Mysterious Resurrection: The Peddler

The next day.

Dachang City, Chang'an Road Bus Station.

After leaving the headquarters in Dajing City, Yang Jian directly suspended the entire bus route in Dachang City. Mr. Cao only said that the ghost bus would appear, but did not say whether it would cause supernatural events here, so Yang Jian had to be on guard.

The area around the bus stop was empty; even the residents around it had been temporarily evacuated. Only Yang Jian was silently waiting for three o'clock to arrive.

"There's only one last minute left."

Yang Jian glanced at the time, then shifted his gaze to the end of the road.

far away.

It was clearly daytime, but the street lights suddenly began to flicker. A haze seemed to surge in the surroundings, and the vision became distorted and blurred. Then, accompanied by two yellow headlights lighting up, a slightly strange bus slowly drove over.

"It's really weird that the bus has its lights on in broad daylight."

Yang Jian opened his ghost eye and tried to see the truth about the bus, but one ghost eye was not enough, and he had to stack it up to the fourth level of ghosts before he could see the true appearance of the ghost bus:
It was not a normal bus at all, but a rusty, broken and dented scrapped vehicle.

Not only that, Yang Jian's vision was gradually becoming blurred. The supernatural power of the ghost bus had an impact and interference on his ghost eyes, as if he was nearsighted. He could not see the situation inside the bus clearly. He could only see the outline of a human figure in the driver's seat, and he didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost.

Crunch-!
With a sharp sound, the bus finally stopped and the front and rear doors shook open.

Yang Jian looked up, but was suddenly surprised.

Because the person sitting in the driver's seat was no longer the fat corpse from last time, but Mr. Cao who he had just met yesterday!
Cao Yang turned his head to look at Yang Jian, his old face expressionless.

"Are you surprised to see me?"

"Unexpected, very unexpected."

Yang Jian looked at the empty carriage. It was not until now that he understood that what Mr. Cao said yesterday was not that the ghost bus would appear at this time, but that he would drive the ghost bus directly to Dachang City.

The old man in front of him seemed to be too kind to him.

why?
While feeling stunned, Yang Jian also had some more questions in his mind.

"Let's get in the car first. It's still a long way to go."

Cao Yang's words made Yang Jian stop hesitating and he got on the ghost bus that was specially created for him.

The door closed and the bus started under Cao Yang's control.

Yang Jian sat behind the driver's seat, watching the environment outside the car window change rapidly. After thinking for a moment, he finally decided to ask.

"Do you know where I'm going?"

"I don't know, so I'm waiting for you to speak."

Cao Yang's answer made Yang Jian's face turn dark. Although this was the truth, he always felt that something was not right.

"I took this haunted bus a few months ago. The bus passed a certain station. There was an abandoned old house behind the station. A ghost bride wearing a cheongsam and a red veil got on the bus."

Yang Jian said.

"So you want to find that ghost."

"Ah."

"I understand." The conversation between the two was very simple, but Yang Jian was still confused. The last time the bus stalled in a remote wilderness, and no one got on the bus after it was restarted. How did Mr. Cao know the ghost's current location?
"The number on the display is 1, which means there is an invisible ghost on the car. It is also possible that... Mr. Cao is the ghost."

Yang Jian fell into deep thought.

"No, ghosts can't talk. Even a person invaded by a fierce ghost can't talk fluently with others. What's more, Mr. Cao is a top ghost tamer himself, and he is suspected to be a person from the Republic of China period."

Time passed, and the bustling city was no longer visible outside the bus window. Instead, it became dark and depressing. Visibility was very low, and it seemed that the bus had entered a mysterious place.

"The fact that Mr. Cao can drive this bus shows that buses can be controlled by humans, but the requirements for ghost drivers are very high. Mr. Cao can do whatever he wants because he is very terrifying. I may not be able to do it if it were me."

Yang Jian reached into his pocket and felt around. There was a golden container inside. It was a ghost hand that he had imprisoned when he first arrived in Dajing City. He brought it with him because the ghost hand was an important part of the solution to the music box curse.

"Ghost marriage, holding hands, curse transfer..."

There is a trap in the plan given by the human skin paper, but the trap is hidden everywhere and Yang Jian has not yet cracked it.

There were so many questions that Yang Jian didn’t even know how to organize his thoughts.

"Although I don't know what you are going to do, that ghost is very fierce. You'd better be careful. The curse of the music box is not omnipotent."

It seemed that they were about to reach their destination, Cao Yang suddenly reminded.

“Are you the driver of this ghost bus?”

"Not really. The real driver was one of my predecessors. I am just inheriting his legacy."

"senior?"

"His last name was Qin. He was a great man, but he died in the end."

"Qin?"

Yang Jian remembered the statue standing in the most conspicuous position in the headquarters hall. It was made of pure gold, and next to it was a golden statue of a ghost rider named Qin Lao.

"Any haunted place will eventually get out of control, when evil spirits will break out of it and invade reality. The role of the bus is to send these ghosts to where they should go."

"You can try to be a driver someday, too."

Yang Jian didn't say anything. If he could survive this time, everything would be fine. If he died in the process, everything would be in vain. Unnecessary promises were meaningless.

"You can keep the music box. Just think of it as some special care from me. The evil spirits have revived and the world is like hell. It's okay for some people to die. In which era did people not die? In which era did not have evil spirits?"

The bus started to move more slowly, and the darkness outside the window faded a little; it seemed that we would soon arrive at the station.

"Good luck, young man. If you can come back alive, I can give you another supernatural item."

The bus came to a complete stop. Through the window, Yang Jian saw the abandoned old house again. The house was made of wood. It was unknown how long it had been built there. Several parts had collapsed and it was overgrown with weeds. It looked like it had been abandoned there. There was no sign that anyone lived there.

But right in front of this old house, there are two red lanterns hanging, emitting light.

Arrived.

Yang Jian packed up the backpack containing the shroud, ghost candle and human skin paper and got off the car without hesitation.

Through the headlights of the bus, you can vaguely see a winding forest path behind the platform. The dirt road is overgrown with weeds, and the old house is located at the end of the path.

(End of this chapter)