Mysterious Revival

Seeing that Zhang Haw was actually persuaded to come back, Yang Jian had a look of bemusement on his face. This guy's stance was really not firm at all, being coaxed back with just a few words.

However...

Yang Jian looked at the old woman sitting in front of her, her eyes flickering uncertainly.

She knew something was wrong with this bus~!

The persuasion to bring Zhang Haw back seemed well-intentioned, not wanting him to keep probing further.

"Everything seems normal, no problems, bro, you're being paranoid, the driver taking a detour might be for some other reason, don't make a big deal out of it. But it is annoying to get on the wrong bus, when we stop at the next station, we'll just get off early, then you'll have to decide for yourself what to do next," Zhang Haw said.

Yang Jian replied casually, "It'll be good if we can get off smoothly."

He had just tried, and with his own abilities, he wasn't able to get off the bus. These ordinary people probably hadn't realized how weird this bus was.

"What do you mean by that?" the girl who was telling ghost stories earlier looked at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said, "Although it may sound unbelievable, I think all of us here, including the other people on the bus, seem to be out of luck, having gotten on a bus we shouldn't have. Whether the driver has really taken a detour or not I don't know, but there is indeed something very wrong with this bus, and getting off easily might not be an easy task.

As for waiting for the bus to stop, who knows how long that would be, it's been over twenty minutes since the last station and we haven't progressed."

"Moreover, now that we've left the city area, the bus obviously can't just stop at the side of the road."

"Of course, you can think I'm being paranoid, you don't have to believe what I'm saying. If something really goes wrong later, it's not certain that I won't be able to help you, whether you believe it or not doesn't make much of a difference."

"Bro, you think this is some kind of ghost story? Stop scaring people, you can't scare me," Zhang Haw curled his lip in disbelief at Yang Jian's words.

He believed in ghosts, but he didn't believe that with so many people in a car, they would encounter one.

"Zhang Haw, you should ask the driver again, see how long until we stop," the girl who had just spoken couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"I think you all are a bit crazy, it's just a wrong bus, what's there to freak out about? People who don't know would think we're on an airplane about to crash. Everyone's heard too many ghost stories."

Another young man nearby couldn't stand it any longer, thinking Yang Jian was a little off his rocker, perhaps a person suffering from delusions, ignoring his words, he immediately called out, "Driver, you've taken the wrong route, please pull over to the side, we need to get off."

With this shout, many people turned their heads in the bus and looked at him in unison.

But after his call, there was no response to his question, the driver at the front remained silent at this time.

"Driver?"

He called out a few times in a row, but the driver in front still didn't answer, as if he couldn't hear this person's inquiries.

"Damn, what's going on? The driver can't be mute now, can he? I'll go check it out," the young man said angrily, walking forward.

Different from before, when he walked past the old woman, she didn't try to stop him.

"Hey, I'm talking to you," the youth approached with a hint of anger, walked up to the area of the driver's seat, and pushed the driver who was at the wheel.

But this push was significant.

The driver, who had been at the wheel all this time, collapsed limply, his cap falling to the ground, revealing a rigid, pale face heavy with the pallor of death, and his slightly open mouth emitted a foul stench. It was clear the driver had been dead for at least a day, now nothing but a corpse starting to decay.

"Ah~!" The youth was so frightened his face turned white, and he collapsed on the ground.

"Zheng Wenyao, what happened?" his companion Zhang Haw hurriedly asked.

"Driver, the driver, he, he seems to be dead..." The young man named Zheng Wenyao was so scared at this moment that he was nearly crying, pointing at the driver's body on the ground, his whole body trembling with fear.

Ordinary people are afraid of the dead, which is very normal.

But what should be more frightening is the eerie events happening behind the death.

The driver had been dead for over a day, so who had been driving the bus before? It's inconceivable that a corpse could drive a car.

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Although there was no one driving at the bus's helm anymore, the steering wheel was subtly turning as the bus made its way around bends, as if an invisible person was controlling the vehicle, driving this bus towards an unknown destination.

Yang Jian paid no attention to the bus driver's corpse, instead, he focused on the driver's seat and witnessed such a strange scene.

"If it's not the driver at the helm, then it could be... a ghost, or rather, it's not a ghost driving, the whole bus is a ghost; or the ghost driver controlling the vehicle isn't actually sitting at the helm, but has disguised himself as a person and blended in with all the passengers."

His eyes narrowed, and with this small amount of information, he immediately conceived three possibilities.

The first possibility was the least likely, the second and third were the most.

However, after the previous attempts, Yang Jian's heart was leaning towards the second possibility: the bus itself was a ghost.

This would also explain why he could not get off the bus.

Unless it stopped and opened its doors voluntarily.

But when Yang Jian sensed that something was amiss, he didn't get the chance to wait for the bus to stop and open its doors.

And the sight of the driver's body lying in the bus directly triggered panic among the people.

It was not just Zhang Haw, Zheng Yaowen, and the other five passengers who were in panic; the other passengers also started to get hysterical, realizing the gravity of the situation. This was no longer just a simple matter of the bus taking the wrong route.

"Quick, call the police, call an ambulance, the driver must have had a heart attack," someone shouted anxiously.

What use is calling an ambulance when the driver's body is already stinking?

"Quickly, get control of the bus, stop the vehicle, don't let it go out of control, or we're all done for," said another person, who was relatively calm in his response.

An unfamiliar middle-aged man took the initiative and rushed forward, seemingly ready to showcase the skill of an experienced driver, took control of the steering wheel, pressed lightly on the brakes, preparing to bring the bus to a stop.

However, just as the middle-aged man began to manipulate the controls, he suddenly realized.

The bus hadn't been started at all; the various indicators on the dashboard were off.

Even though the vehicle wasn't running, the bus was still moving at a speed of fifty miles an hour on the highway, showing no intention of stopping after losing power.

After a few attempts, the middle-aged man who was trying to drive discovered that the brake and steering wheel were non-responsive.

The whole vehicle was completely out of control.

"How can this be?"

He was flabbergasted on the spot, having never encountered such an uncanny event in his life.