Mysterious Revival

Zhang Haw, Zheng Yaowen and the three girls traveling with them, because they got off the bus rather late, ended up at the very back.

When the wailing at that grave in the field began, those who had gotten off first were out of luck. They made an inexplicable move. They knelt on the ground, facing the direction of that distant earth mound and started to cry. But before they cried much, the wailing stopped.

Several people died crying silently right before their eyes.

The look of sorrow on their faces just before death, and the despair and fear revealed in their lifeless eyes, made one's hair stand on end and filled their hearts with dread.

This was no longer merely a supernatural event. It was a horrific killing spree by a malevolent ghost.

The Crying Tomb Ghost in the field was killing these disembarked passengers in some unimaginable way.

In their terror, all people could do was scream and run for their lives.

But several passengers barely made it a few steps before they came to a sudden halt, turned around, knelt on the ground, and began crying toward that mound in the field.

Hearing those cries, Zhang Haw and Zheng Yaowen were scared out of their wits, almost falling apart.

Because these cries were like a death knell. Whoever knelt and cried on the ground was doomed to die. The bodies on the ground were proof of this.

They were about to run in another direction.

But a word from Yang Jian gave them a flicker of direction amidst their desperation.

Back to the bus?

For some reason, watching Yang Jian standing calmly in front of the bus door, they felt an almost blind trust. They believed the bus was the safest place, as the outside was just too terrifying.

Without a second thought, they scrambled toward the bus.

"Woo woo~!" The wailing continued, like an Evil Ghost claiming lives.

At this moment.

Among those who had left the bus before, only these five were on their way back, and the rest had scattered in all directions.

Although they didn't know where they had fled, the chances of surviving amidst these cries were probably less than one in ten thousand.

"The wails of this ghost will first kill those closest, but others won't escape their fate either; it's just a matter of time... With that in mind, this ghost is an indiscriminate killer," Yang Jian had also heard the cries but seemed unaffected.

He wondered if it was because he was inside the bus.

"Ah~!"

At that time, among the five who were running back, a girl in high heels stumbled, lost her balance, and fell on the ground.

"Feng Xiaolu, hurry up!" Zheng Yaowen instinctively looked back, intending to turn around and help her.

But no sooner had he turned, his and the girl named Feng Xiaolu's faces began twitching involuntarily, forming expressions of sorrow. As soon as these expressions came, tears uncontrollably fell… Within mere seconds, both cried out, one after the other.

Then, their bodies, beyond their control, knelt towards that mound in the field.

It's over~!

A feeling of utter hopelessness emerged in the minds of Zheng Yaowen and Feng Xiaolu.

These movements were all made unconsciously, as if their bodies were no longer under their own control, with only their consciousness remaining theirs.

Yang Jian watched this scene with an impassive face, as if these two deaths had no effect on him whatsoever.

He deftly made way.

The remaining Zhang Haw and the other two girls successfully made it back to the bus.

Only those three survived. None of the other passengers who got off made it back alive.

How much time had passed?

And all had fallen at the hands of a single ghost.

"If I had gotten off just now, if I hadn't known to get back on the bus to save myself, I wonder how long I could have lasted against this ghost," Yang Jian mused as he looked at the bodies kneeling on the ground facing the mound, unconsciously clenching his fist, feeling an inexplicable chill in his heart.

If he were to categorize the Terror Level of this ghost, he would definitely rank it as A-Level.

On par with the Door Knocking Ghost.

To establish a profile and name for this ghost, Yang Jian thought it could be called the Crying Tomb Ghost.

"Congratulations, you've survived this deadly predicament," he said, turning his gaze back to the three people whose spirits had nearly crumbled, speaking slowly, "Don't be so scared. I have been through similar experiences as you; the more you encounter, the more you'll get used to it."

Zhang Haw and the others were lucky enough to have had his warning, and three had survived.

Zhang Haw didn't speak, his body shuddering in fear; the two surviving girls also curled up together and began to tremble.

"Adapt as quickly as possible, and don't forget, you haven't left this place yet, you are still in danger." Yang Jian stopped paying them attention and continued to look outside the bus.

At that moment, he realized that as people died, the crying outside also ceased.

However, the grave in the field still stood there, looking particularly eerie in the twilight that had just set in.

Wait a second.

Where did the Crying Tomb Ghost that was kneeling in front of the grave go?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed as he noticed that the ghost that had been kneeling and crying at the grave had suddenly disappeared without a trace, as if it had vanished into thin air.

"Not gone, it's nearby..."

The next moment, when Yang Jian pinpointed the ghost's whereabouts, even he was startled.

A person dressed in mourning clothes had somehow reached the rear of the bus and was slowly walking towards the front entrance.

From the looks of it, it intended to board the bus.

"Damn it."

Yang Jian's hair stood on end.

If such a Crying Tomb Ghost got on the bus and started crying, the game would be over; everyone on the bus would die.

Should he stop it?

The thought flashed through Yang Jian's mind for an instant.

Using a Ghost Shadow might contain the ghost, making it kneel outside.

But everything here was too strange. Even if he stopped the Crying Tomb Ghost, the change he could bring about seemed negligible. Xu Feng had mentioned there would be another stop for this haunted bus. What if another ghost boarded then? Would he step in again?

"Fall back."

With clenched teeth, Yang Jian gave up the idea of stopping the ghost from boarding the bus.
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Things were abnormal everywhere here. It would be better to save his energy, to use all his strength for self-preservation rather than to confront an A-level ghost head on.

He didn't have a Ghost Candle and no gold container at the moment. If it came down to a direct confrontation, he would be at a significant disadvantage.

He retreated to the very back of the bus, pulling back not only increased the distance but also tacitly allowed the Crying Tomb Ghost to board.

Very soon.

The person in mourning clothes with a slow gait stepped onto the bus.

It wore a white mourning hat with a piece of white cloth hanging down, covering its face but faintly revealing the contours of its pale complexion. A deathly aura enveloped its whole body, devoid of any sign of life.

And just like that.

After boarding, the Crying Tomb Ghost took a seat nearest to the bus door and then became still as if frozen. It sat motionless, making no further movement and emitting no crying sound that was heard before.

Everything seemed to return to normal.

"Not crying anymore?"

Yang Jian felt surprised but then analyzed, "Does this ghost need to be in front of the grave to cry? Or does the bus have a suppressive effect on ghosts, putting them in a state of suppression once they board, preventing them from easily killing?"

Both possibilities existed.

But for now, it seemed that the Crying Tomb Ghost, dangerous as it was for having caused the death of that passenger, was temporarily harmless.

At this moment.

Yang Jian saw the number of passengers displayed on the bus's electronic screen go from 1 to 2 again.

Excluding Zhang Haw and others who had returned to the bus, only the Crying Tomb Ghost was counted as a passenger.

But among those who got off the bus with the crowd earlier, could there be an unknown ghost mixed in?

"There are still two ghosts inside the bus. One left just now, and another has come on board; the change in the numbers almost matches up." Yang Jian felt particularly heavy-hearted.

Because the identity of one of the ghosts on the bus had yet to be determined.

At this time, five minutes had passed.

The bus started up again.

With no one driving, the door suddenly slammed shut, and then the bus slowly moved away from the temporary stop under the electric pole, continuing along the road.