Although he experienced a dangerous situation, he was lucky to get off the bus this time, and the three ghost riders all returned to the bus alive, and the only unlucky ones were Zhang Hao, who was an ordinary person.

There is no suspense, ordinary people are all dead, they don't have the slightest ability to protect themselves, and they can't withstand the attacks of the powerful ghosts there.

Outside, the dried corpse bride still led Zhang Hao to stand across the road and did not leave, but seeing that it had no other movements, and did not get on the bus again, several people were more relieved in their hearts, plus the bus was restarted, out of part of the understanding of the bus, it can also be concluded that their current state should be safe.

It's just that after Xu Feng survived, the contradiction between him and Yang became deeper.

But both men knew very well in their hearts that each had lost their best chance to kill the other.

Yang Jian's best chance is that he will do it when he is lying on the corpse, just to prevent Zhang Hao, who is being held by hand, from summoning ghosts, he can only throw this Xu Feng out, not kill him.

And Zhang Hao, afraid that Yang Jian would not be able to hold on to get off the bus this time, and died of the deterioration of things after the revival of the ghost, and wanted to kill him when the bus lights out. It also turned out to be a failure.

Yang Jian was too vigilant, and he was on guard, so there was no next chance for such an opportunity.

Five minutes have passed since the bus lights were back on.

As soon as the five minutes were up, the front and back doors of the bus were supposed to be open, but at this time, they were all shut.

The glass window that was opened next to the north of the forest also closed by itself at this moment.

The car was locked up, like a sealed environment, and no one could get out of the car, not even a ghost.

"Looks like getting rid of that thing completely." As the bus starts, it starts moving again.

Yang Jian could see that the figure of the dry corpse bride behind him was gradually pulling away, and the thing did not choose to catch up, still holding Zhang Hao's hand and standing there, like two statues, without any movement.

But that doesn't mean all the danger is gone.

At this moment, the numbers on the electronic display of the car still show:1.

There is one more in the number of passengers.

In other words, there are ghosts in the car.

But there were only three of them in the car, and the number of passengers must not have included the ghost riders, otherwise the number would have changed.

And it's still around three o'clock in the morning, and the bus still has a chance to stop.

There may be ghosts in front of you who continue to get on the bus.

Or at that time, I didn't know what kind of ghost I had to face.

Just thinking about this, Yang Jian felt a lot of pressure, because he didn't know what kind of danger would await him in front of him, and the only way was to leave here when the bus entered the safe stop.

If you continue to stay in the car, you will die sooner or later.

It took half an hour to drive.

As luck would have it, the restarted bus didn't make a fourth pit stop, which means that no new ghosts have been on the bus so far.

However, it was four o'clock in the morning.

The bus passed through a very strange place.

A cemetery.

On both sides of the road are dense mounds, one by one the mounds are protruding, like a small hill, some of the mounds are tombstones, and there is a faint image of a person printed on them, but because the vehicle is moving, and the light outside is not good, only a vague outline can be seen.

Some of the mounds were sunken, as if something inside had left the mound and could not support the raised mound.

"What the hell is this place?" This question popped up in Yang Jian's heart.

This mound stretches out into the dark depths in the distance, and although I don't know how many there are, it is certain that this is definitely not any place in reality.

It's another strange place that can't be understood.

"Don't park here, or you won't know how many ghosts are going to come up on this bus."

There are so many mounds that make people's scalps tingle, and everywhere reveals a kind of ominous and weird, which is much more serious than the single mound I saw when I cried grave ghosts before, like a large cemetery, a cemetery.

"Damn it, if you stop here, I'm afraid the bus will be full all of a sudden, and then it will really be over." Xu Feng noticed the situation outside, and his face was very ugly.

Like Yang Jian, he could also feel the horror of this place.

However, Lin Bei didn't move at this time, curled up in the corner and fell asleep, no matter how terrifying it was outside, everything had nothing to do with him.

The bus traveled for 10 minutes on the road surrounded by mounds and still didn't leave the cemetery, so you can imagine how big it is.

However, Yang Jian then found that although there were many graves here, not a single ghost was seen, as if this kind of horror was just an indication of it, in fact, the situation here was much better than the previous sites.

This idea has only just been around for a short time.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian saw that the cemetery, which had been running along the road, suddenly broke off, leaving a clearing.

There is a road in the clearing that leads to a small hill.

In this bleak and dim world, on a hill surrounded by mounds, a small wooden house sits there.

The wooden house is old, as if it has fallen into disrepair, crumbling, and the construction is very rough, there is a feeling of air leakage on all sides, as if the wooden house will fall apart directly after a few kicks.

"There are still wooden houses in this kind of place?" Yang Jian had an incredible feeling.

Who would live in such a ghost place.

Or is it that the wooden house was not for people to live in at all?

The bus passed by without stopping as it passed the hut, and after passing this special place there was a series of mounds, just as before.

But not long after the bus left, the wooden door of the small wooden hut standing in the middle of the cemetery suddenly creaked.

A man came out of the hut, unable to see clearly, only a tall and thin silhouette.

The man stood at the door of the hut and seemed to be looking in the direction the bus had left.

After looking at it for a long time, when the lights of the bus had completely disappeared into the distance, the man returned to the wooden house, and the wooden door creaked shut again.

The cemetery continued to fall into a long, dead silence.

Half an hour later, this continuous cemetery finally opened, and Yang Jian's heart was put down.

And what made him even more suspicious was that in front of the bus, a city suddenly appeared in the distance.

I don't know which city it is, but it is brightly lit, and you can see it from afar.

It was only after moving on that we could conclude that this was indeed the light of a city, not some illusion, and that the bus was going to enter the city according to its current trajectory.

"Next time it's time to get a chance." Yang Jian had such a premonition in his heart.

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