Mysterious Revival

Xu Feng was currently overwhelmed with shame and rage. Lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse, he could perfectly avoid any vicious ghost attacks, and as long as nothing particularly bad happened, his chances of returning alive to the bus were almost certain.

Even if Yang Jian was hopping around in front of him, he wouldn't be scared.

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a dancing corpse that would soon be killed by the ghosts, definitely not surviving for long.

Little did he know, this guy would not act in a conventional manner, not thinking about how to protect himself but instead focusing on how to kill Xu Feng, grabbing him and throwing him towards the Dried Corpse Bride.

Why hadn't that damn guy fallen into a trap and died before?

Xu Feng was now lying on top of the Dried Corpse Bride, not feeling the warmth and softness of a beautiful woman's body, but rather like he was lying on a piece of cold stone, which let the chill seep into his body. Even in his state of playing dead, he was beginning to feel like he couldn't endure it.

Just by touching it, he felt like he was being eroded.

If he chose to attack him proactively, Xu Feng believed he would surely die.

However, lying on top of this ghost, his chances of being attacked were quite high.

So, that meant he had been tricked by Yang Jian.

Seeing Zhang Haw's body fall to the ground, apparently no longer under control, Yang Jian looked in the direction of the Crying Tomb Ghost.

It seemed a bit late. Now that Zhang Haw had summoned these ghosts, even if he stopped, there was no way to send these ghosts away, because summoning ghosts is easy, but dispatching them again is not that simple.

But the only good news was the thudding sound from the darkened bus nearby seemed to have stopped.

It appeared that one of the ghosts had not been summoned.

And as Yang Jian intervened, the ghost hidden on the bus fell back into silence, continuing to lurk somewhere on the bus without choosing to get off.

The ghost that was possibly Nightmare was still confronting the man with the duckbill cap; he wasn't dead yet, and dragging the ghost out for a while shouldn't be an issue.

Looking carefully, the only ghost Yang Jian now had to confront alone was the Crying Tomb Ghost in front of him.

One-on-one, although he might not definitely win, self-preservation was not a problem, especially since he had already plugged his ears.

"As I thought, it's coming for me. So far, I am the only one not besieged by other ghosts. If the Crying Tomb Ghost has to choose a target, I am the best candidate," Yang Jian thought as he saw the Crying Tomb Ghost emerging from the woods, steadily advancing towards him.

He wasn't surprised.

Because there weren't many people left to attack, and if there was anyone else who met the ghost's target requirements, it would only be him.

After all, Xu Feng was currently sprawled on top of the Dried Corpse Bride, and the man with the duckbill cap was still fighting the Nightmare. It was uncertain whether he would be killed off in his dreams.

"Let's see if it can walk into my Ghost Domain. If it's confirmed that it's attacking me, I'll have to fight back without hesitation. It would be terrible to be played to death by a single touch like the Dried Corpse Bride," Yang Jian thought grimly, preparing to counterattack tightly clutching a piece of straw rope in his hand.

It was the Ghost Rope.

It could hang a ghost, but its capabilities were limited; it could not hang many ghosts. However, it could still play a crucial role at a critical moment.

The range of the Ghost Domain wasn't large, only about five meters around him. Yang Jian was doing this just to ensure his own safety.

But too many ghosts had appeared nearby, and even self-preservation was quite strenuous. Fortunately, the two people next to him shared some of the danger, and of course, he also shared some of theirs.

A terrible situation arose.

He had no narrow escape from the Crying Tomb Ghost's assault, which, just as Yang Jian anticipated, relentlessly walked into his Ghost Domain.

This caused his face to suddenly darken.

When had his Ghost Domain become so worthless? Indeed, these ghosts could walk in whenever they wanted, and the number of ghosts that could be kept out by the Ghost Domain seemed to be dwindling.

Or is it that one layer of Ghost Domain is too weak, and I must stack two or three layers to be effective?

But Yang Jian was somewhat resistant to opening deeper layers of the Ghost Domain. He was concerned that the Ghost Eye might resurrect, and if he couldn't suppress it, it would break the balance of his body, resulting in death from Ghost Eye Resurrection.

"Take action."

He had chosen to unleash the Ghost Rope, which was the only ghost he could suppress on his own, so he usually carried it with him.

Immediately,

strands of grass rope began to float in Yang Jian's Ghost Domain. These ropes swayed mid-air as if they were vengeful ghosts ready to hang everyone there.

Since the Ghost Rope had indiscriminate attacks, it was the same for ghosts as well.

A rope fell on the Crying Tomb Ghost, looping around its neck and then suddenly tightening to hang it up.

The Crying Tomb Ghost's feet left the ground, suspended in the air, its body hanging in mid-air.

"Did it work?" Yang Jian's eyelids twitched, feeling something was off.

Was it that easy to control this ghost?

He observed for a moment.

It seemed the Crying Tomb Ghost had stopped moving, as if it was indeed restricted by the Ghost Rope, unable to make any bizarre movements and had stopped crying as well.

"Did I overestimate the Crying Tomb Ghost, or is my Ghost Rope too strong? Perhaps it never showed its full power before because I only encountered some anomalies?" Yang Jian couldn't help but think.

"Or does the Ghost Rope have a restraining effect on the Crying Tomb Ghost?"

He had many thoughts, but currently, that wasn't the priority.

"Bang! Bang!"

The violent beating sounds from the bus started again.

The body of the Crying Tomb Ghost, hanging in the air, started to sway eerily, its movements growing wider, and with each swing, it inched closer towards Yang Jian.

"Could it be..."

Yang Jian turned around abruptly.

His face changed color.

Xu Feng's body, which had previously been pinning down the Dried Corpse Bride, had been tossed aside, and the Dried Corpse Bride had stood up once again, holding Zhang Haw's hand as before, beckoning towards Yang Jian.

"Xu Feng's creepy body could only restrain the Dried Corpse Bride for less than three minutes? Is this guy even a man? That's too short, and he was drained dry after just one time."

Yang Jian noticed that Xu Feng's decaying body was now half-dried, as if it had been eroded by the Dried Corpse Bride, gradually assimilating. However, Xu Feng himself wasn't dead yet and was glaring angrily in this direction, seemingly filled with resentment.

That was very bad news.

Xu Feng's body was special, capable of blocking most ghastly influences, but when faced with the Dried Corpse Bride, it was affected instead.

"However, my caution was right. The Dried Corpse Bride is a major taboo, one must never have contact with it, nor let oneself be targeted by it, otherwise, there's no chance of survival." At this moment, Yang Jian felt besieged,

as if he was surrounded, unable to fend off attacks from all sides.

If these things could be killed, it would be good, but the problem with ghosts is they can't be killed, and in a war of attrition, he would always be at a disadvantage.

However, just when he felt the situation was deteriorating again,

a horn suddenly sounded from the bus behind him, the headlights flashed on, and the lights inside the cabin were turned on.

The deathly still darkness vanished.

The stalled bus at that moment restarted.