Chapter 2: Thrown Off the Bus

Facing the Crying Tomb Ghost whose attacks grew stronger under Qian Shi Xin Niang's control.

Yang Jian hesitated for a long time, then quickly made up his mind.

He said nothing, directly grabbed one foot of Xu Feng's corpse, and lifted it as if lifting a chick.

The body, merged with the power of a headless Ghost Shadow, lifted the corpse with ease.

"What are you, the rookie, trying to do?" Xu Feng roared in anger.

He couldn't understand why this person could still be alive, outlasting both himself and Lin Bei; logically, the rookie shouldn't have survived until now.

Yang Jian ignored him and tossed the already rotting corpse like a sandbag toward the Qian Shi Xin Niang across the road.

He intended to disrupt Zhang Hao's Ghost Summoning move, and the key lay in the handhold between Qian Shi Xin Niang and Zhang Hao.

He dared not directly touch Qian Shi Xin Niang, not even release a Ghost Shadow in that way.

If he were to be hand‑held by Qian Shi Xin Niang, it would be over.

Thus, Xu Feng, who could avoid attacks while lying as a corpse, now became a weapon to suppress other Fierce Ghosts.

The next moment.

Xu Feng flew out, heading toward Qian Shi Xin Niang.

The rotting body of Xu Feng flew and landed precisely on Qian Shi Xin Niang.

With the aid of this massive inertia, Qian Shi Xin Niang was knocked down, and the Zhang Hao being controlled beside her also released his grip.

Zhang Hao, who was waving toward this side with a strange expression, seemed to lose some source of power at this moment and also fell to the ground.

"Qian Shi Xin Niang's forced control has ended."

The fallen Zhang Hao was momentarily stunned; Qian Shi Xin Niang seemed temporarily motionless.

In this state, Zhang Hao appeared able to move freely.

However, Zhang Hao did not dare to stand up on his own at this moment.

Zhang Hao had already become a Ghost Slave formed after Qian Shi Xin Niang killed him.

After Qian Shi Xin Niang fell, if he were to stand up before her, Zhang Hao was unsure whether Xu Feng nearby would strike him in an instant.

Seeing Zhang Hao's corpse on the ground, seemingly no longer controlled, Yang Jian turned his gaze back to the Crying Tomb Ghost.

Everything seemed a bit too late; just now Zhang Hao summoned these ghosts, and now even if he stopped, he could not make these ghosts leave.

After all, summoning ghosts is easy, but sending them away is not something that can be done lightly.

At this moment, the Crying Tomb Ghost and the unseen ghost had launched an attack; unless the assault ends or the target dies, they will not depart.

"Fortunately, Xu Feng is battling Qian Shi Xin Niang, and Lin Bei is dealing with that ghost that might be a nightmare."

"Now the only one I need to deal with is this Crying Tomb Ghost."

Yang Jian had already blocked his ears, and together with the compressed Ghost Domain, he

still felt confident he could hold out until the bus started again.

Yang Jian released a Ghost Rope, using it to fend off the Crying Tomb Ghost.

While the Crying Tomb Ghost was kneeling, the Ghost Rope appeared from mid‑air and hoisted the ghost up.

The hoisted Crying Tomb Ghost seemed unable to launch another attack, perhaps restrained by the Ghost Rope.

With its neck bound by the Ghost Rope and suspended, it could not emit a cry nor kneel.

However, just as Yang Jian exhaled in relief, the bus nearby suddenly made a 'bang bang bang' sound against its body.

Yang Jian turned his head sharply to look.

His complexion changed abruptly.

Zhang Hao again returned to his previous appearance and waved toward this side, while Xu Feng's once‑rotting corpse was now half‑drying out, as if eroded by that Dried Corpse Bride, gradually giving a sense of being assimilated.

stood up again, and Zhang Hao was still standing beside her.

Zhang Hao reverted to his previous posture, waving toward this side, and Xu Feng's once‑rotten corpse at this moment

was half‑drying, as if being corroded by Qian Shi Xin Niang, gradually feeling assimilated.

Seeming to be eroded by Qian Shi Xin Niang, giving a sense of being assimilated.

Yang Jian was delighted; according to what Xu Feng and Lin Bei had said before, this should be the bus's engine‑off ending, and it should start again, right? In the Ghost Realm he instantly appeared beside the bus, then retracted the Ghost Rope.

Without the Ghost Rope's restriction, the Crying Tomb Ghost crashed to the ground with a thud, the sound dull as a falling corpse, its whole body assuming a strange posture.

and stared angrily at Yang Jian, apparently full of resentment.

However, Yang Jian no longer had the mood to care about these; Qian Shi Xin Niang and the Crying Tomb Ghost together

appeared, and he could no longer deal with them.

The only thing that could be used as a weapon, Xu Feng, was too far away, and the Ghost Domain could not cover the opponent.

Fortunately, at this moment, the bus behind let out a horn, and the front headlights

suddenly lit up, and the interior lights were switched on.

Yang Jian was delighted; according to what Xu Feng and Lin Bei had said before, this should be the bus's engine shutting down

and about to restart, right? In the Ghost Domain

he instantly appeared beside the bus and then retracted the Ghost Rope.

Without the Ghost Rope's restriction, the Crying Tomb Ghost crashed to the ground with a thud, the sound dull, like

a corpse falling, its whole body assuming a bizarre posture.

Yet as the Crying Tomb Ghost fell, Yang Jian saw a White Cloth beside it.

The White Cloth had fallen beside the Crying Tomb Ghost.

This White Cloth was the Crying Tomb Ghost's Face-Covering Cloth, on which a human face outline could be seen clearly,

the outline of a human face, hollow and eerie, bearing a sorrowful crying expression.

the sorrowful crying.

【61】 Yang Jian thought the Crying Tomb Ghost's fallen Face-Covering Cloth was peculiar.

【62】 After a brief thought, Yang Jian picked up the item, and while the Crying Tomb Ghost was still contorting on the ground trying to stand,

【63】 he immediately slipped away and chose to board the bus.

【64】 The Crying Tomb Ghost, having lost its Face-Covering Cloth, seemed to fall into a bizarre state, temporarily losing its ability to move.

【65】 Outside the bus, under the bride's control, Zhang Hao followed the bride toward the bus.

【66】 However, as they were halfway there, the bus doors slammed shut and the front lights lit up.

【67】 "The bus is about to start."

【68】 Zhang Hao felt a chill in his heart; without the bus, he had no way to leave this ghostly place.

【69】 Could it be that he must now stay with Qian Shi Xin Niang in this Spiritual Realm until, in the end, he is detained by Zhang Xianguang and others?

【70】 Although Zhang Hao was hand‑held by Qian Shi Xin Niang and could not move freely, he could still twist his head.

【71】 He stared expressionlessly at everything around him.

【72】 After the Crying Tomb Ghost lost its Ghost Crying Face, it was unclear when it stood up again.

【73】 Without the Face-Covering Cloth, the Crying Tomb Ghost's face could be seen clearly.

【74】 Rather than a face, there was essentially no face at all; the entire visage was an empty hollow, as if someone had brutally gouged out its facial bones.

【75】 Inside was a pitch‑black void, bottomless like an abyss, exuding an indescribable terror.

And after the Crying Tomb Ghost's Standing Up, blood kept seeping out of the facial hole, as if the loss of its ghost face broke its Balance.

The Crying Tomb Ghost stopped crying; it turned and walked toward the roadside woods.

Next is the bus not far away.

Through the bus window, Zhang Hao could still see Yang Jian sitting by the window.

At this moment, on the bus.

Yang Jian suddenly furrowed his brow; having mastered the Ghost Eye, his perception of Gaze was extremely strong.

At that instant he suddenly sensed a feeling of spying.

He turned his head and saw, not far from the bus, Zhang Hao, hand‑in‑hand with the Dried Corpse Bride, looking at him with an extremely resentful and poisonous gaze.

Seeing this scene, an inexplicable chill ran through Yang Jian's heart.

It wasn't that Zhang Hao resented Yang Jian; rather, Zhang Hao himself could not perceive his own expression at that moment.

The only things he could do were turn his head and think; everything else was beyond his control.

(End of Chapter)