I and countless versions of myself simultaneously travel through time.

The terror of the ghost bus permeated the entire path of the ghost tamer.

Even in the final stages, when Yang Jian was riding the Ghost Bus, the shadow of resurrection still followed him everywhere.

The limits of ghost tamers were reached back in Zhang Dong's generation; that path was dead, and no one could walk it alive.

Yang Jian was ultimately forced to merge with the Ghost Child, transforming from a Ghost Tamer into a "God," because the Ghost Child possessed the characteristics of infinite growth and infinite stacking, which was the only way to break through the limits.

The [Life State] released by Ye Yan is essentially a probabilistic control mechanism. He may be able to suppress the vengeful spirits, but conversely, he may also be corrupted by them.

The gloomy face of the weeping ghost was now under his control, quietly weeping within his body like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

He wasn't sure if the ghost bus would take that route, to that haunted old house.

Ye Yan can use Fate Points to replace the Ghost Domain for spatial movement, but the Ghost Domain cannot penetrate from one supernatural place to another.

So whenever the ghost bus stops and turns off, the ghost riders on board don't want to stay for even a second longer, preferring to stay huddled inside the bus.

After all, this car itself has the function of suppressing the resurgence of ghosts, so who would want to go out and face those things outside?

Ye Yan glanced at the ghostly situation inside the car; the number was 10.

There were no other ghost riders in the car, only Xu Feng, who is now dead.

They went to their wedding night.

The lights on the ghost bus went out.

The "driver" that Ye Yan had left aside was not the true form of the ghost bus. The real form was the seat next to the driver's seat. Ye Yan remained vigilant. The classification system used by headquarters was simply not enough to measure the levels of ghosts in the mysterious resurrected world.

If the male corpse in the cemetery and the mummified bride were released, they would be terrifying beings capable of triggering massive paranormal events, definitely at least S-level.

He took his seat.

The vengeful spirit behind them was whispering.

Ye Yan immediately activated his life state.

The carriage shook violently, as if gripped and swung by an invisible giant hand. The ghost bus, which was about to start, let out a muffled groan and stalled again. The will-o'-the-wisp on the instrument panel flickered, like an electrocardiogram of a dying heart.

All the ghosts turned their gazes toward him.

Those empty eye sockets flickered with eerie green phosphorescence; they had no pupils, yet they exerted a tangible pressure on Ye Yan.

The oppressive feeling from crying at the grave hadn't subsided yet, and now being watched by the same ghost at the same time, an ordinary person would probably have already been terrified.

But he is the driver.

The car body shook violently again, the doors slammed open and then slammed shut, repeating this several times, as if it were convulsing.

The ghost in the driver's seat let out increasingly mournful howls, causing the entire carriage to resonate, and a chilling aura seeped from the gaps in the seats.

"With my supernatural powers, I can't even open it a little bit," Ye Yan muttered to himself, feeling the surging energy within his body. "But my permanent life state can."

He can't.

But cheats can.

Even a small opening doesn't count as opening.

He paused.

Supernatural forces were surging in, like a tidal wave bursting its banks and flooding his body.

He's stealing the power of the ghost bus.

This sense of predation is both strange and familiar, like...

Just like Yang Jian.

When he drove the ghost bus into the ghost ship, he was forced into the driver's seat by the main ghost. Now, Ye Yan clearly felt that his body was firmly connected to the driver's seat, as if he was welded to the seat.

He tried pressing the accelerator.

The ghost god moved a bit before they started dating.

He was able to drive a little distance.

"I can restart my life state an infinite number of times, so I'm not gambling with my life at all. My life is my trump card, and I can't lose it all. What I'm really gambling on is the probability of this one chance. If I succeed, I get another card; if I fail, I just start over. So this is a different kind of infinite restart." Ye Yan was a little surprised.

Ye Yan launched the attack once, twice, three times, and four times, with the probability fluctuating—sometimes once, sometimes twice, and sometimes three times.

Each time it was activated, the expression on the face of the weeping grave ghost became more and more distorted, the ghostly face going from pain to deeper pain, and the supernatural power gradually subsided.

At the same time, he felt his own supernatural power being reversed by the ghost bus, and the two supernatural forces collided fiercely within him, giving rise to a new conflict.

The interior walls of the carriage were visibly aging and peeling, and the ghostly power of the ghost bus was being absorbed by him little by little.

A moment later, his body suddenly felt relaxed, and he was truly connected with the ghost bus.

This time, he was the driver.

Ye Yan immediately started the vehicle. Regardless of what the ghost in the seat might be thinking, his goal was simple: to bind Zhang Dong.

He had Zhang Dong erase the power of the evil spirit, and then he used the Fate Point to pick up the scraps.

Zhang Dong was in charge of output, while he was in charge of logistics.

Win-win.

Gaga ran rampant.

The ghost bus drove past Luo Qian's graveyard, and Ye Yan did not stop.

Until we passed by that old house, the door was open.

He parked the car and turned off the engine.

The ghost in the seat behind him was still howling, and naturally he wouldn't step inside.

Before the old man in the grand chair, all beings are equal.

Ye Yan knew very well that most of the top ghost controllers during the Republic of China era dismembered their own supernatural entities after death in order to reduce the cost of the resurgence of vengeful ghosts.

Only Zhangdong was spared; the evil spirit of Zhangdong resurrected and has been lingering there ever since.

Now he understood that Zhang Dong was using his own corpse after death to suppress this old forest.

Otherwise, after so many years, who knows how many ghosts in the forest would have resurrected long ago.

[Bind on the vengeful ghost Zhang Dong? First-time binding requires 0 Destiny Points, daily feedback points: 40]

[Investment Assessment: The strongest ghost tamer during the Republic of China era, whose body remained intact after death, possessing supernatural qualities, representing the pinnacle of the mysterious resurrection world. The title "Cave Emperor" is: Absolutely phenomenal.]

The moment the binding was completed, the Fate Points surged to 40.

Ye Yan didn't rush to use it, but first sensed his current state.

Having come all this way, I'm not here to cause trouble, but simply to see the pinnacle of power in this world.

There is no Yang Jian in this world; the strongest ghost tamer in history is undoubtedly Zhang Dong.

Even a figure like the captain was wary of Zhang Dong, which shows that this old man's prestige has never diminished in the slightest. He can easily eliminate evil spirits, which is truly impressive.

But in Ye Yan's perception, things were changing.

The curse and the ghost bus on him were reinforcing each other, like two snakes intertwined, tightening their grip.

The deeper he drove, the less he could leave the driver's seat. It was as if the seat was an extension of his body, and supernatural forces surged back and forth between the two, forming a dangerous balance.

Ye Yan glanced back at the way he had come.

What would happen if he actually drove that ghost bus all the way into Zhang Dong's territory?

He could roughly guess the answer: either it would be directly erased, or Old Qin would come to check it out in person.

He certainly didn't have that idea, because Zhang Dong was too terrifying.

The mere mention of the name "Zhangdong" is enough to quiet the supernatural world to a minimum.

At this moment, the ghosts on the ghost bus were screaming and yelling, as if they had sensed some extreme terror.

the reason is simple.

Zhang Dong looked up and glanced at it.

The ghosts inside felt fear for the first time.

Ye Yan withdrew his gaze, stepped on the gas, and drove in the opposite direction.

The ghost bus was encountering increasing resistance, and with each step forward, it groaned under the strain.

However, his [life state] is invading infinitely, and each activation weakens the Ghost Bus's resistance.

While driving, he was constantly at risk of being corrupted, but conversely, he was also using the supernatural power of the ghost bus to suppress the curse within him.

It's a dangerous tug-of-war, and he's winning.

"It's time for revenge."

Ye Yan changed direction and used 40 Fate Points to teleport the male corpse from the graveyard, along with his coffin, to the old house. Ye Yan held a deep grudge against the male corpse from the graveyard, and after being transported here, he felt incredibly happy.

That coffin was a good thing; he had wanted this supernatural weapon for a long time.

He then stopped the car and got out. Sure enough, once he was out of the driver's seat, the feeling of being welded shut disappeared.

He used 2 Fate Points to teleport to the roof of the old house.

From a high vantage point, one can overlook the entire situation.

Ye Yan found a comfortable position to sit down, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Boring," he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed on the slumbering old house. "I want to see rivers of blood."

He was waiting to see just how high Zhang Dong's pretentiousness could go.

A terrifying tomb appeared. The old man's body, which had been sitting in a chair but had not decayed, slowly stood up. The male corpse in the tomb then activated its supernatural power, and it was this action that made the old man's body stand up.

Because no supernatural occurrences are allowed in this haunted old house, Ye Yan felt terrified. He stopped crying and became like a quiet child, falling into a deep sleep.

There are three ghosts at this moment: a bloodthirsty spectator, a centenarian, and a terrified ghost.

"Let's start fighting!"