The bus started up again.
As the lights in the carriage came on once more, Yang Jian immediately understood that the most dangerous moment had passed. As long as he could get back on the bus, he would temporarily be safe, at least not having to worry about being targeted by these ghosts.
"Let's get out of here," he murmured.
Yang Jian's gaze shifted subtly. He felt that if he continued to stay outside, he would definitely be caught by the Dried Corpse Bride. Although the Crying Tomb Ghost was temporarily suppressed by the Ghost Rope, the danger was not yet averted.
Without delay, he moved backward.
In the Ghost Domain, the next moment he found himself at the side of the bus. He then retracted the Ghost Rope.
With the Ghost Rope restriction lifted, the Crying Tomb Ghost fell to the ground with a thud, the sound muffled, like a corpse dropping, its posture twisted and strange.
