The moment the old woman in a black cloth shirt boarded, the number on the bus's electronic display immediately changed from 11 to 13.
It had increased by a full two.
That number was never randomly displayed; it precisely recorded the number of ghosts inside the bus.
In other words.
Though this old woman appeared to have boarded alone, and was herself a ghost, she had actually brought another ghost aboard with her.
"What exactly is this thing, human or ghost?"
Yang Jian sat in the driver's seat. His Ghost Eye spun restlessly as he stared fixedly at the old woman.
It was precisely because he recognized her that he was especially wary.
Last time in Dachuan City, he had nearly been erased by this ghost. He had only managed to return through a restart.
Yet the Ghost Eye could not see anything unusual. Yang Jian looked at this old woman, who seemed on the verge of death, but he could also sense traces of a living person's aura. She seemed to lie somewhere between a fierce ghost and a living person, making it impossible to determine whether she was truly a ghost.
After the old woman carrying the bamboo basket boarded, her cloudy, dim eyes seemed to turn slightly as she looked toward Yang Jian in the driver's seat, then paused for a moment.
"Hm?"
At that moment, Yang Jian had even gripped the cracked spear beside him, prepared to fight a fierce ghost.
However, the old woman made no move. Only a faint, almost eerie smile appeared at the corner of her mouth before she continued deeper into the bus.
"Are you human or ghost? At your age, you should have lived from the Republican era until now, but I saw your corpse in Room 301 in Dachuan