Mysterious Revival

“Finally leaving that eerie village was truly perilous. If the bus had stayed there, heaven knows what kind of danger would have ensued, but now, it’s finally safe.”

“Survived another crisis. Looks like the dangers of the overloaded supernatural bus are still controllable.”

On the supernatural bus, the other survivors let out a sigh of relief.

They felt fortunate, relieved that Yang Jian and that guy named Zhou Deng had not targeted them.

“That Yang Jian, he’s so ruthless.”

Qin Kai, along with Da Qiang, looked at Yang Jian at the driver’s seat with lingering fear, both of them having the same thought.

The messenger on the fourth floor was killed without hesitation.

It was evident that the guy taken out just now was also strong and smart. He resisted the moment he was targeted and even tried to counterattack Yang Jian.

A series of decisions were not wrong.

If it were them, they would have done the same.

But the gap was too large, and they could only be taken out alive.

“If Wang Feng had also acted just now, maybe we could have had a chance to topple Yang Jian here. On the bus, the supernatural is suppressed, which is the same for everyone. The supernatural powers we control are not as strong as Yang Jian’s, which actually gives us an advantage. If we can’t defeat Yang Jian in this situation, then there really is no chance.”

For some reason, Old Eagle’s eyes flickered as he pondered this issue.

“However, Wang Feng seems to have tacitly allowed Yang Jian to act, without reacting. Is he scared?”

Old Eagle gave a glance at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng, however, sat in his seat with a calm expression, seemingly indifferent to the earlier death of his companion.

Leuk Qingqing also paid no attention to what had just happened. Many fragmented memories surfaced in her mind again, memories that didn’t belong to her, a side effect brought on by the supernatural influence.

Thus, ever since that eerie old woman boarded the bus, she fell into deep thought.

“In that situation just now, Yang Jian didn’t choose to attack me…” At this moment, Yang Xiaohua felt a sense of unexpected surprise.

She was an ordinary person; in that situation, there was nothing better than getting rid of an ordinary person to free up space.

There was no risk in killing her and it wouldn’t offend anyone.

Yang Xiaohua was the messenger on the second floor, and in this message-delivering team, she had no companions, belonging to those who could be abandoned at any time.

“The captain is using this opportunity to eliminate an unstable factor.” Li Yang understood.

The reason Yang Jian chose that messenger was not because of any personal vendetta, but because that messenger had certain abilities. Also, considering their previous encounter at the Ghost Post Office, eliminating potential threats in advance was wise.

After all, the road ahead is long, and there are bound to be more dangers.

If someone were to take revenge against Yang Jian when danger strikes, it could be fatal.

“Moreover, for a ghost to sit down, two people must get off the bus to make space. This is unavoidable, even if the captain doesn’t act, others in the bus would inevitable get into a conflict.” Li Yang shook his head slightly in his heart.

This is a harsh reality.

If two people have to die, no one wants to be the one sacrificed.

Zhou Deng’s timely emergence, teaming up with Yang Jian to kill one each, stabilized the situation without triggering a united revolt.

“I hope no more ghosts get on at the next stop,” Li Yang thought to himself.

At this moment.

The carriage returned to quiet.

It was as if nothing had happened just now. No one would discuss the two dead. The remaining ones would only feel grateful for their safety; after all, on this bus, those who have died are not just the two from before.

Yang Jian returned to his seat, continuing to study how to drive this bus.

It seemed like he hadn’t gone to kill someone but just took a stroll around the carriage before returning.

When he stopped earlier, he was very clear: when the bus stopped, the doors opened, and the two indicator lights on the dashboard next to it lit up, meaning that just by using this switch, he could control the bus’s doors.

“Perhaps I can’t fully control the bus’s steering wheel, but controlling the bus’s door switch should be no problem.”

Yang Jian pondered, thinking if he succeeded, he could seize a portion of control and minimize the dangers on the supernatural bus.

He glanced slightly at the interior of the carriage.

The number of ghosts had reached a shocking 13.

It was truly disturbing. If the bus were unlucky enough to stall, it would indeed be interesting.

The whole bus, people and ghosts, would have to get off.

Without the protection of the bus, with so many ghosts and people gathered, they would likely be wiped out instantly.

The thought made Yang Jian’s heart chill.

“I must find a way to control the bus’s door switch; otherwise, if it stalls, not even I can ensure that among these 13 ghosts, one wouldn’t erase human consciousness.”

He didn’t want to sit and wait for death. He wanted to take control of the supernatural bus, even partially, as a good thing.

At this moment, the supernatural bus continued to cruise on the seemingly endless highway.

The road twisted on; in the distance, it was dim and oppressive, unclear, with only desolate open spaces and eerie old woods illuminated by the bus’s headlights; there were no modern buildings or passing vehicles or living people.

The bus stop seemed to have become a junction between reality and the eerie domain, with the bus merely connecting these points.

But not every place has a bus stop.

The distance between this stop and the next seemed somewhat far.

The bus had been driving for at least twenty minutes now, and finally, some changes occurred in the surroundings.

Dim streetlights began to appear along the dark road.

The streetlights lined up along the roadside, lighting the area around.

As the bus continued, it unknowingly arrived at a very ordinary small county town. This small county town, however, revealed some oddities because it was so quiet; there were no people on the streets or roads, empty and desolate, like a dead city.

Yet, streetlights were shining in the small county town, some store signs were illuminated, the streets were clean, and there was no overgrown grass, obviously well-maintained.

If no one lived here, the small county town couldn’t be this intact.

“The second stop is coming up, but still, what is this ghostly place?”

“Who knows? These are all styles and decorations from the 1990s; you won’t find such a county town anywhere in the country.”

“I hope no ghost appears near the bus stop.”

The people in the carriage became tense again.

At this moment, the bus was still at full capacity. One more ghost boarding meant someone had to get off to make room.

Soon.

The location of the stop appeared.

Unexpectedly, it was at an intersection on a street.

The intersection was wide and well-connected to this county town, and astonishingly, there stood an old copper basin filled with paper ash in the middle of this intersection, as if someone had been burning paper to honor the dead.

The ash was still fresh, as if it had happened within the last three days.

Moreover, there were unfinished yellow papers nearby.

The size and style of those yellow papers were somewhat familiar…

Suddenly.

Someone realized, turning his gaze to a cold, stiff corpse in the bus.

The corpse’s skin was waxy yellow, lifeless, with a yellow paper covering its eyes, nose, and mouth, showing no breath, only the outline of a human face, looking extremely eerie.

“Same yellow paper? How is this possible?”

“Is this ghost from this place? Otherwise, why would this yellow paper be on its face?”

“The good news is, no ghosts near the stop.”

The bus arrived at the stop, safely halting at this intersection.

The bus door swung open.

At that crossroads, suddenly, a cold wind arose, blowing around, and the paper ash in the mid-street copper basin flew everywhere in the air, a burnt stench permeating the air.

And inside the copper basin, there remained a lot of unburned yellow paper.

These yellow papers floated in the air, hovering at this intersection, never leaving, making it very unusual.

At the same time.

The wax-yellow-skinned corpse with its face covered in yellow paper suddenly moved. The ghost slowly stood up and moved its body towards the rear exit of the carriage.

“Great, the ghost is getting off.”

Seeing this scene, everyone slightly relaxed their tense nerves.

The ghost getting off meant a seat was vacated, creating a space beneficial for the journey ahead.

But before the ghost could get off.

Suddenly.

The man named Zhou Deng from before dashed off the bus to the outside.

“Zhou Deng, what are you doing? Are you crazy to get off here?” the responsible man named Fan Xing called out.

Zhou Deng ignored it. The moment he got off, the gusting wind seemed to intensify, yet at some unknown point, he had donned a strange human skin mask, grabbing three floating yellow papers from mid-air, seemingly dissatisfied, aiming to approach the copper basin.

However, before he could draw near, the flying paper ash seemed to thickened, blocking the sky, obscuring visibility.

“Damn it.”

Zhou Deng cursed, attempting to make a move, finding it not so easy.

Meanwhile, he heard a strange knocking sound near the copper basin, a silhouette covered in black paper ash vaguely standing by, edging closer.

“This madman, he wants that copper basin,” someone cursed.

“Is an ominous object worth such a risk?”

Evidently, some understood that the copper basin with paper ash was an ominous object; they just didn’t know its purpose.

Zhou Deng was both brave and greedy, trying to grab something from this eerie place.

Clearly, his progress wasn’t smooth. While the outside was fine before he got off, getting off triggered a change.

The flying paper shreds were like darkness enveloping, dimming the surrounding light.

“Zhou Deng, hurry up and board, you want to die, but we don’t,”

The black paper ash had already invaded the carriage, scattered everywhere, with the burnt stench growing stronger.

Zhou Deng saw it was futile, returning swiftly.

At this point.

The ghost with the yellow paper on its face had already got off, reducing the number on the bus’s information display from 13 to 12.

The number decreased by one.

The ghost got off.

Zhou Deng headed straight for the bus door.

The rule of this bus was simple, absolutely not to board from the exit, or you would face disaster.

“Not good.”

Zhou Deng reached the bus door, preparing to board, but was staggered by the outside wind, nearly swept away, and even the mask on his face seemed ready to fall off.

The mask was barely attached, creating a gap.

He was being corroded by supernatural forces.

This interference proved fatal.

The bus door slammed shut.

Zhou Deng’s expression changed, seeing several figures drawing near in the swirling paper ash around him.

“Failed, huh?”

He froze.

However, at that moment, the bus door suddenly reopened, though not entirely, half was enough for a person to pass through.

Zhou Deng’s pupils dilated, grasping the fleeting opportunity and rushing onto the bus.

“Bang!”

The bus door shut for the second time.

The vehicle started, moving forward, gradually leaving this paper ash-filled intersection.

“You’re very gutsy to risk that,”

Yang Jian withdrew his ghost hand and ghost shadow hand from the switch, staring at Zhou Deng.

“I thought it wouldn’t matter, and I’d manage. I didn’t expect things to change once I got off. Thank you, Yang Jian. I never thought you would act.” Zhou Deng looked at Yang Jian, feeling surprised.

“Your life is valuable,” Yang Jian reached out his hand.

Zhou Deng grinned, “I see.”

He then opened his palm, revealing the three yellow papers with varying degrees of damage, burned and incomplete, not one intact.

“I can only give you one. Your choice,” he stated his price.

“Looks like your luck is bad, and if you really intended to take that copper basin, you wouldn’t have made it back alive.”

Yang Jian glanced at them, unhesitatingly taking the least damaged yellow paper.

This thing was very unusual.

Pasted on a ghost’s face, it must have special use.

But nobody dared to tear it off the ghost’s face.

So, the yellow paper outside became Zhou Deng’s target.

“That copper basin was very unusual. Had I retrieved it, it would’ve been great. Since I didn’t, it’s alright; maybe next time,”

Zhou Deng shook his head, then smiled, returning to his seat at the back.

He was quite bold, as if walking the edge of life and death just now wasn’t a big deal.

This was a madman, fearless, daring to grab odd objects in such eerie place.

However, in others’ eyes, Yang Jian seemed fiercer, to control the supernatural bus and open the already closed door again, it seems sooner or later he’ll fully control this bus.

Yang Jian said nothing, only looking back at the passing intersection.

A horrifying scene occurred.

The gust at the intersection had ceased, no longer sending paper ash flying, everything back to normal; however, abnormal was the presence of ten or so varied and eerie figures at that spot, all with yellow paper covering their faces, without features, and the ghost that had just got off was among them, appearing quite ordinary.

Others saw it too, and some broke out in a cold sweat.

If late, these ghosts would likely have torn the people in the carriage to shreds.

“Barely able to control the door opening? It’s effective, but very challenging for me,”

Yang Jian turned his gaze to the yellow paper in his hand.

Rough, yellowish, a bit cold, it looked like an ordinary grass paper but larger than the typical yellow paper, not the kind used for rural grave offerings.

This was a face-covering paper.

Previously used to cover a deceased person’s face for burial.

“Indeed, it’s an ominous object, similar to a ghost candle, or a doomed doll, probably a one-time consumable because it can be damaged, though its use remains unknown,” Yang Jian mused.

He tested his ability to control the doors earlier, conveniently saving Zhou Deng, earning a piece of paper.

Strictly speaking, it was very profitable.

“Study it later.” Yang Jian put the yellow paper away.

The second stop ended.

The bus gradually left this quiet small county town.

After exiting the town, it was once again a winding, silent highway just like before.

However, at this time, all the messengers tensed up again.

“After the third stop, we have to get off. The truly deadly danger approaches.”

Qin Kai, Da Qiang, Old Eagle, Wang Feng, Leuk Qingqing, and Yang Xiaohua all felt a shiver in their hearts.

Having witnessed the perils of the first two stops, they fully realized the terror here.

Staying on the bus was still okay, and safe.

But if they were to get off at a stop, could they truly come back alive?

This wasn’t just delivering a message; it was a near-death mission.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com