Yang Jian and Sister Hong discussed together, revealing the terrifying secrets of this supernatural bus.

Their conversation was not hidden from others, and everyone on the bus heard them.

But these secrets were useless to them; even if they understood some of the bus’s secrets, it wouldn’t matter because they hadn’t solved the problem of the ghost’s resurrection. They didn’t know life or death, so knowing more was futile.

“So, what’s the method to establish contact and become the driver?” Yang Jian asked.

Sister Hong didn’t hesitate and straightforwardly said, “It’s simple, just put your hand near that corpse’s mouth and let it bite you. Once it bites you, it’ll recognize you as part of the bus, allowing you to control the bus without attracting the ghost’s attention.”

“However, even if you establish contact, it won’t lower the difficulty of operating the bus. Successfully controlling the vehicle depends on the amount of supernatural you possess. To be honest, I’m not entirely confident in you, but you’re the most outstanding in the current supernatural circle. If even you can’t manage it, then others surely can’t either.”

Yang Jian continued to ask, “What price do I pay if I become the bus driver? I don’t want to be trapped on this bus forever.”

“The scenario you’re afraid of won’t happen. From now on, you’ll sense the bus’s presence, which should be beneficial to you.” Sister Hong paused and looked out the window.

A stop for the supernatural bus had arrived.

It was an unfamiliar stop, a place Yang Jian had never seen before.

Outside the window was darkness, surrounded by endless wilderness filled with dry yellow weeds, and the platform was set on a dirt road in this wilderness.

“No particular danger has appeared.” Yang Jian glanced at it but didn’t pay much attention to the stop.

However, the supernatural bus still opened the door at this stop, but this time, it was the exit door, indicating a ghost needed to get off at this stop, beneficial for the ghost-tamers on the bus.

As expected.

A ghost stirred and got off the bus.

The ghost was dressed in tattered clothes, but its body was slightly bloated, and it wore a hat made of woven wild grass, resembling an old farmer.

Once off the bus, the ghost walked without stopping toward the endless wilderness, then stood motionless in it.

Quickly.

The bus reactivated and resumed its journey.

As Yang Jian looked back at the ghost in the wilderness again, its figure had already vanished.

Sister Hong seemed to recognize this wilderness, she gazed at it for a while before slowly withdrawing her gaze.

“Great, the ghost is off, so the bus is safer now. With Yang Jian and that woman in the cheongsam, there are only six ghosts left on the bus.” Someone sighed with relief and felt fortunate.

Yang Jian no longer cared about the number of ghosts on the bus. He could manually adjust the number, which only these newcomers feared.

His only concern was how long to stay in this supernatural world.

“How many stops do you have left? I’m not planning to establish contact and become the driver immediately.” Yang Jian continued.

“Four more stops.” Sister Hong smiled.

Yang Jian nodded, “Alright, I’ll act after the third stop.”

Saying this, he covered the corpse on the seat like someone unaffected and sat down, forcing himself to adapt to the situation despite the uneasiness in his heart, as he would have to sit on this ghost once he became the driver.

The supernatural bus continued, and the scenery outside changed, no longer an incomprehensible supernatural place but a bustling city, with bright lights everywhere, and even pedestrians walking on the road not far away, indicating this stop was within a real city.

After traveling through the city for a while, the bus began to decelerate.

“This stop is reality, a good opportunity. I can get off here and definitely shouldn’t travel with ghost-eyed Yang Jian. His missions are always fraught with danger; although my time on the bus hasn’t been long, it has delayed the ghost’s resurrection somewhat. Leaving now means survival.”

Someone looking at the scenery outside suddenly had the thought of getting off.

And there were more than one ghost-tamer with this idea; several exchanged glances signaling the same intention.

Yang Jian’s intimidation was daunting, and he was to drive the bus to take the woman in the cheongsam somewhere, a venture not meant for them. If they didn’t leave now, they might not get another chance at the next stop.

“The moment the door opens, rush out.”

These individuals watched the door intently, secretly prepared.

The supernatural bus stopped at a platform next to a road in this bustling city.

The platform was a regular bus station, not a supernatural stop, yet the bus halted.

Sister Hong laughed and explained, “If a regular platform location doesn’t change for a long time, it highly likely attracts the supernatural bus to stop there because this ghost’s judgment on stops isn’t one-hundred-percent accurate; sometimes it mixes them up.”

“Is that so?”

Yang Jian immediately understood why the supernatural bus stopped near a real-world platform.

It turns out the supernatural bus confuses stops between the supernatural land and real-world ones, like a program running for too long occasionally producing errors.

Soon,

The doors of the supernatural bus opened; this time, both the front boarding door and the exit door opened.

“Now’s the time, leave the bus, return to reality.”

In this moment, five or six ghost-tamers moved, leaving their seats to rush toward the exit door. Once they leave the supernatural bus, they’d be safe, free from upcoming dangers.

“Boom!”

Just as someone reached the door, the bus door closed suddenly and unreasonably.

“What’s happening? The door closed again?”

These individuals froze momentarily.

But quickly, they reacted, all looking at Yang Jian on the driver’s seat.

“Yang Jian, was it you? Why did you close the exit door, we haven’t provoked you, you mind your business while we seek ours, we don’t interfere with each other.”

A man with several rotting spots on his face gritted his teeth and asked loudly.

Others also stared at Yang Jian, wishing to tear him apart if they weren’t overpowered.

They dared to ride such a horrifying supernatural bus to survive; fear of a team leader wasn’t an issue.

“If you get off and enter the city in your condition, you’ll eventually trigger supernatural events due to ghost resurrection. Keeping you on the bus reduces many troubles outside, so stay on the bus and don’t think of escaping midway.” Yang Jian remained calm, spoke indifferently.

“Yang Jian, you’re overreaching, which eye of yours sees me dying from ghost resurrection? I can live for at least three months in this state, during which I can find other ways to survive. What you’re doing now is cutting off our paths.”

The man with the rotting face showed a few crazed looks in his eyes.

“Yang Jian, open the door, let us leave, and we’ll stay clear of each other’s paths, how about it?” another ghost-tamer suggested.

Yang Jian said, “You’re not the head of headquarters; I can’t trust your words. Besides, I know better than anyone what desperate ghost-tamers might do. So accompany me through this journey and get off afterwards, but this stop, you can’t leave. If you insist on fighting, fine then, let’s battle here, if you can kill me, do as you please.”

Yang Jian stood up slowly, holding a red long spear.

And then, everyone fell silent, the bus engulfed in brief tranquility.

Fight Yang Jian?

Don’t be silly; he’s the fiercest in the domestic supernatural circle. To them, every head of headquarters is revered, they’re meant to stay far away if encountered, who dares challenge them?

“If you don’t dare fight, get back to your seats.” Yang Jian coldly commanded.

The others struggled with their expressions, unsure of what to do.

“Sit back down, or you’ll die.”

Yang Jian shouted again, striking the ground heavily with the spear in his hand.

The entire bus shook, even the lights inside flickered ominously. Some terrifying suppression had influenced the ghostly bus, as if it couldn’t withstand Yang Jian’s fury.

The ghost tamers’ hearts tightened in fear, not daring to hesitate any longer. They immediately turned and returned to their seats.

Even the leading man didn’t dare to oppose and shrank back submissively.

Everyone knew that if they really didn’t sit back down, Yang Jian would kill them all in one go. He had the audacity and the ability to do so.

“Despite no actual action, I can feel my heart racing. This Yang Jian is definitely more terrifying than imagined. It’s only been a little over a year since he became a ghost tamer, less than two years. How did he become this frightening?” Someone said as they sat back down, clenching their fists tightly, and couldn’t help but tremble all over.

Only when truly facing Yang Jian can one feel that sense of despair and oppression.

Although they were both ghost tamers, they weren’t on the same level at all.

Under Yang Jian’s cold gaze, the bus stop time had already passed.

Because of his control, no one got on or off at this stop.

“Why such a temper? Isn’t letting them go a good thing? Saves trouble later.” Sister Hong said with a smile, “After the resurrection of the supernatural, things will only get more serious. These few people are insignificant in the face of the changing times. You don’t have enough weight to be a paste maker.”

Yang Jian glanced and said, “A paste maker? Maybe, but what can be done about it?”

Sister Hong sighed softly, “Yes, what can be done? Which capable person doesn’t want to change this world?”

She fell into memories again, recalling the past.

Yang Jian didn’t say much, continuing to turn and sit down.

The ghost bus continued to move on to the next stop.

If starting from Dachang City, the first stop was the eerie wilderness, the second stop was the real city, and now they were on the way to the third stop, while the place Sister Hong mentioned was at the sixth stop.

Soon.

The fourth stop arrived; this stop was familiar to Yang Jian, as he had been here before, at the entrance of an abandoned village.

At this stop, a ghost wanted to get on, but Yang Jian closed the door and directly refused it.

So the number of ghosts on the bus remained at seven.

This number deducted Yang Jian and Sister Hong, so there were actually five ghosts on the bus.

At present, the number of ghosts in the compartment was not significant, nor was it particularly dangerous.

When it reached the fifth stop, the ghost bus arrived at a special place.

This was an old forest that seemed endless.

“This is… the old forest near the haunted house.” Yang Jian remembered that when he was delivering a letter, the ghost bus had broken down near the old forest.

This time, the bus didn’t break down and smoothly arrived at this stop.

If you got off here and walked along the path in the forest, you could eventually reach that haunted house.

There, Yang Jian and a group experienced the thrilling seventh day, nearly facing annihilation inside.

This stop’s situation was somewhat unexpected.

The bus had just stopped steadily, and strange, terrifying figures emerged from the old forest, in large numbers, at a quick glance at least twenty or thirty.

These fearful figures surrounded the bus, ready to board at any moment.

“Yang Jian, don’t let these ghosts get on the bus. There are too many, once the door opens, the bus will immediately be full.” A ghost tamer said, voice trembling.

“In the end, it still lost control.” Sister Hong, supporting her head, looked at the old forest outside and muttered to herself.

Without the maintenance and management of Old Lin at the haunted house, after some time, the ghosts in the old forest still drifted out, and their numbers increased.

The ghosts kept surging towards the bus, surrounding the vehicle entirely; without the protection of the ghost bus, everyone on board would face an attack from the fierce ghosts.

“It seems like I need to become the driver earlier; I can’t let this ghost bus run amok any longer, I don’t want to revisit old haunts.”

Yang Jian was not careless; with a cold face, he reached into the seat.

Soon after, he felt a burst of pain as if something had bitten him.

When he withdrew his hand, a chunk of flesh was missing from his arm, with a row of neat bite marks imprinted on it.

“Before, you hit me like this; now do the same to them, knock them all away and drive the bus out.” Sister Hong instructed.

Yang Jian, now back in the driver’s seat, felt as if he had become one with the bus, with an indescribable connection, as if he instinctively knew how to drive this vehicle without anyone teaching him, like someone around was continuously guiding and instructing him.

“No need for your nagging.” Yang Jian grasped the steering wheel and then stepped on the accelerator.

This was not an ordinary vehicle; driving it was challenging.

The steering wheel was heavy and difficult to turn, the accelerator seemed to be stuck, and although Yang Jian exerted force, its impact was minimal—the stationary vehicle only moved forward slowly, without immediately accelerating.

“Indeed, you’re still too forced.” Sister Hong looked at Yang Jian and doubted whether she had overestimated his abilities.

“Noisy.” Yang Jian retorted coldly.

Then, the eerie of Ghost Lake manifested, even the ghost bus couldn’t fully suppress this supernatural force.

Wet feet once again pressed the accelerator, and at this moment, he felt the obstacle suddenly diminish.

The ghost bus roared, accelerating suddenly and charging forward.

The ghosts blocking the way had no time to react before being knocked flying, then rolling to the ground with no further movement.

This scene was reminiscent of when Yang Jian was hit by Old Qin driving the ghost bus, a sensation only those who had been struck could truly understand.

Sister Hong laughed immediately upon seeing this; it seemed Yang Jian was indeed a qualified driver.

The other ghost tamers on the bus also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate.

“Bang!”

The fierce ghosts blocking the ghost bus’s path were knocked away one after another. Yang Jian steered the bus along the path through the forest, attempting to escape here as quickly as possible.

Compared to the fierce ghosts in the forest, he was more worried about the old man from the haunted house wandering out.

The ghost bus sped up more and more, weaving through continuously.

Although the path was muddy, the bus was powerful and unstoppable, sometimes a path suitable for driving would appear out of thin air under the bus’s headlights, ensuring there were no situations where there was no way to go.

This didn’t happen.

“The feeling of controlling the ghost bus is quite good.” Yang Jian took a deep breath.

This feeling was like driving an omnipotent machine, capable of freely running in supernatural realms, with nothing to stop him.

Among so many supernatural items, Yang Jian absolutely believed that this bus was the most powerful supernatural item so far.

Even when faced with a fierce ghost, he could step on the accelerator and knock the ghost aside, putting it into hibernation.

And the ghosts couldn’t break into the bus to attack him.

“Leaving this thing here is too wasteful, so this time I’ll just take it with me.” Yang Jian immediately had this thought in his mind.

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