Mysterious Revival

Although they had faced grave dangers, their luck was still not too bad as all three ghost charmers had survived and returned to the bus; the only one truly unlucky was Zhang Haw, a mere mortal among them.

Without any suspense, all the ordinary passengers died; they didn't have the slightest ability to protect themselves and couldn't withstand the ghosts' repeated attacks.

The Dried Corpse Bride was still holding Zhang Haw's hand, standing across the street without leaving. Seeing that she made no other move and didn't try to board the bus again, everyone felt relatively at ease. Moreover, with the bus starting again, and based on their partial understanding of it, they could determine that their current state was probably safe.

However, Xu Feng's survival only deepened the conflict with Yang Jian.

But both men were very clear in their hearts that they had lost the best chance to kill each other.

Yang Jian's best chance was when Xu Feng lay among the corpses; he had to throw Xu Feng out to stop Zhang Haw from attracting ghosts by holding hands, rather than killing him.

Xu Feng feared that Yang Jian wouldn't survive this power outage and getting off the bus, which would worsen the situation after the ghosts' revival, so he wanted to trap Yang Jian to death during the moment the bus lights went out. That attempt failed as well.

Yang Jian was too alert and prepared; such an opportunity would not come again.

Five minutes had passed since the bus lights came back on.

As the five minutes elapsed, both the front and back doors of the bus, which were originally open, suddenly closed with a bang.

The window next to Lin Bei that had been opened also closed by itself at that moment.

The entire bus was sealed tight, like an enclosed environment. No one could get off, not even the ghosts.

"It seems we've completely gotten rid of that thing," as the bus started up and began moving again.

Yang Jian could see the shape of the Dried Corpse Bride growing distant behind them; the creature didn't choose to follow but stood there, still holding Zhang Haw's hand, like two statues, without any movement.

But this didn't mean all the peril had left them.

At this moment, the number on the electronic display on the bus still read: 1.

There was still one passenger.

It meant there was still a ghost inside the bus.

But there were only three people on the bus, and this count of passengers surely didn't include the ghost charmers; otherwise, the number would have changed.

And the time was still around three in the morning; there was still a chance for the bus to make stops.

There might still be ghosts boarding the bus ahead.

And at that time, it was unknown what kind of ghosts they would have to face.

Just thinking about this, Yang Jian felt enormous pressure, as it was clear there could be more dangers ahead, and the only way was to leave this place when the bus entered a safe stop.

If he stayed on the bus, he would eventually die someday.

Half an hour passed.

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

However, at four o'clock in the morning,

the bus passed through a very strange place.

A cemetery.

Graves densely populated either side of the road, each one protruding like little hillocks; some graves were marked with tombstones, bearing a person's portrait so indistinct it was only a vague outline due to the vehicle's movement and the poor lighting outside.

Some graves were sunken, as if something had left them, unable to support the raised mound of earth.

"What the hell is this place?" Yang Jian wondered in his heart.

The expanse of graves stretched to the edge of darkness in the distance, immeasurably numerous. It was certain that this place was not of any reality known.

It was yet another incomprehensible, bizarre location.

"We mustn't stop here at all costs, otherwise, god knows how many ghosts will board this bus."

The multitude of grave mounds made one's scalp tingle, each exuding a sense of bad omen and strangeness—far more severe than the solitary mound encountered during the Crying Tomb Ghost incident, truly resembling a grand cemetery.

"Damn it, if we stop here, the bus might fill up with ghosts in an instant, and then we would truly be done for." Xu Feng also noticed the situation outside and looked very troubled.

He, just like Yang Jian, could sense the horror of this place.

Meanwhile, Lin Bei seemed to have lost all concern at this moment, curled up in a corner asleep, as if all the terror outside had nothing to do with him.

The bus drove on this road surrounded by graves for a full ten minutes yet still had not exited the graveyard, which gave a sense of its vastness.

However, Yang Jian soon realized that despite the numerous graves, he had not seen a single ghost. It seemed that the horror was superficial, and the situation here was much better than at the previous stops.

This thought had barely surfaced.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian saw that the continuous line of graves along the road had a break in it, leaving a clear space.

On the clearing, a path led straight up a small hill.

In this dim, lightless world, on the hill surrounded by grave mounds, sat a little wooden cabin.

The wooden cabin was old and seemed to be on the verge of collapse, as if long neglected. It was crudely built, giving off the impression that it could fall apart with just a few kicks.

"A wooden cabin in a place like this?" Yang Jian felt disbelief.

Who would live in such a cursed place?

Or perhaps, the cabin wasn't built for living at all.

The bus gradually passed by, not stopping as it went by this peculiar cabin. After passing this special spot, more continuous graves appeared ahead, just like before.

However, shortly after the bus left, the door of the small wooden cabin standing amidst the graveyard suddenly creaked open.

A person walked out from within the cabin, their features unclear, only a tall and thin silhouette was visible.

This person stood in the doorway of the cabin, apparently watching the direction the bus had left in.

After looking for a long time, and once the lights of the bus had completely vanished into the distance, the person returned inside the cabin and the door creaked shut once again.

The graveyard fell back into an enduring, deathly silence.

Half an hour later, they finally passed through the ceaseless graveyard, and Yang Jian's heart could finally settle down.

What was even more astonishing was that in front of the bus, a city had unexpectedly appeared in the distance.

It was unclear which city it was, but it shone with bright lights that were visible from afar.

Only after moving forward did it become clear that it was indeed the glow of a city and not an illusion. Following the bus's current trajectory, it was headed straight into the city.

"The chance to get off is coming," Yang Jian sensed in his heart.