Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian didn’t make a move to eliminate anyone and seize a seat for himself, although he could certainly do so, given his ability.

But the people on this bus seemed to have forgotten something.

Besides the thirty-five seats, there is one more seat, which is the driver’s seat. This seat can be occupied, as Yang Jian had learned from previous information that Old Qin from the headquarters had once been the driver of the supernatural bus.

Since Old Qin once drove the supernatural bus, he naturally sat in the driver’s seat.

If someone else has sat there without incident and lived to tell the tale, it naturally means this seat is safe, without danger or curses.

As for the corpse in the driver’s seat.

It was just a pathetic soul who attempted to drive the supernatural bus before, and Yang Jian had already seen this corpse before, without finding anything unusual.

Yang Jian speculated that this corpse might have once been a ghost handler, but after death, the ghost within might have moved on.

So, this corpse is most likely just an empty shell.

Of course, even if he guessed wrong, it doesn’t matter. The ghosts on the bus would be suppressed, so Yang Jian wasn’t worried about any incidents occurring.

“Can someone sit in the driver’s seat? Is the so-called driver just a useless corpse there to scare people?”

“No way, is such a thing possible? Does this Yang Jian know something? Does he intend to drive the supernatural bus?”

“If the bus can be driven, that would be terrifying.”

Many ghost handlers sitting on the bus for survival were now deeply shocked. Only now did they realize that the bus could potentially be manually driven. They didn’t have to drift aimlessly, following the bus into perilous areas and experiencing unimaginable dangers.

“Yang Jian, can you drive this bus? If you can, I’ll immediately pledge my loyalty and join your team. What do you think?”

At this moment, an unfamiliar ghost handler couldn’t hold back and spoke up first.

Having control of the supernatural bus is equivalent to holding countless ghost handlers’ lives in your hands, as most rely on the bus’s certain features to suppress the ghost revivals within them.

In such a situation, it’s enough to drive everyone crazy.

“Yang Jian, give us an answer. If you can do it, I’ll pledge my loyalty to you as well.” Someone else spoke afterward.

“Ghost Eye Yang Jian, I’m one of the heads at the headquarters and was forced onto this bus to save my life. My name is Fan Xing, and I hope for mutual assistance in the future.”

Besides those willing to pledge their loyalty to Yang Jian, there were also people using their positions to get closer to him.

“Shut up,” Yang Jian coldly interrupted.

He wasn’t interested in any of them, not even if someone wanted to pledge their loyalty. He wasn’t willing to accept them.

Untrustworthy team members are a hazard.

With his sharp command, those who were chattering fell silent, obediently quieting down.

Now, Yang Jian sat in the driver’s seat, holding the steering wheel. Although he didn’t know if he could control the supernatural bus, offending him or making him dissatisfied would be suicidal if he truly could take control.

At this moment.

The supernatural bus continued moving forward along a quiet, silent asphalt road. This road was eerie, seemingly endless at a glance. If it weren’t for the changing scenery outside, everyone wouldn’t even be sure if the bus was moving, rather than circling in place.

Yang Jian sat in the driver’s seat but didn’t attempt to control the vehicle, which continued operating according to a certain pattern.

However, Old Qin’s driver experience intrigued him somewhat.

Perhaps he could imitate Old Qin and drive the supernatural bus…

“It’s worth a try.” Yang Jian took off his gloves, revealing a cold, darkened hand.

This was the hand of a fierce ghost, disassembled and stitched onto his body by the Ghost Shadow.

From his experience driving the Ghost Taxi, he knew that controlling a supernatural vehicle required first exerting suppression; only a successful suppression would allow one to reclaim some control.

And this control was the driving power.

But if suppression failed or couldn’t be established, gaining control would be impossible.

Therefore, a driver needed considerable supernatural power.

Yang Jian placed both hands on the steering wheel, then tried to turn it.

This old steering wheel felt as if it were rusted and jammed. Despite exerting all his strength, he couldn’t move it an inch.

“Not enough suppressive force to seize control. The Ghost Hand can drive the Ghost Taxi, but it can’t control this supernatural bus. The difference is just too big,” Yang Jian thought to himself.

Even if the Ghost Hand could slightly turn the wheel, he’d accept it.

Such immobility was a little disheartening.

“Try again.”

Yang Jian didn’t give up, his shadow flickering, slowly covering the steering wheel to add more suppressive force.

While the bus could suppress ghosts, it didn’t render them completely immobile. The ghost power could still be used on the bus, albeit heavily restricted.

If the bus suppressed ghosts like a Coffin Nail, the bus would have been filled ages ago, unable even to disembark.

That’s why the supernatural bus was so peculiar.

The Ghost Shadow and Ghost Hand overlay, Yang Jian tried to turn the wheel again.

It felt like he was trying to move something immensely heavy. He still felt great resistance, but to his surprise.

The jammed steering wheel finally showed some movement.

It turned slightly.

The rotation was minimal, too small to immediately change the position of the supernatural bus, only shifting a tiny bit with extended travel.

However, the moment Yang Jian let go.

The steering wheel of the supernatural bus immediately returned to its original position, and control was stripped away once more.

“It’s already this hard just to move the steering wheel, let alone clutch, brakes, and controlling the doors…..” Yang Jian’s face darkened.

He had already become an anomaly, a top ghost handler, yet he couldn’t even turn the steering wheel of this bus.

It was hard to fathom how Old Qin ever managed to control this bus.

Or was it not because his strength was lacking but because he was using the wrong method?

Yang Jian started doubting himself.

After all, if he couldn’t control it, no one else could either, not even matching his capability.

“Looks like I have to give up trying to drive this supernatural bus for now.” Yang Jian, after failing his attempt, dismissed the idea.

However, it wasn’t a complete loss.

At least he could confirm that he could exert some control.

As time slowly passed.

The supernatural bus kept moving forward, the surrounding scenery changed, and a village silhouette appeared outside the window. The bus was heading into the village along the road.

“Have we arrived at a stop?”

Yang Jian looked out the window at the village outside, his expression serious.

The village outside had old wooden houses with green tiles, steeped in history, mysterious and silent, devoid of people. Weeds grew everywhere, some doors and windows were rotten, leaving just gaping window frames.

But from their style, these were typical domestic buildings.

Is there still such a rural place in the country in this era?

“An incomprehensible eerie place,” Yang Jian thought to himself.

Not only did he see the eerie village outside, but the others on the bus also noticed it, and they became inexplicably tense.

Because every time the supernatural bus stopped, there was inherent danger.

If it stopped in a real-world city, the people on the bus could take the chance to get off, but if it halted in such an inexplicable eerie place, then under no circumstances should you disembark.

If the supernatural bus left, you might be stuck in such a place forever, whether you survive would depend on fate.

A bus stop suddenly appeared on the road through the village, and the modern stop sharply contrasted with the village’s appearance, looking out of place and very conflicting.

But at the bus stop, there was already an eerie figure standing as if waiting to board.

“Damn, with the bus full, a ghost wants to board…..”

Someone couldn’t help but gasp quietly.

Anyone who had stayed on the bus for a while knew that the greatest fear was stalling, overloading, and ghost hitchhiking.

Yang Jian had already taken the driver’s seat.

Overloading was inevitable, unavoidable.

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