Mysterious Resurrection: Proof from the Red and White Duo

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian and Yan Li immediately jumped up from their seats and followed Chu Mo out of the car without stopping.

A cold wind blew against the faces of the three of them. It was Chu Mo's first time entering a supernatural place, and he also had a strange feeling.

The most obvious of these is the deathly aura, as if the world has withered away, giving people a feeling of falling into hell.

Fortunately, there were no evil spirits around.

Yang Jian was also very sensible; he immediately opened the gold box after getting off the car.

With the loss of the gold's influence, the headless ghostly figure inside quickly awoke.

The black shadows spread outwards like ink, gradually coalescing into a headless figure standing before the crowd.

The moment the ghost appeared, it instinctively moved closer to Yang Jian, who was the nearest to it.

"Use your ghost eyes to make direct contact with this ghost. If possible, make sure that every ghost eye is fixed on the headless ghost."

Chu Mo grabbed the headless ghost figure, and ghost blood spilled from his hand at the same time.

Yang Jian nodded, and quickly tore open a ghost eye in his palm, pressing it directly onto the headless ghost figure.

The black shadows began to instinctively spread towards Yang Jian, and soon covered him completely.

A headless shadow swayed at his feet, and Yang Jian seemed to be losing control of his body.

His hands involuntarily moved towards his head.

This ghost wants to take its own head off.

Yang Jian dared not be careless. He opened all six ghost eyes in one breath, and each ghost eye was like a steel nail stuck into the headless ghost.

Chu Mo checked the time; three minutes had passed since the bus stopped.

"Two minutes left, is that enough time?"

Yan Li was somewhat worried. As the time spent controlling the vehicle increased, another minute passed, and Yang Jian clearly began to feel weak, with a pained expression appearing on his face.

at the same time.

Suddenly, some firelight appeared in the remote wilderness.

Chu Mo tore open his Ghost Eye and looked across the station. He saw several women carrying torches and looking haggard walking towards him.

These people were dressed in tattered clothes and acted stiffly; they were clearly not living people.

"There's no time. Let's get him in the car and suppress him slowly there."

Chu Mo didn't intend to wait any longer. He reached out and lifted Yang Jian up like a chick.

He went to a window seat, where the women holding torches had already arrived at where they had gotten off the bus, seemingly about to get on as well.

However, at that moment, the bus stopped at the designated stop, and the ghosts were ruthlessly left behind.

"Thank goodness, those ghosts looked terrifying. It would have been troublesome if I had been attacked before getting on the bus."

Yan Li breathed a sigh of relief, but even just through the car window, he was still shaken.

Chu Mo did not reply, but stared at Yang Jian.

Whether it was because of the bus or because Yang Jian was naturally very fast at controlling the headless ghost, he regained consciousness almost immediately after boarding the bus.

"How are you feeling?" Chu Mo asked.

"It's alright. The supernatural forces are being suppressed now. Although the changes aren't very obvious, I can still feel the restlessness of the resurrected vengeful spirit within me being greatly slowed down."

"Hmm, it seems like it was a success."

Chu Mo turned his gaze to the window and fell into deep thought.

Actually, he had his own selfish reasons for suggesting that Yang Jian ride the second ghost on the haunted bus.

Its main purpose was to verify the feasibility of the plan of "using a bus to control a ghost".

It seems there won't be any problems now.

He glanced at the receding scenery and was about to close his eyes when Yang Jian's voice came again.

"By the way, before you got on the bus you said you needed to take care of something. What was it, and do you need our help?"

After speaking, Yang Jian looked at the dried-up bride next to Chu Mo, as if he had guessed something.

"Controlling a ghost might be troublesome; perhaps it will be necessary."

Chu Mo wasn't sure how confident he was, but with the help of the two old ghosts from the Republic of China era, as well as Ghost Blood and Bus, the success rate shouldn't be too low.

After the three of them talked for a while, Chu Mo noticed that a mother and child in the seats in front of him stood up.

Although they had their backs to Chu Mo, some clues could still be gleaned from their silhouettes.

The woman was very fat, wearing a loose white dress stained with blood, and her hair was haphazardly draped behind her.

The son was very thin and small, and looked only two or three years old. He was wearing a tattered black short-sleeved shirt that was very dirty, as if he had always worn it and never washed it.

The mother and child are getting off the bus.

Chu Mo squinted. The lights outside this station were dim, suggesting it was a modern city.

The ghost wanted to get off the bus, but the three of them tacitly ignored it, knowing full well that it was not their business.

"How are you feeling?"

Chu Mo asked Yang Jian again.

"The effect is obvious; the headless ghost seems quite well-behaved, as for the ghost eyes..."

Yang Jian thought for a moment, "It should be a little better than when I first controlled this ghost."

His tone was filled with surprise and excitement, and he was also very grateful that he had grown up in Meishan Village with Chu Mo since childhood.

After the knocking ghost incident, Yang Jian used Zhou Zheng's phone to investigate on the international ghost-tamer website.

Currently, let alone a ghost tamer who can control two ghosts, even this kind of solution has not been fully researched.

But Chu Mo did it for him effortlessly.

The other party was like the reborn person Fang Jing mentioned, who knew everything about the supernatural.

"Well, it's good that it's successful. In the future, when using the supernatural, as long as we don't break this balance, delaying it for a few years won't be a problem."

Chu Mo was completely unaware of Yang Jian's thoughts; to him, it was just a trivial and convenient matter.

The second station passed quickly.

Chu Mo didn't know how much longer he would need to stay in this car, but he wasn't in a hurry.

As long as the car isn't turned off prematurely, is fully loaded, or gets blocked by a ghost, I have plenty of time to waste here.

However, Chu Mo put this idea out of his mind after the bus arrived at the third stop.

Because he found what he was looking for.

Outside the car window, in the dimly lit fields, stood a solitary old grave.

There was no tombstone in front of the grave, only a person dressed in white mourning clothes kneeling there.

It's a grave-crying ghost.

The vehicle glided for a distance before coming to a stop, and the doors opened again.

"This ghost is quite dangerous, so you should stay on the bus for now and keep an eye on the time. If I haven't boarded the bus before the doors close, use your ghost domain to bring me on board. Remember, do not leave the bus under any circumstances, or you might die if you encounter that ghost."

Chu Mo's tone was quite solemn. The success or failure of this operation would completely determine whether he could become the Red and White Duo.

Yang Jian and Yan Li nodded, and at the same time, they unconsciously looked out the car window at the old grave and the vengeful ghost in front of it.

After the car door opened, they heard a sound that sounded like a man crying.

The cries were mournful and melodious, as if they would linger and amplify in one's mind as soon as they were heard.

This is just what I felt like on the bus.

It's hard to imagine how much the wailing at the grave would be amplified once they were off the bus, or how terrifying its eeriness would become.

Chu Mo held tightly to the hand of the dried-up corpse bride beside him. After explaining everything, he decisively left the bus.

At this moment, there are still some grayish-white marks on the bride's wedding dress and veil. These are the supernatural traces left by the old man in the copper coin robe, but they are slowly fading away over time.

Before long, the wedding dress and veil will be restored.

This was the moment Chu Mo had been waiting for.

He took the hand of the mummified bride and stiffly led her to the weeping ghost.