Mysterious Resurrection: Starting from the Hanged Man Path

Chapter 45 Making a Wish
Zhang Hao hesitated slightly when he heard this.

"Believe me, there must be something wrong with him, there must be."

Zheng Wenyao's speech was somewhat incoherent.

Zhang Xiansheng said calmly: "There is indeed something wrong with this car, but it is too late to say anything now. You just have to leave it to fate."

"I knew it was you!" Zheng Wenyao said, glaring at Zhang Xiansheng fiercely.

Zhang Hao on the side quickly blocked it and bowed.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you on behalf of my friend.
Um... could you please tell us about the problem with this car?"

"You will find out soon." Zhang Xiansheng's face remained calm and his tone was neither hurried nor slow.

Zheng Wenyao on the side couldn't stand it anymore, struggled hard, and clenched his fists to hit.

Zhang Hao couldn't stop his companion at all this time and could only let his fist hit the young man sitting in front of him.

Zhang Xiansheng grabbed the opponent's fist with one hand.

There was a sound of bones breaking.

"Ah~" Zheng Wenyao let out a scream and fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face in pain.

He knelt on the floor of the bus and tried to free himself with his other hand, howling, "My hand, my hand!"

Zhang Xiansheng pinched it left and right again.

"Ah~" "I was wrong, I was really wrong!" Zheng Wenyao's voice trembled and his body shook uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, please let him go." Zhang Hao on the side said hurriedly.

Zhang Xiansheng let go of his hand, not because the young man named Zhang Hao begged for mercy, but simply because he thought it was too easy.

He was looking forward to these people's reactions afterwards, which should be a wonderful picture.

"thanks, thanks."

Zhang Hao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this. He bowed, thanked him, and walked back with the help of his companion.

At this moment, Zheng Wenyao could only gasp for air. His right hand had lost all feeling and his heart was filled with fear of that man.

No one in the car said a word; some because it was none of their business, and some because they were afraid of being taken out on.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet, with only the bus moving steadily.

After a long while, someone couldn't help asking, "Where are we going?"

This question immediately opened the mouths of the people in the car.

"It's not hell, is it?"

At this time.

A bold middle-aged man stood up from his seat and walked towards the driver's seat.

Many people along the way cast hopeful glances.

The middle-aged man has a feeling of heavy responsibility, as he carries the hope for survival of everyone in the car.

He came and stood beside the driver's seat. Because he was close to the driver, he could clearly smell the stench of a corpse and confirmed that the driver had been dead for a long time.

With trembling hands, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette, put it between his lips, put the pack back into his pocket, took out a lighter, lit it, took a deep puff, then threw the cigarette at his feet and stepped on it to put it out.

Most people in the car were watching this scene, and as for smoking... no one cared at all.

The middle-aged man then dragged out the driver's body.

Everyone was able to see the corpse clearly, and some people cried out in surprise. One of them even started to dry heave and almost vomited.

Many people may have seen a corpse, but it is almost always the first time to see a corpse that is so rotten that it is unrecognizable.

After the middle-aged man dragged out the driver's body, he sat in the driver's seat and prepared to stop the car.

This was the countermeasure he had thought of before, but when he actually put it into operation, he found that the bus had not started at all and the indicator lights on the dashboard were all off.

He tried several times, but the brakes and steering wheel seemed to be just decorations and had no effect at all.

A bus without a driver and without a starter was driving in such a strange way. He was desperate at this moment.

Someone in the car asked anxiously: "Brother, how is it?"

The middle-aged man turned around and said after a while: "The car didn't start at all."

Just nine words made the atmosphere in the car drop several degrees.

When everyone came to their senses, unspeakable panic broke out.

Someone called for help on a mobile phone, and although the call went through, the person on the other end of the line was unable to carry out any rescue.

Someone tried to open the window, but it seemed as if it was welded shut.

Some people were so frightened that they stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

They soon discovered that any call for help was futile, as if their fate had been sealed the moment they boarded this strange bus.

A man sitting on the left side of Zhang Xiansheng suddenly burst into tears and held his head.

He murmured, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die! I'm still so young, and my boss said I'm going to be promoted soon. My wonderful life has just begun. Why me? Why me!"

An atmosphere of fear and despair spread in the carriage.

Zhang Xiansheng looked at the crying man and chose to finish him off.

“Promotion may just be a piece of the pie.”

The man subconsciously retorted: "Impossible! The boss thinks highly of me, and many things in the company cannot be done without me?"

After saying this, he choked up and said, "Why am I telling you this?"

Zhang Xiansheng thought this man was interesting, so he asked, "What if I could let you live?"

Upon hearing this, the man quickly asked, "Really?"

"Of course, you just need to make a wish and pay some price to survive, and the price is what you care about most in your heart." Zhang Xiansheng said.

"If I've lost my life, what else do I have to care about? Is it really okay?" the man said hesitantly.

"Do you have any other choice?" Zhang Xiansheng asked with a smile.

"That's right." The man hesitated and said, "Then I want to get off this ghost bus alive."

"Of course, as you wish."

As Zhang Xiansheng spoke, he plucked a silk thread from the fingertips of his right hand and tied it to the little finger of the man's right hand.

At this moment, he knew what the man in front of him cared about most.

future.

"Is it okay?" the man asked.

Zhang Xiansheng said: "It's okay, you will be safe."

Naturally, many people saw this scene, but most people did not believe it, even though Zhang Xiansheng had previously demonstrated his ability to crush another person's hand bones with one hand.

Yang Jian, who was not far away, watched this scene. Ordinary people in the car didn't believe it, but he did.

This person actually has the ability to fulfill other people's wishes. Although the wisher needs to pay some price, it is still extremely horrifying.

After all, in most people's cognition, it is usually gods who can fulfill the wishes of others.

Zhang Xiansheng ignored the gazes of these people and gained a deeper understanding of the wish-making mechanism of the wish ghost.

People care about different things at different stages.

People will change and lose their original intentions.

There are those who are consistent, but they are only a minority after all.

The tree wants to be still but the wind does not stop, the son wants to support his parents but they are no longer there, and only when we lose something do we know how to cherish it, which is a good proof.

(End of this chapter)