Chang'an Intersection stop, nine o'clock, a strange bus indeed appeared.
The Ghost Post Office had foreseen this event three days earlier, even knowing the precise ti and location.
Perhaps for the other team mbers, this eerie occurrence had beco routine, but to Yang Jian, who knew the inside story, it was still unfathomable because the route of the supernatural bus, its stop patterns, were all unpredictable. At this mont, the supernatural bus might appear in Dachang City, and the next mont it could show up in Dahai City, Dachuan City, or even abroad.
Predicting where it would appear next was extrely difficult, let alone foreseeing its stop three days ahead.
"Is this the supernatural bus ntioned in the headquarters' files?" Li Yang scrutinized it, unable to discern anything unusual.
He only knew this thing was very special, very strange, more intimidating than the ghost taxi they had encountered before.
"The supernatural bus is about to stop, everyone get ready, stick to the prior plan, Feng Quan, watch who gets off, ignore the rest."
Yang Jian was already prepared, giving a final reminder.
"Don't worry, Xiao Yang, with your Daddy Xiong here, nothing will happen."
Xiong Wenwen said through the satellite positioning phone, hiding sowhere unknown, already out of sight, likely not willing to show up until the matter was resolved.
At this mont.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the supernatural bus coming from afar began to slow down at this mont, finally stopping steadily beside the bus platform at the Chang'an Intersection stop.
It's here!
Yang Jian silently thought to himself.
Quickly.
The bus doors suddenly opened, both front and back doors opening simultaneously, everything looking so normal that ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell this bus apart from others, seemingly identical inside and out, the only slight difference being the bus driver, whose body seed a bit stiff, both hands steering unmoving, like a corpse that had died long ago.
In normal circumstances, however, no one would notice this issue.
"Board the bus." Seeing the bus door open, Qin Kai, among the ssengers, imdiately chose to rush onboard.
He knew there might be danger on the bus, but getting on first would undoubtedly secure a spot early, advantageous for the following action.
Not only he, but also Da Qiang, Old Eagle, Leuk Qingqing... nearly all rushed to board at this mont.
"What a bunch of reckless fools rushing to die."
A cold snort sounded from inside the bus, followed by a person quickly disembarking, exhaling a sigh of relief upon stepping off and then attempting a quick departure.
He hadn't taken two steps.
The person imdiately froze.
Because he saw soone staring at him.
"The person in charge of Dachang City, Ghost Eye... Yang Jian?"
This person was clearly a ghost wielder, his gaze sharp, responding to that cold stare: "Just got off, I don't want to make a move. Do a favor, let pass with nothing happening. You should know what it ans for to be alive and off this bus."
This was a warning.
Also a reminder.
For a ghost wielder to leave the supernatural bus alive, not only must they be powerful, but there's also a good chance that under the supernatural suppression of the bus, their own ghost has fallen into a deadlock state.
This deadlock isn't complete; over ti, the ghost will revive, but for a short-lived ghost wielder, achieving this level is impressive, enough to fleetingly match up against a Captain Level figure.
Yang Jian's gaze remained cold, staring at this ghost wielder who just disembarked.
Honestly, he didn't recognize this person, very unfamiliar, never even t before.
"Yang Jian, this person is Ni Sheng, a wanted criminal, who once killed a city official... possesses a Ghost Domain, very dangerous." Feng Quan's voice ca through the satellite positioning phone.
Though the voice was not loud, it instantly drew Ni Sheng's attention.
His expression changed dramatically, realizing sothing was wrong.
Yet in the next mont.
Ni Sheng only saw a crimson sight before him, his Ghost Domain suppressed tightly, striving with all his supernatural power to resist.
Seed sowhat effective, as the red world before him was rapidly fading, not completely defenseless.
Yet in the next mont.
Ni Sheng felt a massive force pierce through his body.
"Bang!"
A thunderous sound, the ground shattering.
A cracked spear appeared in front of Ni Sheng's chest without any suspense, pinning him dead to the ground.
"Yang Jian!"
Ni Sheng wanted to struggle, eyes bloodshot, letting out a ghastly low growl, as if ready to devour, yet this was rely impotent fury. Subsequently, he felt his body lose sensation rapidly, even the ghost within him seed stripped of its supernatural power, no longer appearing.
Without supernatural power to sustain, his life force quickly ebbed away.
"I'm not resigned, I survived so many dangers, only to fall here..." Ni Sheng was terrified, utterly unwilling.
He thought, after getting off this ti, he could do anything outside, but unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped off, he encountered a Captain Level figure, no less than the most troubleso Ghost Eye Yang Jian.
"A piece of trash, the ti before boarding is enough to eliminate you." Yang Jian walked over coldly, wanting to retrieve the coffin nail while preparing to board.
Yet at this mont.
A bizarre figure ca down from the bus, its presence seemingly dimming even the surrounding light—not seemingly, but truly.
The surroundings were darkening.
The nearby streetlights, like candles burning out, were rapidly extinguishing.
"Ghost?"
Yang Jian's eyes suddenly narrowed, reflexively stepping back, not rushing to retrieve the spear from Ni Sheng.
He didn't want to et the apparition walking directly toward him.
That figure, draped in black fabric resembling mosquito netting, was dense, obscuring vision, making it impossible to see the shape within or the face, revealing only a black humanoid silhouette. More eerily, from beneath the black fabric extended an arm covered in scars.
The arm bore bite marks, cuts from sharp objects, punctures from sothing stabbing through, even bruises resembling handprints.
Yet in the palm of this eerie arm was an old wooden paper umbrella.
The umbrella, also black, appeared exceptionally odd.
Clearly, the black paper umbrella was a supernatural item.
"The Ghost Domain is being invaded..." Yang Jian sensed that the ghostly eye's domain around this ghost was impenetrable.
As if sothing was blocking it.
This was a phenonon of supernatural repulsion.
This phenonon appearing only indicated one thing: the ghost was formidable and possessed a more potent Ghost Domain than his current one.
"Captain, the bus is starting; get on, there's no ti left."
At the mont, Li Yang was standing at the bus door. He also saw the terrifying ghost that had just disembarked, yet now there was no ti to worry about that. If they didn't board, the mail delivery mission would fail.
"Damn it." Yang Jian watched the ghost with the black paper umbrella coming down, feeling an inexplicable unease.
He wanted to trigger the dium before leaving, slicing the ghost apart.
But he couldn't do it now.
Because the ghost had a Ghost Domain, Yang Jian couldn't trigger the dium, and even with the coffin nail, it couldn't ensure he could pin it down.
Unable to suppress the Ghost Domain, he couldn't effectively counter the ghost.
"Feng Quan, Tong Qian, quickly detain Ni Sheng's corpse. Ignore the ghost getting off the bus; this level of ghost is beyond your resistance. Let it leave," Yang Jian said, swiftly retrieving the cracked spear, then flickering to the bus's door.
"Li Yang, let's board."
He hurried up with Li Yang.
Almost at the last mont, once onboard, barely three seconds later, the supernatural bus had started, the door slamming shut.
The rear door through which they had disembarked closed too.
The supernatural bus started again, slowly moving forward, then gradually accelerating, quickly disappearing from sight.
At the stop, only a ghost holding a black paper umbrella remained, along with the ghost wielder Ni Sheng who had just died at Yang Jian's hands.
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