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Without changing her expression, she put away her phone and stepped onto the bus.

The car door clicked shut behind me.

As soon as she stepped into the carriage, Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru's eyes immediately fell on her.

Both of them had anxious and joyful eyes, especially Lin Yueru, who looked as if she had seen a savior descend from the sky. She leaned forward instinctively and almost rushed over in excitement.

The carriage was dimly lit and flickering with yellow light. A dozen ghosts sat blankly in their seats, their empty gazes fixed straight ahead, and a chilling coldness permeated every corner.

The driver turned around again, gripped the steering wheel firmly, stepped on the gas, and the old bus slowly drove away from the station once more, disappearing into the swirling fog.

Junior Uncle, you've finally arrived. Xuan Feng saw Shen Jing Shu get on the bus and, suppressing his fear, asked in a low voice, "What exactly happened? This bus is for getting on, not off. Look at all the passengers on board."

Shen Jingshu raised her eyes and slowly swept them across the carriage, her gaze slightly darkening.

Inside the car, apart from Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru, everyone else was a ghost.

"There must have been an accident on this section of the road many years ago." Shen Jingshu lowered her voice to avoid disturbing others. "Many of the deceased souls on the bus are trapped here, unable to let go of their obsessions, repeating their life's journey day after day."

Lin Yueru trembled slightly and quickly asked, "Then... could it be this driver's obsession?"

"That's right." Shen Jingshu looked at the man in the driver's seat. His face was filled with a heavy death aura, and he was unconsciously muttering to himself, "Listen carefully, he keeps saying that he wants to go home and reunite with his wife and children. His greatest obsession is to go home."

So what should we do?

"The solution is simple: just dispel his obsession. Although the spirits of the passengers on the bus also have their own obsessions, none are as deep as the driver's. I contacted the Special Affairs Bureau on the way here, and their people will be here soon."

During the time they were trapped, Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru had tried other methods, but the talismans they carried with them had no effect on the driver.

Shen Jingshu's gaze fell on the driver in the driver's seat. She reached into her bosom and took out a calming talisman. Her lips moved slightly as she softly chanted the calming mantra. The talisman, glowing with a faint golden light, shot straight towards the driver.

The driver, who had been focused on driving, seemed startled and turned around abruptly. His eyes were empty and lifeless as he stared straight at the three of them. He spoke stiffly, his tone flat and without inflection: "Passengers, please be seated and do not move around on the bus."

The faint light of the Tranquilizing Talisman that had just been injected into his body quietly dissipated, barely causing a ripple.

Shen Jingshu frowned slightly, understanding dawning on her—this person's obsession had reached such a profound level.

Upon witnessing this scene, both Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru were deeply shocked.

Even Shen Jingshu's calming talisman had little effect, which shows just how terrifyingly deep this driver's obsession had become.

"He has already become a demonic ghost." Shen Jingshu said in a deep voice, her gaze sweeping across the entire carriage. "This carriage is a ghostly domain formed from his obsession. Once you step into this area, it becomes his territory. Here, whether you are an ordinary person or a sorcerer, the ordinary spells you cast will be weakened by the power of the ghostly domain, making it difficult to have any effect on him."

Xuanfeng's face turned pale, and he clenched his fists. No wonder all their attempts with their personal talismans had failed; they had been trapped in the other party's ghost realm.

"What should we do?"

After a moment's thought, Shen Jingshu slowly said, "This matter is far beyond what the mortal realm can handle; it belongs to the affairs of the underworld. Therefore, we should ask the people of the underworld to resolve it."

After saying that, she magically took out three sticks of incense from her crossbody bag, looked up at Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru, and solemnly instructed them: "No matter what you see later, don't panic and don't make a sound."

Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru nodded in unison, holding their breath.

A cluster of pale blue flames suddenly ignited, lighting three incense sticks, and wisps of smoke slowly rose. Shen Jingshu lowered her eyes, and her lips murmured an obscure and lengthy incantation.

Lin Yueru quietly turned to the side, gently nudged Xuanfeng beside her with her elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know what Junior Uncle is doing?"

Xuanfeng was initially unsure, but the moment he heard the incantation, his pupils constricted and his heart was filled with shock.

She was actually summoning a ghost messenger!

How could you summon ghost messengers so easily?

Even his master, if he wanted to deliver the souls of the dead, had to wait until the full moon of each month, fast and purify himself, set up an altar and perform rituals, in order to barely tear open a tiny crack in the gates of hell, just enough to guide some lonely ghosts to the underworld for reincarnation.

Xuanfeng looked at Lin Yueru, his expression complex and difficult to describe, and whispered, "Junior Martial Uncle, this is summoning ghost messengers."

Lin Yueru gasped sharply.

As fellow members of the Xuanmen sect, they all knew that only highly accomplished seniors had the ability to summon the underworld officials. Even her master and Xuanfeng's master had to choose a specific time to perform the ritual, and each time they opened the gates of hell, they would deplete their own cultivation, a price that was extremely high.

Junior Uncle...

Both of them secretly felt a chill, thinking that such a hasty spell would most likely fail to summon the underworld officials. Normally, it was no easy feat for a sorcerer to communicate with the underworld and even meet with ghost officials.

The moment that thought crossed their minds, the space inside the bus suddenly twisted and contorted, as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand, revealing a massive rift. Within the rift was a churning black vortex, pitch black and deep, bottomless, like an abyss.

Soon, two figures slowly emerged from the black hole.

Two figures appeared, one in black and one in white; they were none other than the Black and White Impermanence.

Xuanfeng and Lin Yueru both gasped, instinctively covering their mouths tightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the two Yin spirits.

Back in Xiaowang Village, they had only heard Lin Feng and Ye Shuang mention that Shen Jingshu had quite a connection to the underworld, but no one expected that she could summon the Black and White Impermanence so easily.

As soon as the Black and White Impermanence boarded the bus, they immediately sensed the abnormality of this ghostly realm, but still bowed to Shen Jingshu first, their voices low and solemn: "Miss Shen."