"We’re entering the city."
As they were speaking, the bus once again entered a city.
Unsure which city it was—after all, every Asian city looked pretty much the sa—but from his observations, Yang Jian could confirm this was a normal world, with nothing bizarre about the surroundings.
If they could stop here, indeed they might be able to escape the predicant.
However, the bus stops were unpredictable, seemingly random as if determined by whim.
"Why are you looking at ? Still thinking about how to deal with ?" Xu Feng noticed that Yang Jian had been sizing him up, as though harboring ulterior motives.
Yang Jian replied calmly, "No, I’m not interested in killing soone who’s close to death. Relying on playing dead won’t get you through more than two months—I’m confident in that. So, I’m planning to let you off this ti. If one day you manage to get off the bus alive, we can settle our accounts then.
Besides, I’ve made a move on you before; you were lucky to have survived the hands of that female mummified corpse. Therefore, I tend to keep my promises. I won’t bother with you again."
"Heh, talk is prettier than singing, acting like you’ve got all figured out," Xu Feng said with a hint of mockery, "I told you, you can’t handle ."
"Save so energy for the bus ride. Just surviving a week and you’re already so cocky. Ask your conscience—would you have survived this ti if it weren’t for ?"
Yang Jian’s face chilled slightly, "And I’ve got you figured out, what can you do about it? Even if you got on the bus a few days before Lin Bei, suppose you can control your own ghost for ten minutes, why not get off and have a showdown? See whose ghost revives first after ten minutes?"
Xu Feng imdiately wanted to retort, but the words choked in his throat and he forcefully swallowed them down.
He truly dared not agree to this life-threatening contest.
The situation had already revealed that this person wasn’t simply a newbie; he had sothing special about him and extensive experience in dealing with supernatural events.
In a seemingly hopeless situation, he found a breakthrough and stubbornly held on until the bus started up again.
Although it was by using his own corpse to suppress the female mummified corpse, it was undeniable that this quick thinking was very clever.
Xu Feng himself had never thought of using his own corpse to limit other ghosts instead of just playing dead.
"Childish. That’s the kind of contest kids would play," said Xu Feng dismissively.
Xu Feng would not admit being inferior to him and scoffed, "Rest assured, even if I leave here, I won’t bother to trouble you. After all, you are an International Ghost Tar, and we might bump into each other again soday."
"Besides, by the ti I get off the bus, grass might have started to grow on your grave. Just looking at you, I can tell you have the face of a short-lived person. Although you have so skills, you don’t know how to restrain yourself. You’re definitely not going to live long."
Unlike others, Xu Feng could let go of his pride. Even though Yang Jian had used him as a punching bag, he could swallow that humiliation.
aningless fighting would only waste his life—that was sothing only fools would do. He wouldn’t make that mistake.
"In the end, you’re still afraid, making excuses," Yang Jian stared at him and said.
"Say whatever you like, but on this bus, even if you try to cause trouble, it’s useless," Xu Feng retorted with an air of indifference.
He knew that as soon as Yang Jian got off the bus, the chances of them seeing each other again were slim.
Given the mortality rate of ghost tars, it was uncertain if either would survive that long.
"At least after I leave, I could have the headquarters expel you and get you a warrant," claid Yang Jian.
Yang Jian looked away and spoke calmly, "Maybe I can’t hurt you directly, but at least I can ensure you won’t be able to hold your head high ever again."
"You want to issue a warrant for ? I’d forgotten, you’re also from the International Ghost Tars Organization and can issue warrants. But as for expelling , you might not have the authority. Breaking contact at most counts as missing. The headquarters might even console my family and give them a settlent fee," said Xu Feng, smiling.
"No, my word is proof. They will believe . Besides, I’m not framing you—you did try to kill . That’s the worst thing you could do. Dealing with people like you is even a higher priority than supernatural events. Plus, I know a few people at the headquarters," Yang Jian retorted.
Xu Feng’s face turned dark instantly.
If Yang Jian got his way, he might indeed beco a fugitive.
"Becoming a fugitive isn’t the worst part. The worst is that one day, after you get off the bus, I’ll have seventy to eighty International Ghost Tars waiting for you. The mont you show up, they’ll capture you, letting you experience a fall from the peak of your life to the lowest of lows," Yang Jian suddenly laughed.
"You’re going too far," Xu Feng could not remain calm any longer.
Because he knew the words of Yang Jian could very likely co true.
"Sorry, young people just like to do what they want. If you can’t stand it, find a way to get off the bus yourself. Go to the headquarters and clear this up. Maybe if you plead your case, it won’t work out for ," said Yang Jian with a shrug.
"You think you can use this to make get off the bus? Naive. And you’re getting happy too soon. You’re still on the bus now; there’s no guarantee it will stop today. Let’s see how you handle a few more nights, see if you dare talk like this again," Xu Feng cursed Yang Jian in his heart, wishing him a sudden death that very day.
He had never seen such shaless people before.
Yet no sooner had he finished speaking,
than the bus suddenly braked and stopped in front of a station platform.
"Bang~!"
At that mont, the door of the bus flung open.
The ti displayed was half past seven.
Even though it was sowhat late, at least the bus had stopped and opened its doors.
"Disappointed? The bus has stopped, and I can leave now," Yang Jian stood up, revealing a slight smile.
Xu Feng’s expression grew even uglier.
This guy didn’t have the risk of a ghost resurgence, as long as he waited for a safe mont like this to leave, he had no constraints.
But Xu Feng was not the sa.
Although he could leave the bus, after leaving, there was no guarantee he would be able to find this sa bus and get on it again successfully, so they would not get off before their own situations were resolved.
"Lin Bei, considering you passed on the ssage, if you need a small favor, I don’t mind helping you out," said Yang Jian as he walked to the door and turned back.
Lin Bei thought for a mont and said, "There’s nothing I need your help with, but if you could, send so money to my family, consider it a loan from . Also, tell them I’m fine. Never mind about the loan, by the looks of you, it doesn’t seem like you have money. Just let my family know I’m safe, find any excuse.
You’re with the International Ghost Tars Organization, it shouldn’t be hard for you to access my file, Lin Bei from the Buddhist Academy, this information should be enough for you."
"I will take care of it for you, rest assured. If you get the chance, try to figure out a way to kill this Xu Feng on the bus for , If you can do it, I’ll send fifty million to your family," Yang Jian said.
"Yang Jian, enough is enough," Xu Feng growled lowly.
This was really more than he could handle.
Yang Jian was out to tarnish his reputation, make him a wanted criminal, and here he was trying to incite troubles among them, after which Yang Jian would bring a group of the International Ghost Tars to capture him.
Such a vengeful heart for soone so young.
"Good luck to you," Yang Jian waved his hand, not bothering to say more to Xu Feng, and stepped off the bus.
But as soon as he got off,he suddenly saw a crowd of passengers queuing up to board at the front door of the bus.
"Aren’t these people afraid of dying?" Yang Jian frowned and shouted, "This bus is haunted, once you get on it’s very hard to get off, get away from here quickly!"
Haunted?
There must be sothing wrong with your brain.
The passengers boarding the bus looked at Yang Jian, thinking he was a lunatic and decided to keep their distance from him.
Seeing his warning was useless, Yang Jian prepared to forcibly disperse them by firing a warning shot.
But when he turned around, he was shocked to discover that the bus he had just stepped off was no longer the one he had disembarked from. Explore more at empire
There were already a good number of passengers sitting on the bus, and the two people at the back were not Xu Feng and Lin Bei.
While the shape of the bus was almost the sa, the model was not.
The eerie Ghost Car had disappeared.
"When did it leave?" Yang Jian’s heart chilled.
The Ghost Car had vanished in the blink of an eye, and he hadn’t even noticed from such close proximity.
After watching the bus behind him for a long ti and confirming that it really wasn’t the Ghost Car, he finally relaxed.
"No wonder they wouldn’t easily get off the bus. If they ended up like , unable to get back, they would soon die from the resurgence of the fierce ghost. It seems that boarding that Ghost Car isn’t just a matter of wanting to, it’s a matter of luck," Yang Jian mused, his gaze flickering, unsure if knowing about the existence of the Ghost Car was either a stroke of luck or misfortune.
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