Xu Feng was currently overwhelmed with shame and rage. Lying on the ground pretending to be a corpse, he could perfectly avoid any vicious ghost attacks, and as long as nothing particularly bad happened, his chances of returning alive to the bus were almost certain.
Even if Yang Jian was hopping around in front of him, he wouldn't be scared.
In his eyes, it was nothing more than a dancing corpse that would soon be killed by the ghosts, definitely not surviving for long.
Little did he know, this guy would not act in a conventional manner, not thinking about how to protect himself but instead focusing on how to kill Xu Feng, grabbing him and throwing him towards the Dried Corpse Bride.
Why hadn't that damn guy fallen into a trap and died before?
