Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Dachang City's Chang'an Intersection.
Though it was the evening rush hour, the road was eerily deserted and silent. Not a single pedestrian could be seen nearby, nor any vehicles, making this area feel entirely out of place compared to the rest of the city.
This road had been sealed off for two days now.
Even the residents were evacuated, ensuring that no ordinary person would appear here.
It wasn't even 9 PM yet.
At a bus stop along Chang'an Intersection, Yang Jian and Li Yang had arrived early.
According to the direction of the post office's cursed delivery task, at precisely 9 PM, a bus would arrive and stop here. At that ti, all couriers were required to board that bus.
However, Yang Jian had already suspended all public and passenger bus services in Dachang City to prevent any vehicles from being mistaken for the post office-designated bus and to avoid errors.
Of course, he also wanted to see how the designated bus from the post office would manifest in the absence of any buses in Dachang City—whether it would appear in the way he suspected, as the haunted bus.
Though he was already certain in his mind.
Still, before it happened, Yang Jian maintained a skeptical attitude.
This ti, it wasn't just Yang Jian and Li Yang present at Chang'an Intersection.
Not far from them, Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, Xiong Wenwen, and even the Ghost Child were all present.
They simply had not shown themselves yet.
Their current task was to monitor the surroundings, but if sothing happened, they would show up imdiately.
"Li Yang, notify Liu Xiaoyu to bring over those couriers from the fourth floor. They've been behaving themselves these past two days," Yang Jian said at this mont.
It was currently eight o'clock at night.
With one hour remaining until the delivery task began, this was the ti Yang Jian decided to let the other couriers out.
While he wasn't counting on these couriers to contribute much, having more people in so situations had its advantages. At the very least, it reduced the likelihood of any one person being targeted imdiately by a malicious spirit.
Li Yang dialed a number. "Liu Xiaoyu, the Captain has spoken. Bring those people over."
"Understood," Liu Xiaoyu promptly responded.
"Be careful while transporting them. If any issue arises, contact imdiately," Li Yang added before hanging up the phone.
Shortly after.
Along the unobstructed road, several specialized vehicles approached from different directions and converged at the Chang'an Intersection, forming a line as they parked.
The vehicle doors opened.
The people inside were escorted out.
Eagle, Leuk Qingqing, Yang Xiaohua, Qin Kai, Da Qiang, Wang Feng, and the courier endowed with the Ghost Domain.
A total of seven individuals.
"It's been a few days, and everyone looks to be in decent shape," Yang Jian said, glancing toward them.
Many of them imdiately developed a grim expression upon seeing Yang Jian, so even showing a flicker of anger in their eyes.
Anyone would be upset after being confined without reason for two or three days, let alone the fact that Yang Jian had released them in the final hour. If he'd been any later, they might have missed the delivery ti entirely, and their deaths would have been a certainty.
However, under normal circumstances, if another ten minutes had passed, they would have chosen to rebel openly, forcibly breaking free rather than resigning themselves to their fate.
"Yang Jian, if you plan to kill all of us, just do it. What's the aning of this?"
Leuk Qingqing was the first to question him.
Yang Jian replied, "So, are you saying that not dealing with you was a mistake? If that's the case, it's not too late. If you're unhappy, go ahead and strike now. This place has been isolated, so even if a supernatural event occurs, it won't matter. Killing all of you won't give the slightest concern."
As he finished speaking, the fractured spear in his hand struck the ground with force.
The sturdy pavent cracked, and the Coffin Nail pierced deep into the concrete below, emitting a loud thud.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat.
They all looked at Leuk Qingqing, shaking their heads slightly, signaling her not to act rashly.
At this point, a confrontation would be incredibly foolish.
The re fact that Yang Jian had released everyone at the last mont showed he was willing to let others participate in the delivery task. While being locked up for days was indeed infuriating, logically, there hadn't been any real losses—just wasted ti.
Losing one's life over such a trivial matter? Anyone with a clear head knew what the wise choice was.
"Let's pretend none of that ever happened. After all, this is your domain, and it's understandable that you'd be cautious with us. What we should focus on now is how to handle the delivery task that's about to begin," Wang Feng said, breaking the tension.
He was adept at adapting; he hadn't flipped out even when Yang Jian took his blood-stained wooden mallet earlier.
Now, he was even less inclined to cause a scene.
"Yang Jian, you're the leader here. You call the shots. I have no objections," Eagle said, expressing his stance without ntioning how he'd been subdued earlier.
Seeing the shift in attitude, the others quickly suppressed their grievances, burying any dissatisfaction for now. Everything would wait until this ordeal was over.
The delivery task was fraught with danger. Even sticking together didn't guarantee survival—there was no room to dwell on petty grievances.
Yang Jian scanned the group and declared, "It's simple. If the bus arrives, I'll imdiately deal with or eliminate anyone getting off the bus. Afterward, everyone gets on. Once aboard, the first thing you must do is grab a seat. If you fail or there aren't enough seats, then I'm sorry to say that what cos next isn't going to end well for you."
"Most likely, you'll die on that bus."
His words sent a chill through everyone present.
"What if the bus is already full?"
Yang Xiaohua asked uneasily. Lacking any resistance to the supernatural, she was clearly the most vulnerable in this situation.
Yang Jian replied, "Then you'll have to pick soone to fight for a seat. But you'd better choose wisely. Not all the passengers on that bus are human."
"What do you an by that?" Yang Xiaohua pressed.
Eagle chid in with an explanation: "It's simple. So of the passengers seated on the bus might be ghosts rather than humans. So if the seats are full and you can't stand, you'll have to drive soone away and take their seat. But if you target the wrong one—a malicious ghost—then who chases who becos the question."
"This is..."
Yang Xiaohua's pupils contracted slightly.
This was unbelievably dangerous.
They hadn't even started, yet they were already putting their lives on the line.
Just imagining what lay ahead made it clear how perilous it must be.
Was it even possible to survive long enough to complete the delivery?
It wasn't just Yang Xiaohua—everyone else looked grim. They shuddered at the thought of what challenges they might face.
Ti crept forward.
The task deadline drew closer and closer.
Before nine o'clock.
Yang Jian received a ssage. It was from Feng Quan: "Yang Jian, a bus has appeared. It ca out of nowhere, as if from thin air, and it's now driving down the road toward you."
"It's here?"
Yang Jian imdiately turned his gaze in another direction.
In the distance.
The streetlights flickered, and a haze seed to rise around the area, distorting and blurring the view. As two dim yellow headlights lit up, an eerie bus slowly ca into view.
At first glance, the bus looked entirely normal, indistinguishable from an ordinary public transit vehicle.
But as Yang Jian's ghostly eye layered its vision fourfold, the bus's true form erged.
This was no ordinary bus—but a rusted, battered, and deford scrap vehicle.
"The visuals are affected. This is supernatural interference... Even under my current state, am I still being suppressed?"
He realized the vision from his ghostly eye was growing foggy, as if nearsighted, making it impossible to clearly discern what was within the bus. All he could see were hazy silhouettes sitting by the windows.
Moreover, as the haunted bus drew nearer, the interference with his ghostly eye worsened. .
It even gave Yang Jian the eerie feeling that if the bus collided directly with the ghostly eye, it might "crash" completely.
He didn't dare take the risk.
After all, the last person who had tried sothing similar had died—and that person was none other than Yang Jian's father.
"This is it. This is the bus."
Everyone else had also spotted the haunted bus approaching and imdiately tensed up, steeling themselves for what was to co.
At the sa ti, Feng Quan, Tong Qian, Huang Ziya, and the others who had been hiding nearby began to move closer.
While the haunted bus itself wasn't an imdiate threat, the danger could erge from anyone or anything disembarking.
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