To avoid the fierce ghosts wandering near the supernatural bus, everyone had no choice but to enter this dim old forest.
A narrow path wound through the old forest. It was not long, and its end could be seen at a glance.
At the end stood an old house, seemingly abandoned for a long time and rarely visited by anyone. Yet two red lanterns hung from its front gate, still lit and giving off a faint crimson glow. From afar, they looked like a pair of eyes, making the scene especially eerie.
The old forest was very quiet. The moment they entered it, it felt as though they had stepped into another world, giving them an unreal sensation.
What was even more baffling was that the fierce ghosts seemed unable to set foot here. They were blocked outside the forest and had not followed anyone in. Even the supernatural rain falling outside avoided this patch of woods and did not drift down within it.
Because of this, some passengers who might otherwise have been killed by the fierce ghosts had instead survived by sheer luck.
Yang Jian briefly took note of the people who had entered the forest.
Including the fourth-floor messengers who had survived earlier, there were nearly twenty people in total.
It seemed that after the engine stalling, fewer passengers had been killed by ghosts than expected.
That made sense.
Those able to board the supernatural bus were basically Ghost Tamers. Their abilities varied, but they all had some means of protecting themselves.
The danger had only just begun, and they had already fled into this old forest, greatly reducing the death rate.
If this old forest had not kept the fierce ghosts from approaching, most of them would probably be dead by now.
"I don't want to