Chapter 95: Return To Dachang City
After Jiang Shan sat in the driver’s seat of the Ghost Bus, no weird phenomena occurred.
At this time, the wheels of the Ghost Bus were still turning nonstop, but it, being stuck, was still unable to move an inch.
“After the Ghost Blood fused with the Ghost Characters, the suppression power far exceeded what it was before. Although it is incomplete, I don’t need to drive the Ghost Bus for a long time. I just need to shift into reverse, and the Ghost Bus can drive out from the stuck place.” Jiang Shan thought to himself while looking at the gear shift beside him.
According to the method Yang Jian used to drive the Ghost Bus back then, to control the supernatural vehicle, one must first form suppression. Only after suppression succeeds can you seize a portion of the control rights.
Bright red Ghost Characters overlapped each other, densely crawling all over Jiang Shan’s hands.
Immediately after, a patch of silver light began spreading from his body, stopping only when it reached the gear shift.
Although ghosts can be suppressed on the bus, it is not completely immobilizing them. Fierce ghost powers can still be used on the bus, but they are subject to very great restrictions.
So Jiang Shan not only chose the Ghost Characters but also activated the Dead Face Ghost that can devour the supernatural.
“Although it can only devour a very small amount of the supernatural, that is enough.”
After suppression and devouring were superimposed, Jiang Shan began trying to shift into reverse.
The Ghost Bus’s reverse gear is backward-facing, which is undoubtedly even more effortless and fitting.
Even so, when he pulled backward, it was as if he were turning some heavy jammed object. An enormous resistance came from his hand.
“Clack clack”
A strange sound came from the gear shift, as if the gears were jammed, or as if something had gone wrong somewhere.
Suddenly Jiang Shan felt his whole body instantly cool, just like when something good is about to happen. That feeling of inspiration made him instantly understand something.
The Luck Ghost’s good luck produced some unknown effect. Taking advantage of this feeling, Jiang Shan yanked backward fiercely.
“It’s in!”
Seeing the reverse gear engaged, Zhang Dongxing’s face lit up with joy, and he couldn’t help exclaiming in his mind.
Next,
Jiang Shan in the driver’s seat had veins bulging. His hands tightly gripped the gear shift, holding on for a full seven or eight seconds.
After suddenly feeling a jolt, his gaze glanced outside the bus and discovered that the Ghost Bus had already driven out of the Mud House, so he instantly let go of his hands.
With the disappearance of the suppression, the Ghost Bus’s gear immediately returned to neutral, and the control rights were stripped away.
As time gradually passed.
When the Ghost Bus that had left the Mud House returned to the “right track,” it shuttled between the Supernatural Land and the real world as usual.
Perhaps because of the Luck Ghost, the rest of the journey did not encounter any unexpected changes.
Not to mention flame out or ghosts blocking the bus.
Even passing through more than a dozen stops, with more than forty ghosts getting on and off, not even a full-seats situation occurred.
In a certain sense.
Jiang Shan and Zhang Dongxing were indeed very lucky, but in another sense, very unlucky.
Because the Ghost Bus drove for a full two days without ever stopping at a stop in the real world.
Five days without eating or drinking.
Jiang Shan’s condition was still barely able to stay alive.
As for Zhang Dongxing, if not for the supernatural power sustaining his life, he would have died long ago, beyond dead.
At this time, his body had already developed severe malnutrition.
Plus the Ghost Bus stopped at stations with short intervals, not allowing enough rest at all.
Zhang Dongxing, with both body and mind on the verge of collapse, had fallen into a coma, his entire state almost no different from a dead person.
With the Ghost Bus’s forward progress,
At a certain moment, the unchanging scenery outside the window finally changed.
A lively and prosperous street appeared before Jiang Shan’s eyes. As the doors slowly opened, the long-lost real world atmosphere surged into the bus.
Seeing Zhang Dongxing had lost consciousness, Jiang Shan stood up from the driver’s seat, picked him up, and walked toward getting off the bus.
“Hey hey hey, why are you the driver getting off? You’re not driving, making us drive? I’ve already paid, what kind of thing is this, wait for me to report you!” said a woman who had just gotten on.
“Damn, what’s that smell on him? Why is he covered in blood? Get off quick, get off quick!”
Most of the people getting on and not yet on noticed Jiang Shan’s abnormality.
Some angrily picked up the phone to report, while others noticed the blood on him and got off the bus with terrified faces.
As for Jiang Shan, he chose to ignore these people. He casually hailed a taxi and got in.
“To the nearest gold shop.”
The middle-aged man who was about to drive suddenly smelled a strange foul odor. He looked back through the rearview mirror.
A man covered in dark red weirdness sat in the back seat, with another person sitting beside him. That person had a pale face, without a trace of vitality.
It seemed like a dead person!
“Brother, this fare of yours…”
The man frowned tightly, his tone revealing deep dissatisfaction, but before he finished speaking, a gold ring was shoved in his face.
“Pure gold, 12 grams. I don’t need to tell you the gold price. Let’s go, or I’ll find someone else.” Jiang Shan said.
This ring was one he had just pried off Zhang Dongxing’s finger. After these five days of events, forget money and bank card—he was now in tattered clothes, barely covered.
“No no no brother, for this fare of yours, I’ll take you no matter what!”
Seeing the gold ring, the man’s eyes lit up. He took it and carefully confirmed several times that it was real gold.
Whatever dead person, whatever beggar.
As long as the money was right, he dared to take even a ghost!
The man, beaming with joy, feared Jiang Shan would change his mind. Even at a red light, he ignored it and floored the accelerator toward the nearest gold shop.
A few minutes later,
Jiang Shan neatly sold the Gold Box. He stood at the gold shop entrance, thought for a moment, and finally decided to go to the hospital to recuperate.
Although Zhang Dongxing was a Ghost Wielder, the Luck Ghost did not exist within Zhang Dongxing’s body. If his body continued to deteriorate, perhaps without waiting for the Luck Ghost resurrection, he would starve to death.
After spending a large sum of money,
Jiang Shan finally arranged everything properly at a private hospital in Dasha City.
Refusing all checks, after taking a shower, he lay on the hospital bed in the private ward, closed his eyes, and fell straight into a deep sleep.
After all, five straight days of high mental tension was enough to drive anyone mad.
Even if the body could endure, for the mind, it was absolutely at the limit’s edge.
Because Jiang Shan chose a private hospital this time, under heavy money, they didn’t even register.
So neither Headquarters nor anyone paying attention to Jiang Shan had any news about him.
An extremely sound sleep.
Two days later.
Jiang Shan opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. After easing for a while, he looked around.
On the table beside him were the clothes and mobile phone he had asked someone to buy before sleeping.
With a flash of silver light, a black handbag that had previously been buried thousands of meters underground appeared before him.
The handbag contained a Rusty Chain and several ghosts wrapped in Gold Leaf.
Jiang Shan put on the clothes, got out of bed, checked the handbag, and found nothing missing. He looked out the window, lit a cigarette, and thought to himself while smoking:
“Without sufficient identity to handle these matters, it’s really too troublesome. Perhaps I should ask Zhao Jianguo for an International Criminal Police identity. At least that can provide me with a lot of convenience.”
After getting off the Ghost Bus, this series of events really made Jiang Shan feel fatigued. If someone could handle these things for him, it would save a lot of time and effort.
“If no unexpected change occurred, the Starving Ghost should have already grown to the fourth stage.”
Jiang Shan searched on his mobile phone for the latest news about Dachang City and confirmed that the Starving Ghost Incident had already happened for quite some time.
He glanced at the map to confirm Dachang City’s location, then picked up the handbag and walked out of the hospital.
Subsequently, a dazzling silver light appeared in the sky above Dasha City.
Spanning a thousand miles.
