Chapter 198: The Ghost Bride’s Curse
Just as Yang Jian seemed to have luckily survived the Mummy Bride’s attack, not even a minute later, the only other living person present, Xu Feng, appeared with the exact same reaction as Yang Jian had earlier.
Undoubtedly,
the Ghost Bride’s attack target had shifted from Yang Jian to him.
“As expected, I’m missing the medium needed for the Mummy Bride to launch an attack, so the Ghost Bride’s curse on me didn’t continue and instead transferred its target to Xu Feng.”
“Earlier, his mouth wouldn’t stop moving with unusually strong opinions against me. Now there’s no need for me to act; this is a perfect chance to learn the Mummy Bride’s killing method, but most importantly, the Ghost Bus needs to restart.”
Watching Xu Feng walking step by step into the distance, there was no pity in Yang Jian’s eyes. If he hadn’t been attacked by the Ghost Bride just now, he would have unhesitatingly eliminated him.
Glancing at the Ghost Bus already in a flame out state, then at the Ghost Candle still steadily burning, Yang Jian didn’t dare relax his vigilance at this moment.
If Xu Feng was killed by the Ghost Bride, but the Ghost Bus still didn’t start, the outcome awaiting him would ultimately still be death.
“I’m the person in charge of Xiao Chun City. We’re colleagues! I saved a lot of people before—you must know how not to be attacked by this ghost, right? Please save me!”
Xu Feng, who had originally been in a “corpse” state, released the supernatural power of the ghost inside him. Now able to speak again, he immediately begged Yang Jian for help.
In the deathly stillness of the supernatural land, his near-wailing, tearful voice echoed.
Yang Jian, with a grim expression, ignored him and hesitated over whether to continue standing in place or stand beside the Ghost Bus.
After much deliberation, he ultimately chose the Ghost Bus.
Because at this moment, Yang Jian didn’t know what reaction the ghost would have after the Ghost Bus started, so the cautious him made the most prudent decision.
After all, in his current cognition, the Ghost Bus was absolutely safe.
As for why he had chosen to escape to the position farthest from the Ghost Bride earlier, that was Yang Jian’s worst-case plan to prevent the ghost from continuing to attack him.
“Da da~ da~!”
As the distance between Xu Feng and the Mummy Bride grew closer, when he gradually approached the closest position Yang Jian and the Ghost Bride had been in earlier.
As expected, the Mummy Bride standing opposite Xu Feng made the same action again; it slowly extended its rigid and withered palm.
As Xu Feng stopped in his tracks, under Yang Jian’s heavy gaze, the Mummy Bride took his hand.
Human and ghost touched.
Xu Feng’s body trembled slightly, as if swallowing his last breath before death; the entire person no longer had any sign of life.
Just one touch, and he died.
And the corpse of the dead Xu Feng didn’t fall but instead moved strangely afterward, then turned around, holding the Mummy Bride’s hand while waving toward this side.
His face was deathly pale without a trace of blood, his expression filled with fear, yet he forcibly squeezed out a smile—this expression was as strange as it could be.
“Who is Xu Feng waving to?” Yang Jian’s expression changed; he vaguely felt like it was waving to him, but also vaguely felt it wasn’t.
At the same time as Xu Feng waved, another situation around them changed.
The Grave Crying Ghost’s crying suddenly stopped.
“Xu Feng isn’t waving to me; he’s waving to the Grave Crying Ghost. He’s summoning a ghost!”
After the Ghost Bride killed Xu Feng, who became a Ghost Slave as a substitute for Zhang Hao from the original work, Yang Jian was horrified seeing the fierce ghost he was continuously summoning.
But he knew that in his current state, he couldn’t do anything; even the Ghost Candle originally placed on the ground was now held by the Headless Ghost Shadow.
“Looks like I’m still going to die? I can’t even protect myself now. Sigh… dying like this, so unwilling.”
Hearing movement from the bus behind him that had flamed out, like something slapping against the body producing a muffled sound, Yang Jian let out a long breath and calmly looked at the Ghost Candle flickering in the Headless Ghost Shadow’s hand.
He knew:
A pitch-black bus still hid a ghost.
That ghost had never gotten off from beginning to end; it was on the bus, but because of Xu Feng’s summoning a ghost, it seemed about to come down from the bus.
The existence of three ghosts was completely exposed at this moment.
And his own death was already destined.
Just as Yang Jian quietly awaited his death, the bus behind him suddenly honked, the front headlights suddenly lit up, and the lights inside the compartment turned on.
That deathly silent darkness vanished.
The bus in flame out state restarted at this moment.
“?”
The Ghost Bus’s abrupt start left Yang Jian momentarily stunned.
Seeing the lights in the compartment light up again, he immediately understood that the most dangerous time had passed; as long as he got back on the bus, he would be temporarily safe, at least without worrying about being targeted by these ghosts.
“I really am lucky.”
Almost the instant the Ghost Bus restarted, Yang Jian boarded it and sat back in his original seat, mocking himself.
Looking at Xu Feng outside the window, who had a smile on his face but had become a Ghost Slave, there was no trace of emotion in Yang Jian’s eyes. He just hadn’t expected that picking up a small satellite phone would not only cost him his hands but nearly lead to his death here.
As time passed second by second, five minutes had already gone by since the bus lights came back on.
As the five minutes ended, the front and rear doors of the bus, which had been open, suddenly slammed shut.
The glass window next to Yang Jian, which had been open, also closed on its own at this moment.
The entire vehicle was sealed tight, like a sealed environment where no one could get off—not even a ghost could leave.
“That Mummy Groom and Wailing Ghost didn’t board. Phew, looks like we’ve completely escaped that thing.”
As the bus started and drove again.
Yang Jian could see the figure of the Mummy Bride behind gradually receding; that thing didn’t choose to chase, still holding Xu Feng’s hand and standing there like two statues, completely motionless.
“There might be more ghosts boarding later, and who knows what kind of ghosts we’ll face then, but I still can’t get off. Once I do, the resurrection of Ghost Eye and Headless Ghost Shadow will take my life. As for my hands…”
Since Yang Jian knew that staying on the bus would eventually lead to his death someday, but now he had no choice; relying on the Ghost Bus’s supernatural power, he could continue to cling to life, but if he left the Ghost Bus, he would only have the path of death.
To prevent his hands from still carrying the Ghost Bride’s curse, out of caution Yang Jian could only discard those hands.
But this was no big deal for him; as long as he had the Headless Ghost Shadow, he could attach someone else’s hands to himself.
But were the hands really the medium for the Ghost Bride’s curse?
What she wanted was the groom.
Not the groom’s hands.
An extremely dilapidated bus from the 1960s or 1970s kept driving through the supernatural land, while a man with a blood-red eye in the center of his forehead always sat in the back seat of this bus.
No one knew how long he had been sitting there.
