At this moment, my brain was spinning very quickly, and I suddenly thought that this car was probably not a real minibus, and the people on it must not be real people, they were probably ghosts from the crematorium.

How dare I ask what that bracelet is all about? The only thing I have to do is get out of the car and get out of this ghost bus.

I jumped to the door of the car, banged on the door violently, and shouted loudly to stop. However, the ghost in the middle of the bus still drove forward unhappily and slowly, without the slightest intention of stopping.

I was anxious and scared, still banging the door and looking back at the driver in horror. The driver seemed to be deaf, and didn't seem to hear my shouts at all, or just ignored me. He didn't turn his head to me at all, but focused on driving.

Moreover, I distinctly felt that the other people in the car, no, it should be ghosts, were all looking at me in unison. Still, they were all quiet, sitting motionless in their respective places, just staring blankly at me.

That Zhang Ke, no, I already knew that it was not Zhang Ke at all, but another unknown ghost who had been changed by the ghost in the hospital morgue, also sat back in his seat, sitting upright, looking at me quietly, blankly, like the other ghosts.

I was vigilant against the ghosts, fearing that they would suddenly pounce on me, and I banged on the car door in despair and looked out through the glass window of the door.

Strangely, the street outside was still the real street, and I could even see the faces of the pedestrians on the sidewalk.

Seeing the busy streets and the lively pedestrians, my desire to survive became stronger, and I banged on the car door even more violently, making a loud "clang-" sound, and even my own eardrums hurt, but the people outside seemed to not hear at all. Moreover, I clearly saw someone outside looking at me, looking in my direction. However, their expressions did not change at all, as if they did not see me at all.

Slowly, I finally understood that although this ghost bus was running on the avenue of the yang world, it was invisible, and people outside could not see it at all, so they could not see me inside.

Sure enough, this was quickly confirmed.

The ghost is about to go to the intersection, and at this time, there is a red light in front of this lane, and I can see the traffic police on duty in front. But the ghost still drove forward unhappily and slowly. I watched as it crossed the red light and drove straight ahead of the car in the opposite lane.

I already knew by this time that the road I was on was overlapping with the main street of the sun, but it was independent of each other. It must be exercising the path of the underworld, but in my eyes it shows the streets of the sun.

The slamming of the car door and the tearing screams were in vain, and I slowly resigned myself to my fate, gave up the struggle, and leaned against the door in despair, watching it drive from the bustling street into the secluded side streets, and then out into the suburbs. Wherever it passes, whether it is a high-rise building or a river, it is unimpeded. It's like exercising on an invisible space-time tunnel, which is not limited by the physical space of reality at all.

Along the way, I slowly turned from fear to despair, despair made me no longer so afraid, I slowly became calm, and even began to imagine where this car would go?

In fact, it is true that after experiencing extreme fear, the nerves of fear will quickly become numb and become less sensitive to fear. This is called fear immunity, also known as the temporary loss of sensation of the fear nerve. In short, people don't stay in fear for a long time, because then the nerves can't stand it. However, this does not affect the other sensory nerves, or even normal thinking.

As a result, I really became less scared and became curious about where the ghost was going. Of course, this curiosity is also mixed with an uneasiness about the unknown, but this uneasiness is by no means fear.

I had no idea about the time at the time, and I didn't know how long it had been, but a tunnel appeared in front of me, and the ghost bus drove into the tunnel, and the tunnel was pitch black, and there was no light at all, and the car suddenly became a dark abyss where I couldn't see my fingers.

Because there was no sound when the ghost was moving, and the ghost above was very quiet, as soon as I entered the tunnel, I felt as if I was swallowed up by the silence of darkness. If it weren't for the fact that my body could still clearly feel the cold, hard body, I would have suspected that I was no longer in the car, but had fallen into an abyss of endless darkness. At this time, I began to feel scared again, a fear of the dark.

The ghost bus traveled for a long time in the absolute darkness of the tunnel, during which time there was no sound, and I could only hear my own heartbeat. Even though I couldn't see anything, I tried to keep my eyes open, and my eyes hurt to open them.

I don't know how long it took, I finally saw a glimmer of light, I thought it was a hallucination, or I was dazzled, I hurriedly closed my eyes, closed them for a while, stabilized my nervous mood before opening my eyes again.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I could finally see that the ghost bus had driven out of the tunnel. However, outside the car was a white fog, a sea of fog, and the visibility outside was almost zero, but you could already see the situation inside the car.

The ghosts appeared before my eyes again, and though I didn't want to see them, it was better than seeing nothing in the dark, and it made me feel a little more at ease.

Next, the ghost kept exercising in the vast white sea of fog, and I felt like I had entered another endless space, and slowly I began to become uneasy again.

Who knows, as the ghosts continue to go deeper and deeper in the sea of fog, those ghosts slowly begin to react, no longer as silent as before, motionless like real corpses. They began to move, like passengers who have been sitting in a car for a long time want to move their muscles and bones, and their eyes actually felt refreshed, as if they had become living beings.

I was so amazed at how they changed that I didn't bother to pay attention to the sea of fog outside the car, and watched the ghosts warily and uneasily.