vast it is.

However, Yang Jian later discovered that although there were many graves here, he did not see a single ghost. It seemed that the terror was only superficial, and the situation here was actually much better than the previous stations.

This idea has only been around for a short time.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian saw that the continuous stretch of cemetery along the road suddenly stopped, leaving an empty space.

A road runs through the open space, leading directly to a small hill.

In this dim and gloomy world, a small wooden cabin sits atop a hill surrounded by burial mounds.

The wooden house was old and dilapidated, as if it had been neglected for years. It was rickety and poorly constructed, with drafts coming from all sides. It seemed as if the house would fall apart if kicked a few times.

"There are wooden houses in a place like this?" Yang Jian felt a sense of disbelief.

Who would live in such a godforsaken place?

Or perhaps, that wooden house wasn't meant for human habitation at all.

The bus slowly drove past, not stopping when it passed the wooden house. After passing this special spot, there was another continuous stretch of graves ahead, just like before.

However, not long after the bus left, the small wooden house standing in the middle of the cemetery suddenly opened its wooden door with a creak.

A person walked out of the wooden house; his appearance was obscured, only a tall, thin silhouette was visible.

The person stood at the door of the wooden house, seemingly looking in the direction the bus had left.

After watching for a long time, until the bus lights had completely disappeared into the distance, the man returned to the wooden house, and the wooden door creaked shut again.

The cemetery remained in a long, deathly silence.

Half an hour later, the endless graveyard was finally cleared, and Yang Jian could finally relax.

What surprised him even more was that a city suddenly appeared in the distance in front of the bus.

I don't know which city it is, but it's radiating bright lights, visible from afar.

Only after continuing forward can we confirm that this is indeed the light of a city, and not some illusion. According to the bus's current trajectory, it is heading into the city.

"The opportunity to get off has arrived." Yang Jian had this premonition.