Mysterious Resurgence: Starting with the Strange Bus

Chapter 8 The Situation Deteriorates
More than ten minutes have passed since I got off the bus. The bus stops for a different amount of time each time, but it's never too long.

Li Hui predicted that by the time he got near the haunted bus, it wouldn't be long before the bus returned to normal.

Many supernatural beings surrounded him, but Li Hui knocked them all away. He charged ahead recklessly, ignoring the scarecrow and the vengeful ghosts who tried to stop him.

Unlike ordinary ghost tamers.

With the help of a phone tattoo, Li Hui achieved the ability to control a bus with three levels of supernatural power without any cost, and he didn't have to worry about the ghosts resurrecting due to overuse of supernatural abilities.

Because the supernatural power of the three-story bus resides within the frame of the tattoo on his hand, rather than directly within Li Hui himself, he can use this supernatural power without restraint.

"Clap!"

suddenly.

During the journey, a cold hand suddenly passed over the group of golden scarecrows and grabbed Li Hui's shoulder. Then, a terrifying force came and tried to drag Li Hui away.

Li Hui looked in the direction the hand was coming from and found that the owner of the hand was the vengeful ghost whose body was so swollen from being soaked in water that its gender was indistinguishable.

As Li Hui looked over, the swollen, pale hand gripping his shoulder began to leak water.

The water was murky and had a foul stench, like having a highly rotten rat carcass placed in front of you in June.

"Some kind of supernatural curse?"

Li Hui could feel that as the sewage seeped out, the palm became increasingly cold, as if the murky sewage carried some kind of eerie, supernatural curse.

But with the supernatural barrier of the bus, neither the curse of the vengeful ghost nor the supernatural attack had any effect on Li Hui at this moment. He kicked the vengeful ghost hard in the chest.

bang~
Click!

A dull thud accompanied the sound of bones breaking. The chest of the vengeful ghost that attacked Li Hui caved in instantly. The ghost was kicked backward and flew out of the way, lying motionless on the spot, unable to move.

Li Hui didn't stop. After knocking away some scarecrows that were already very close to him, he continued to retreat towards the location of the supernatural bus.

As Li Hui passed the Weeping Grave Ghost, he paused for a moment, pondered for two seconds, and then bent down to pick up the white cloth covering the ghost's face.

Without the face covering, the appearance of the weeping ghost was completely exposed to Li Hui's eyes.

Underneath the veil, there were no facial features. The face of the weeping ghost was an empty hole, as if someone had forcibly dug out the facial bones, leaving only a dark, bottomless hole that exuded a strange terror.

Li Hui couldn't see what was inside the hole in the face; he only saw darkness. His vision was distorted and swallowed up when it came into contact with that inky darkness, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Li Hui didn't care and didn't dwell on the weeping ghost. He got up and left.

The moment he left, the weeping ghost lying on the ground reacted.

Blood began to ooze from the dark hole in the face, a terrifying scene, as if Li Hui's removal of the face covering had disrupted some kind of balance within the weeping ghost.

Not only that.

The wailing ghost gradually regained its mobility, stiffly rising from the ground. With this movement, even more blood flowed from the dark hole in its face.

"Ok?"

Li Hui immediately noticed the commotion coming from the wailing ghost behind him, realizing that the other party had broken free from the effects of his slap.

"How could it be so fast? It shouldn't be like this. Even though my slap was only equivalent to being hit by a three-story supernatural bus, I shouldn't have recovered so quickly."

But soon, Li Hui realized something and glanced at the face covering he was holding.

"Could it be that the ghost face or the face-covering cloth was actually used to suppress the wailing grave ghost? After I took it away, the wailing grave ghost's terror didn't decrease but increased?"

But then Li Hui thought about it again and realized something was wrong.

The ghost face is undoubtedly a piece of the weeping ghost puzzle. Taking the weeping face away should reduce the horror of the weeping ghost.

Unless... the problem lies with the face covering!

However, there was no point in worrying about these things now. Li Hui focused some of his attention on the wailing ghost, guarding against its attack, since he was still holding the ghost face in his hand.

The fact that the person was able to break free from the supernatural influence of the bus in such a short time is enough to show that the other party is not as simple as portrayed in the original work.

However, the weeping ghost had no intention of attacking him, nor did it seem to intend to take back the ghost face. After standing up, it walked straight into the depths of the rice field. All the scarecrows along the way seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, their bodies stiffly moving to both sides.

Under Li Hui's watchful eye, the wailing ghost hadn't gone far when a small path suddenly appeared in front of it. The wailing ghost quickly disappeared from Li Hui's sight along this winding path, leaving no trace.

"Have you left?"

Li Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was also a little curious. So far, the Crying Grave Ghost was the only one among the many vengeful ghosts around who hadn't targeted him and had simply turned around and left.

And... the way the wailing ghost left was like a thunderclap, exploding in Li Hui's mind, and a series of questions sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

He was certain that the path the weeping ghost had taken led to another haunted place, so theoretically, shouldn't he be able to do the same?
After all, Li Hui controlled the supernatural power of the bus, so logically he should be able to break through the barrier between reality and the supernatural world, thus freely traveling between them.

However, the reality is quite different.

Li Hui felt no barrier between reality and the supernatural realm; since he couldn't feel it, there was no way to break it.

"Could it be because I don't have enough supernatural power to control?" Li Hui quickly recalled the original plot in his mind.

During the national war, Yang Jian controlled half of the supernatural power of the bus. He could not only easily suppress evil spirits, but also travel between the real world and the supernatural world. He was practically a human bus.

While pondering, Li Hui walked to the ghost bus. Behind him and on the ground around him lay countless golden scarecrows.

Just then, the black scarecrow finally approached Li Hui, and its hands, made of black straw, reached out to grab him. The straws on the hands were intricately intertwined, resembling the lines on a palm.

Just as Li Hui was preparing to retaliate, a new turn of events occurred.

The scene before him suddenly changed, turning pitch black, so dark that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. Directly in front of him, a figure hidden in the darkness appeared.

The figure was blurry, surrounded by darkness, as if it were the source of all darkness. Li Hui recognized it at a glance; it was the strange boy.

Because among all the vengeful ghosts, only that boy was so short.

.........

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P.S.: By the way, does anyone know what's going on with Qidian? Since last night, all my book reviews, whether comments or replies, have been automatically deleted by the system. What's going on?
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