Apart from Jiang Yan's constant shouting, there was almost no sound in the bus. With a dead body lying in the aisle and red gauze fluttering beside the driver, the atmosphere in the car was extremely weird.
"Wu Zhao, why don't you do anything?" Guan Xingyu couldn't help it, "Stop the car!"
"Shut up!" Ye Jin shouted angrily, and the bus that had already climbed to the top of the mountain suddenly rushed down along the winding mountain road. The body of the bus seemed to tilt over, and I held the seat back with both hands to barely stabilize my body, while the others rushed towards the front of the bus.
Before the people in the bus who were shaken dizzy could come to their senses, the bus suddenly turned on the mountain road. I even felt that half of the bus was outside the mountain road, and everyone couldn't help but lean backwards.
At that moment, one of our feet was on the line of death. If we were to deviate a little, the bus would fall off the cliff, and the car would be destroyed and everyone on board would die. I even saw the scene of the bus falling and the flames rising into the sky. But the next second, the bus miraculously returned to its original position and continued to speed along the mountain road as if it was out of control.
Jiang Yan shouted at the top of his lungs: "Wu Zhao, what are you doing? Take control of the car!"
I held onto the seat and stood up again when the windows on all sides of the bus suddenly shattered at the same time. The glass blown up by the mountain wind instantly hit our faces like snowflakes. I subconsciously closed my eyes, but the broken glass continued to hit my face. The intense pain almost made me let go of the seat and touch the wound on my face.
That instinct just flashed through my mind, and then I suddenly woke up, exerted force with both hands, and grabbed the chair again: "Hold on to the chair, don't move!"
At the same time, I heard screams coming from behind me: "Don't... don't pry my hands apart!"
When I looked back, Xiaoyuan's body had already climbed up from the ground, and was prying open one by one the fingers of a student who was hooked on a chair - half of the man's body had been thrown out of the car window at some point, and if he hadn't been holding on to the chair tightly with his hands, he would have fallen out of the car long ago.
“Don’t… Xiaoyuan… spare me!” When the man was desperately crying and begging Xiaoyuan to let go, I had already pulled out the dagger from my leg and stabbed it towards Xiaoyuan’s head with my backhand.
The moment the blade pierced into the female corpse's head, Xiao Yuan also pried off the other's last finger, and the person fell under the bus with a scream, but the speed of the bus slowed down at this moment. When the sound of wheels crushing bones suddenly arose, the female corpse whose head I stabbed with a knife also fell to the ground in the splashing phosphorous fire.
While the people on the bus were still in shock, the bus slowly fell backwards. I clearly felt the wheels running over something, and the sound of human bones being crushed came again.
After a brief silence, someone suddenly burst into tears: "He was dragged down by a ghost. I saw someone reaching out from the window to pull him down..."
"Stop talking!" Guan Xingyu roared and shouted directly at me, "Wu Zhao, what do you do for a living? Two people died in a row, and you didn't even move a muscle?"
When I looked at Guan Xingyu coldly, a sneer suddenly came from the driver, saying: "Brother Yu, I said, if you can't find me, someone will die. This is just the beginning, I will come back."
As the female ghost's voice fell, the driver fell to the ground with a thud. As the bright red blood slowly dripped down the steering wheel to the ground, the car really began to lose control and slowly slid down the mountain road to the bottom of the mountain.
Ye Jin, who was sitting in the front row, rushed to the driver's seat, stretched out his hand to pull away the driver's body, and sat on the bloody driver's seat. It took him several attempts to stabilize the bus: "Wu Zhao, what should we do?"
I said in a deep voice: "Ye Jin, drive the car and continue going down the mountain. We'll think of a solution when we get there."
"Bullshit!" Jiang Yan roared, "Can you still stay in the car? Two people have already died, and the car almost crashed at the foot of the mountain. Do you still want to stay in the car? Is there anything else you can do?"
I said coldly, "If you want to go, you can go by yourself, no one will stop you. Also, if you don't want to take the car, you can follow him down."
Guan Xingyu stood up first: "Brother Jiang, I'll go with you."
"Stop right there!" Guan Qingyan stood up with a pale face, "Xiao Yu, you are not allowed to go anywhere. Just sit still!"
"Sister—" Guan Xingyu shouted, "You saw it yourself, Wu Zhao is not capable at all. He couldn't see the dead right under his nose. He didn't even move when the ghost came. He watched two of us die in a row. Do you still believe him?"
Guan Qingyan said with a gloomy face: "Xiaoyu, you don't even listen to me, right? If you dare to get off the car, don't recognize me as your sister."
Guan Xingyu opened his mouth to say something, but finally sat down obediently.
Jiang Yan’s main purpose is to take Guan Xingyu away. As long as Guan Xingyu gets off the car, I must follow them. But now he can only stay in the car.
Ye Jin glanced back, stepped on the accelerator without saying a word and drove the car down the mountain. This time, no one in the car dared to speak. A corpse with a dagger stuck in its head was lying in the aisle, and a dead man with his eyes open was lying on the passenger seat. Who would have the heart to speak
Except for me and Guan Qingyan, everyone else gathered at the back of the car, not daring to move forward. Guan Qingyan whispered, "Mr. Wu, why don't we leave the car?"
I know Guan Qingyan is not deliberately trying to sabotage, but no one needs an explanation.
I raised my voice and said, "Although it's dangerous to sit in the car, we can take care of everyone. We have nearly 20 people now. If we encounter ghosts on the mountain road, we will definitely run away. No one can guarantee that those who run away will not become dead and come back to find us."
Guan Qingyan couldn't help but shudder: "Then...then can you tell who is dead?"
I shook my head helplessly and said, "This is hard to explain. I really can't tell the difference now."
I don't know what method the other party used to block my ghost eyes, but from Xiaoyuan's words just now, I can infer that the female ghost turned people into dead people who were not dead.
In the eyes of sorcerers, the dead are the separated souls, the bodies are buried in the ground, and the souls go to hell.
If a person insists that he is not dead, then his soul will hide in his body and continue to live like a normal person with his corpse until he is truly sure that he is dead.
This time may be a few hours, a few days, or even a few years.
Because after the death of a person's body, all functions of the body will disappear, the most obvious of which is the appearance of corpse spots, or even body decay. These phenomena will appear sooner or later, and when the soul knows that it is dead, it will leave the body, and then the person will be truly dead.
My ghost eyes can see ghosts and corpse qi, but I can't distinguish the soul that has not left the body. However, I am not sure whether the female ghost has such ability.
These things are the secrets of the art of magic. Even if I tell Guan Qingyan, she won't understand and may not believe them. Instead of explaining them to her, it is better not to waste time.
Guan Qingyan obviously couldn't accept my attitude, but she didn't say much. Soon after the carriage fell silent again, I heard the sound of suona coming from the mountain road. When I looked in the direction of the sound, I saw a group of people wearing bright red and green clothes with mourning belts around their waists on the mountain road.
An old lady in the lead tiptoed and scattered paper money on the ground as she walked: "The host is holding a wedding and I'm giving you some money. Please help me, gods and spirits!"
Looking from the car, although I couldn't see the scene behind the team, I could see someone in the team holding two paper-made boys and girls. The person holding the boys and girls deliberately moved the poles below up and down, making it look like two little people, one red and one green, were stepping on the air, jumping back and forth above the team.
Guan Qingyan subconsciously grabbed my hand: "What is that?"
"Someone is arranging a ghost marriage. Don't look over there!" I gently pushed Guan Qingyan's hand away and reached out to hold the dagger on my leg: "Ye Jin, open it slowly, don't look at the wedding procession."
Ye Jin slowed down the car and slowly moved towards the oncoming team. When the front of the car was about two or three meters away from the team, the team suddenly stopped blocking the road, and Ye Jin had to step on the brakes and wait in the middle of the mountain road.
At this time, the person at the head of the team played the suona with all his might, and someone came up from behind carrying a large bunch of firecrackers.
One person held the firecracker in the air with a bamboo pole, and another grabbed the fuse and prepared to light it. The old lady in the lead waved her hand, telling them not to light the firecrackers yet, and ran to the front of the team, bowed her body and shouted: "Great Immortal, our host is having a happy event today, please help us, and we will pay tribute to express our gratitude later!"
The old lady should be a matchmaker who specializes in ghost affairs. This kind of people may not have real skills, but they are definitely good at speaking and can make people die with just one mouth. If there are ghosts blocking the road, it must be the matchmaker who goes up to mediate. If the mediator is satisfied, everyone will go their separate ways. If not, firecrackers will be set off to scare the ghosts away.
The matchmaker probably mistook us for ghosts. It was no wonder that a car without windows came down the mountain in the middle of the night. It looked like a ghost car that had been damaged in an accident.
I shouted to Ye Jin, "Honk the horn three times, pull the car to the right, and park close to the side of the road. Let them pass first, and everyone should stop looking outside."
Ye Jin parked the car at the side of the mountain road as I asked. We were going down the mountain now. There was a mountain wall on the left side of the winding mountain road and a cliff on the right side. Ye Jin parked the car right at the edge of the cliff.
When the old lady saw the car pull over, she quickly bowed to us and said, "Thank you, Immortal, for your kindness. Let's go quickly so that you can go back earlier."
After the old lady finished shouting, she walked towards the bus, scattering paper money along the way. (To be continued)