Chapter 72: The Restarted Ghost Bus
Watching himself gradually sink into the mud bit by bit, Lin Bei was utterly terrified at this moment.
The chilling touch from the mud instantly sobered him, and he knew:
If he didn’t do something soon, he would definitely be devoured by this weird mud, dying in a suffocating manner like sinking into a swamp in this desolate wilderness.
It had to be said that Lin Bei, as a Ghost Wielder, possessed a calmness beyond that of ordinary people.
His ability to control the Sleeping Ghost within his body might be due to luck, but becoming Captain years later still proved his capability.
To bystanders,
Lin Bei’s tilting body was already more than half buried in the mud, and it was still sinking continuously.
Now, only half a nostril and one eye of his were exposed outside.
Moreover, the sign of the mud devouring showed no signs of stopping; in less than half a minute, Lin Bei would surely be buried alive underground and suffocate to death.
At this moment, the culprit behind Lin Bei’s miserable state, Jiang Shan, was calmly smoking beside the Ghost Bus; he even tilted his body, not sparing Lin Bei even a glance from the corner of his eye.
Only when Lin Bei flew out and Jiang Shan used Ghost Domain to retrieve the Withered Finger did he glance at him; aside from that, Jiang Shan paid no more attention to him.
Although Jiang Shan noticed that Lin Bei’s actions were completely different from his in the Original Work, he no longer cared about these mysteries.
No matter how great Lin Bei’s contributions were in the Original Work, since he dared to attempt to snatch the Ghost Rope at that time, suffering his revenge was only natural.
Not to mention his own revenge on Lin Bei.
Even if the Ghost Wielders from Little Qiang Club had killed him that day, Jiang Shan would have had no complaints.
Choosing to do something means preparing to bear the risks of that action.
In Jiang Shan’s view:
This World was no different from the world of his previous life.
The high-rise buildings and steel jungles of his previous life were just “Dark Forest plus sunny version”; the entire world seemed free, peaceful, and democratic, but in reality, it was the same as this world of Mysterious Revival.
Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp.
It was just that this world of Mysterious Revival was even more cruel.
Essentially, the principle of the stronger dominating and survival of the fittest had never changed in any world or plane.
At this moment, Jiang Shan stood beside the flame-out Ghost Bus, watching the Ghost Porcelain Woman’s every move intently.
The Ghost Porcelain Woman seemed completely unaffected, still hugging that huge Porcelain Bottle and slowly walking toward the Ghost Bus.
It seemed that in terms of Terror Level, the Ghost Porcelain Woman was even more terrifying than the Mummy Bride that Yang Jian encountered.
At least back then, Xu Feng could still affect the Mummy Bride, but Lin Bei couldn’t even touch a single hair of the Ghost Porcelain Woman.
Was Lin Bei weak?
No.
He had stayed on the Ghost Bus for quite some time, and the ghost within his body was not just suppressed to Dead Machine state, but nearly half Dead Machine.
But.
Jiang Shan sighed silently in his heart, glancing at the people beside the Ghost Bus.
Ren Xue and Ren Ying stood beside Zhang Dongxing, pondering something; Lin Bei was buried in the mud.
The surviving ordinary people now were only Liu Yingying and that short, fat middle-aged man who ran the Casino; that man wore a slightly small suit and stood fearfully alone at the Ghost Bus’s boarding position, looking around.
Liu Yingying was indeed quite clever; after seeing Jiang Shan act against Lin Bei, she hurriedly followed, and now she stood behind him, looking at something.
“The Ghost Porcelain Woman’s target shouldn’t be that man; perhaps the Ghost Bus is the reason for the Ghost Porcelain Woman’s movement.” Jiang Shan guessed in his heart, watching the direction the Ghost Porcelain Woman was heading.
Then he said toward the position where the short, fat man was:
“If you don’t want to die, I suggest you leave there quickly; if you don’t go now, I’ll kill you before that ghost does.”
The short, fat man clearly heard him; the terrified expression on his face intensified, but he still stood rigidly in place, motionless.
Jiang Shan frowned, looking at the short, fat man who seemed “to disregard life and death”; seeing his ashen face, Jiang Shan suddenly heard a faint voice:
“I… I can’t move my legs; come help me get out.”
Hearing the man’s words, most people would think he was too frightened to move his legs.
But Jiang Shan narrowed his eyes and saw something off with just a glance; the terrified expression on the man’s face was real—after all, seeing a terrifying ghost walking toward you, few could remain composed.
However, Jiang Shan detected little panic in his cry for help; instead, it felt like deliberately performed fear.
Just like a school rehearsal play—somewhat fake, but still passable.
And in this terrifying atmosphere where a Fierce Ghost could kill at any moment, it seemed somewhat real.
Actually, these alone weren’t enough to prove anything.
Jiang Shan noticed that after his warning, the man’s foot subconsciously lifted a bit, but quickly retracted.
This kind of subconscious action could express many things, indicating that the person’s subconscious accepted the suggestion, but their subjective consciousness stopped it.
Like micro-expressions in psychology, when people lie, most watch the other’s eyes to see if they’ve successfully deceived them.
People’s inadvertent subconscious actions often reveal their most genuine and straightforward thoughts.
This showed that deep down, the man wanted to leave and could leave, but for some reason, he was hesitating and refusing.
As for the reason, it was nothing more than the man fearing the ghost would kill him and wanting someone to take the hit for him.
“Wishful thinking.”
Seeing this, Jiang Shan sneered inwardly; he had already understood the man’s purpose.
At that moment, Jiang Shan suddenly caught in his peripheral vision that Liu Yingying was actually walking toward the man; he looked at her disappointedly without speaking.
Since she was so kind, she would have to pay the price for her kindness.
Jiang Shan would absolutely not repeatedly help an idiot, a saintly fool.
Out of Liu Yingying’s initial goodwill and the cleverness she showed, Jiang Shan was willing to tell her some intelligence about ghosts and even had some expectations for her.
But Liu Yingying’s repeated performances proved—she wasn’t up to it!
She couldn’t make choices or think independently.
In this environment, people had to grow; if they couldn’t grow and adapt quickly, they would be directly eliminated.
Jiang Shan, sighing, had completely given up on Liu Yingying in his heart.
He silently lit another cigarette, then stood motionless in place, indifferently staring at the backs of the short, fat man and Liu Yingying not far away.
“Since you’re waiting for me to save you, then wait; let’s see if you can endure longer or I can.” Looking at the man’s demeanor, Jiang Shan, who had figured out his thoughts, snorted coldly in his heart.
As for Liu Yingying?
Whether she lived or died was none of his business?
The short, fat man was named Liu Hong; before Jiang Shan warned him, he had already seen that terrifying Fierce Ghost walking toward him step by step.
His whole body trembled violently; Liu Hong knew that perhaps after taking the first step, his body would go soft from fear and collapse to the ground, making him fish on the chopping block.
Moreover, Liu Hong thought: “If he doesn’t move now, the ghost shows no intent to kill him; what if moving provokes the ghost to kill him?”
“After that ghost kills someone, the person turns into a ghost; as long as I stand still and attract that group’s attention, they definitely won’t let me die—after all, if I die and become a ghost, they won’t fare well either.”
When Liu Hong heard Jiang Shan’s words, it further confirmed his thoughts; he glanced contemptuously at Jiang Shan, Ren Ying, and Ren Xue, thinking:
“As long as I don’t leave, they will surely come back to save me; if that ghost really wants to kill me, they can take the hit for me, and then I can run away quickly!” This was why Liu Hong refused to leave.
Using his potential transformation into a ghost to threaten the Ghost Wielders—his idea was indeed brilliant.
After all, for the surviving crowd, one more ghost meant one more danger; if Liu Hong really turned into a ghost, no ordinary person or Ghost Wielder wanted to see that outcome.
But when Liu Hong saw Jiang Shan remain completely unmoved, he panicked!
Even though Liu Yingying was running toward him, he knew.
This girl was just a waste; that pale-faced young man was the lifesaving immortal.
But the “immortal” didn’t want to save him!
Watching the Ghost Porcelain Woman draw closer, the bone-chilling cold terrified him; just as he lifted his foot, his legs went soft, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Just as Ren Xue and Jiang Shan prepared to use Ghost Domain to save the man, the bus suddenly honked, its front headlights suddenly lit up, and the interior lights turned on.
That deathly silent darkness vanished.
The flame-out bus restarted at this moment!
The necessary paving the way has been done; the most important plot for the Ghost Bus is coming up soon. Character development through these pavings is essential, so I wrote this chapter all at once without splitting it, so brothers won’t feel it’s padded!
Thanks for the brothers’ support!!!
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