Chapter 64: White Bone Pagoda
Back when the Grave Crying Ghost was killing people, Jiang Shan saw this man get off the bus with everyone else from the bus, and he was even standing relatively close to the Lonely Grave.
But when the Grave Crying Ghost started killing with its crying sound, this man inexplicably covered his ears just before that!
Seeing his expression of physiological discomfort, Jiang Shan felt that his pain did not come from the Fierce Ghost, but from some kind of discomfort in his body.
This was very exaggerated.
“What’s your name? Tell me, when you encountered that ghost back then, why did you cover your ears?” Jiang Shan asked.
Feeling the coldness in Jiang Shan’s tone, the man replied in a panic:
“Little Brother, my name is Zhang Dongxing. Don’t be so serious. I’ll tell you anything you ask. As long as you can tell me later what’s up with the ghost behind me, that’s fine, Brother.”
Seeing that Jiang Shan’s brows were still tightly furrowed, he hurriedly continued:
“I remember that shortly after I got off the bus, I suddenly felt a bout of tinnitus. I couldn’t hear anything, and then I saw that everyone around me was dead, so I quickly ran back to the bus. Once I got on the bus, my ears were fine. Isn’t that weird, Brother?”
So when the Grave Crying Ghost was killing people with its crying sound, you had tinnitus?
Buddy, you lucky star?
Zhang Dongxing’s words made Jiang Shan raise an eyebrow. It seemed his guess was already nine-tenths correct, but to be sure, he continued to ask:
“What happened at that casino you went to? Was there anything very special that made you feel weird?”
“Um, let me think, Brother. I don’t feel like there was anything weird, except that after I made the report call, that casino got shut down. Nothing else.” Zhang Dongxing fell into recollection, and after thinking for a while, he continued:
“Oh, I remember now. There really was one thing that felt unusual!”
“What is it?” Seeing Zhang Dongxing’s excited expression, Jiang Shan said coldly.
“Damn, Brother, you don’t know. Before that, I lost every single bet I made. I remember that year playing mahjong, with a cap of thirty-two bucks, and I lost seventeen thousand!” Zhang Dongxing said indignantly.
“I don’t want to hear your nonsense. If you don’t say something useful again, I guarantee the next shot will hit your leg.”
Jiang Shan had already heard enough of Zhang Dongxing’s nonsense by now. He just wanted to infer the ghost’s ability through useful information, so he pressed the gun against Zhang Dongxing’s leg.
“No, no, no, Brother, I’ll tell you! On the first day at the casino, after I lost all my money, I slept in the restroom. When I woke up, I thought of using my son’s New Year’s Money for one more round, and then I won for thirteen straight days.”
Feeling the unique coldness of the gun on his leg, Zhang Dongxing was sweating profusely, and his speaking pace had even sped up quite a bit.
Actually, Jiang Shan was just scaring Zhang Dongxing. Even if his brain short-circuited, he wouldn’t make a move while the Ghost Bus was running.
Who knew if that would trigger the Ghost Bus’s killing pattern? If it didn’t trigger, fine, but if it did, with Jiang Shan’s current ability, he absolutely wouldn’t survive.
Back when the Ghost Bus was stopped at a station, people on the bus could move and act, which Jiang Shan had confirmed, so that’s why he fired the gun to intimidate that man.
Because almost no one on the Ghost Bus was talking, Zhang Dongxing’s words fell into everyone’s ears.
For ordinary people like Liu Yingying who had just learned of the existence of ghosts, they might not think much of it, just feeling that this man’s luck was extraordinarily good.
Using his son’s New Year’s Money to win for thirteen days straight—this dad is awesome.
But in the ears of Ghost Wielders like Lin Bei, Zhang Dongxing’s words revealed a sense of weirdness.
“Someone who always lost at gambling suddenly became incredibly lucky?”
Lin Bei’s expression was also very grim at this moment. He had also seen the ghost behind Zhang Dongxing, so his thoughts aligned with Jiang Shan’s:
The killing ability of the ghost behind Zhang Dongxing was related to luck!
At this moment, Jiang Shan’s face was grim. He knew that ghosts were far more heartless than people—people could at least have unfounded love, but ghosts would not.
Although it had boosted Zhang Dongxing’s luck, it would definitely demand certain conditions.
Jiang Shan didn’t know what the conditions would be, but the fact that this ghost could affect something as esoteric as luck made his eyelids twitch.
“Why did you get on this bus? Did you feel unwell somewhere in your body?” Jiang Shan asked.
Because once a ghost is controlled, every activation would cause Ghost Revival, and the most direct manifestation would be on the Ghost Wielder’s body.
That constant torment was why most Ghost Wielders were mentally unstable.
“Ouch, Brother, you’re a miracle doctor. After I left the casino back then, I felt terribly unwell all over. I was just about to call a cab home to sleep when this bus, the No. 19 that passes my home, came by, so I got on. How was I to know it was a ghost bus!” Zhang Dongxing said with a face full of pain.
Hearing this, Jiang Shan suddenly felt speechless. He didn’t know what to say at this moment.
Body discomfort meant Fierce Ghost Revival—this ghost arranged for you to board the Ghost Bus; attacked by the crying sound—this ghost gave you tinnitus.
Isn’t it, Buddy? You’re Zhang Wei?
This was even more exaggerated than Zhang Wei winning rock-paper-scissors against a ghost all night.
Jiang Shan fell silent. He vaguely felt that this handsome uncle would be the biggest variable for him on the Ghost Bus.
As for the ghost behind Zhang Dongxing, Jiang Shan gave it the codename—Luck Ghost!
Perhaps because Zhang Dongxing’s Luck Ghost started to take effect, the entire evening the Ghost Bus only stopped twice.
The two ghosts that got on the first time got off when the Ghost Bus stopped the second time.
Almost no accidents occurred throughout the first half of the night, which made Jiang Shan look at the Luck Ghost even more highly.
“It can even affect the Ghost Bus while on it. Impressive.”
Just as Jiang Shan was about to take a short nap, through his peripheral vision he noticed that the scenery outside the bus had changed.
If the Ghost Bus wasn’t entering a station, it was like driving on a path through the woods, with nothing visible outside the windows except the eerie woods.
But when the Ghost Bus was about to enter a station, it would drive into a special supernatural space.
The Lonely Grave it picked up the Grave Crying Ghost from, the spot in front of a folk old house where it stopped for the Mummy Bride—now the Ghost Bus was about to stop at a station again.
Through the bus window, Jiang Shan saw:
Outside, many buildings resembling temples appeared, very dilapidated. As far as the eye could see, it was all desolation. Some temples had collapsed halfway, and in the broken walls and ruins, a few black figures seemed to be peeking at something.
As the Ghost Bus continued forward, amid those temples stood a pagoda built of white bones, quietly standing in the darkness.
“A pagoda built of bones?”
Jiang Shan’s pupils dilated. He narrowed his eyes, wanting to see more details.
Just as he was observing the pagoda, the bus slowly came to a stop.
The bus stopped at the station. With the front door opening, the next moment a yin wind carrying a nauseating fetid smell surged into the bus.
Sorry, brothers, something came up at home, so it was posted very late. Sorry!!
Posting two chapters first, there’ll be another one soon, brothers. Thanks for the support!
