I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

The withered trees on both sides of the road swayed in the night wind, like rows of stiff arms.

The moment Ye Yan landed, a dull thud came from beneath his feet, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the concrete pavement.

The white cloth covering him gleamed slightly in the moonlight. The fabric was smooth and wrinkle-free, as if it had just been taken out of the coffin, with the dents left by the corpse still visible on it.

"Yang Jian!"

Ye Yan called out again.

At the end of the road, only swirling mist remained. No one answered him. He had come to understand that Yang Jian did not exist in the timeline of this world.

The path Yang Jian took to become a god was erased by some force. According to the theory of parallel worlds, this is just one of countless branches. Some worlds have Yang Jian, while others do not. Ye Yan is in a timeline where Yang Jian does not exist.

There are no hands in this world that can open the third eye, so no one can imprison vengeful ghosts in the eighteen levels of hell.

In the real world, tens of thousands of people die from paranormal events every day, and the number continues to grow, like an out-of-control counter that can't be stopped.

Ye Yan looked down at the white cloth on his chest. This thing was completely separated from the female corpse, and there was no cost to him using it, at least not for now.

He needs to develop as soon as possible.

He will meet the Seven Elders of the Republic of China and Elder Qin sooner or later.

Especially Old Qin, that old man's foresight is too domineering. Ye Yan sometimes thinks that if Old Qin could see now that he was going to cause trouble in the future and disrupt the balance that the top ghost tamers of the Republic of China had spent decades maintaining, he would probably have already driven a ghost bus into him. He wouldn't have the mind to kowtow in front of that male corpse in the cemetery every day.

There were no cars or people on the road.

There was a rotten, sweet smell in the mist, like sugar sprinkled at a wedding dissolving in dirty water.

Then he saw the corpse on the ground.

Xu Feng lay on the edge of the road, his posture as stiff as a discarded wooden stake. His eyes were open, and his pupils reflected the light from the white cloth on Ye Yan's body.

Xu Feng looked at the pale young man in front of him.

He wore black clothes, had dark blue skin, and a dignified face like a paper effigy burned for the dead in a paper shop.

His supernatural experience told him that this was another ghost.

"Damn it, another ghost."

"How did this haunted place become like this?"

Xu Feng cursed inwardly.

The dried-up corpse bride is summoning ghosts. The ghost bus is stopped on the side of the road, too afraid to move. It lies on the ground pretending to be dead, afraid of triggering some ghost's killing pattern.

The woman in the red wedding dress was running towards them, her skirt leaving a wet trail on the ground.

"If we just hold on a little longer, we'll be safe once we get back on the bus."

Xu Feng thought. But his eyes remained fixed on the "ghost" in black.

This ghost is weird, really weird.

It had just dealt with the wailing ghost, and now it was walking towards him again.

No, its target is here.

This is my place.

Xu Feng's back began to feel cold.

He activated his ghostly power, his body grew increasingly stiff, and his heartbeat slowed down, almost merging with the temperature of the ground.

But he was fully conscious, as if someone had poured ice water over his head.

This kind of clarity is one of despair.

Ye Yan glanced at Xu Feng casually. The person in charge of Xiaochun City was quite capable; he was more than capable of protecting himself.

He currently has 350 shared Fate Points, out of a total of 400, and he has used 50 of them.

The mummified bride is summoning ghosts.

Ye Yan could feel a force pulling at the rules binding him, as if someone was pinching the thread of his clothes with their fingers, trying to tear him apart.

The target of that red wedding dress was very clear: him.

"I have no choice but to sacrifice you."

Ye Yan hardly hesitated.

He activated the Weeping Demon's abilities.

The crying came from his body, not from his mouth, but from every fiber of the white cloth, from every pore of his skin.

The crying was soft, like someone mourning by the water in the distance, but it piled up quickly, one layer on top of another, one layer pressing down on another, until it became the wailing of countless people.

The sound of crying entered Xu Feng's head.

"Xu Feng".

Someone called his name.

Xu Feng's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

He was the only one in this haunted place; people on the ghost bus wouldn't get off, and other folk ghost-controllers wouldn't appear here. But this "ghost" knew his name.

"Xu Feng".

Another sound.

This time it was his mother's voice.

"Xu Feng".

His father's voice.

His cousin's voice.

His high school homeroom teacher's voice.

Everyone he knew, every voice he could remember, was calling his name.

The sounds came from all directions, as if everyone was standing on both sides of the road, looking down at him, the dead man lying on the ground.

"What a joke..." Xu Feng's lips trembled.

His neck began to turn uncontrollably to the left, with a cracking sound, then another, as his cervical vertebrae made a dry, crisp sound.

He lay on the ground, unable to move or run, only able to hear those voices calling his name over and over again.

Ye Yan's cries and the ghost-summoning ability of the dried corpse bride collided in the air.

Dark shadows moved through the forest. The ghosts summoned by the mummy bride were emerging from behind the trees. Some were missing half their heads, some were soaking wet, and some walked as if their joints were filled with shards of glass.

He paused briefly as he passed by Xu Feng.

Xu Feng saw those eyes.

There were no whites in their eyes, only black ones, like two dry wells. He suddenly realized that this "ghost" was coming for him.

It knew his name from the beginning and was walking toward him from the very beginning.

This is not a coincidence; it is a choice.

"You..." Xu Feng's voice caught in his throat.

"A dying person should not know too many secrets."

Ye Yan bent down, grabbed Xu Feng by the collar with one hand, and lifted him off the ground like a dead cat.

Xu Feng's body was unbelievably light; his ghostly power made him almost weightless. Ye Yan swung his arm and flung the man away.

Xu Feng drew an arc in the air, his clothes billowing in the wind like a tattered flag.

He landed with despairing precision, right at the feet of the mummified bride.

The red wedding dress and the white mourning clothes finally came face to face.

Red and White Duo!

The mummified bride lowered her head, stared at the living person at her feet, and slowly took Xu Feng's hand.

Xu Feng's head suddenly drooped, and he died.

When Ye Yan was a live-streaming host, he would also try to reunite couples who were arguing and having conflicts.

And now Ye Yan has truly achieved the joyous occasion of being separated from the dead!

In his last moments before his consciousness faded, he was filled with despair. He knew very well that once the ghost released him, the real world would face a huge crisis.

A vengeful ghost with its own consciousness can forcibly trigger murder patterns, devour other ghosts, and there's no need to worry about the ghost's resurrection. He can foresee how terrible it will be in reality.

The mummified bride slowly departed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Yan couldn't help but sigh, realizing how much effort he had put into making this happy occasion possible.

This is truly a pair of star-crossed lovers.

"The Crying Demon is indeed useful."

"But the cave is still more useful."

He boarded the bus on time, his gaze falling on the driver's seat of the ghost bus. He decided to test his life status and see if he had a chance to drive the bus.