Chapter 160: Rampage Dump Truck

Similar to Cao Yang's situation, the blood-red wedding sedan that Lin Ye and Zhao Tong were in was almost isolated from everything outside, even their perceptions.

Outside, the danger on the forked road was no longer approaching. The corpse of the woman in the raincoat and the corpse of the woman in the wedding dress exchanged positions. With another shrill and piercing suona sound, the two teams set off on their separate ways.

The pitch-black coffin was lifted up, and the blood-red sedan chair was carried on the shoulders. The two female corpses each led the two teams to one of the forked roads. At the far end of this fork was the yellow paper bridge.

At the fork in the road, the two dim beams of light penetrated through and shone directly on the two female corpses at the head. An unknown supernatural confrontation seemed to have occurred, and the entire team stopped and stood stiffly in place.

"Half an hour has passed. If anything was going to happen, it should be over by now. At the very least, it should be winding down."

The three people in the sedan chair and the coffin seemed to be in sync. They all planned to do something to confirm the situation outside, because no matter whether it was a sedan chair or a coffin, there were unknown dangers inside, and they could not hide here forever.

"Shasha~"

The door curtain of the wedding sedan was opened a little, and through the gap, a pair of dead and numb eyes were peeking at the world. It was Lin Ye.

"Click~!"

The dark and moldy solid wood coffin lid was also opened a narrow gap, and Cao Yang was also peeking at the situation outside.

"No movement?"

"It seems to be out of danger."

The two of them said this silently in their hearts at the same time. Due to their perspective, they did not see the paper bridge in the opposite direction.

At the same time, a bus with an old and mottled appearance and peeling paint, which should have been scrapped long ago, was now strangely driving on the road.

The carriage was filled with a dead silence, and every passenger looked lifeless, like a cold corpse. However, there were not many passengers in the carriage. There were more than 30 seats, but only about a dozen were occupied, less than half of them.

There is a black electronic screen next to the driver's seat at the front door of the bus. The screen is not powered but the light is still on. The red light combines into a line of words that float by: the current number of passengers: 6.

In the carriage, a young man who had been covering himself with a coat suddenly stood up. The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old and looked very young, but he gave people a sharpness that was not in line with his age and seemed extremely unruly.

His name is Zhou Deng, and he is a person in charge of the domestic ghost-control headquarters.

"What are you doing? Is this still China?"

Zhou Deng looked out the window: it was dark, and there were many forked roads. Looking ahead, the road the bus was traveling on was also one of the forked roads, but these forked roads seemed to lead to the same direction.

"That is…"

Suddenly, Zhou Deng's eyes froze, as if he had discovered something terrifying.

"A ghost stopped the car?"

A trace of uneasiness appeared on his face, but it was quickly replaced by a crazy look. There was no doubt that he was a madman. The more dangerous the environment, the more exciting he felt.

However, at this moment, the bus, which was originally running normally, suddenly braked, and all the passengers on the bus began to shake. Some passengers who were obviously ghost riders began to look terrified, as they had never encountered such a situation before. Some people stared at the front window of the bus anxiously, but found that a group of people suddenly appeared on the road not far ahead.

No, they were not people at all. How could there be living people in such a mysterious place? Not to mention that these "people" were wearing mourning clothes and red robes. The coffin and sedan chair in the crowd could not be good things either. There was no doubt that they were ghosts.

"Ghost, are you stopping the car?!"

The man suddenly realized something in his mind. He had heard of ghosts blocking the bus before boarding the bus, but he didn't expect to encounter it himself.

Zhou Deng scanned the entire carriage expressionlessly, and his sight finally fell on a seat on the right row. There seemed to be something there, which looked like a hideous human face. However, the passenger on that seat was not a ghost rider, but a real ghost!
"All the good things are mine, hehe."

Looking at the group of ghosts in front of him, Zhou Deng felt vaguely excited.

"If a ghost stops the bus, there is a high probability that the bus will stall. When the ghost gets off the bus, I will get the treasure. It's wonderful just to think about it."

"Thank you for the gift of nature!"

Zhou Deng was immersed in his own beautiful fantasy at the moment, but the other people in the car were already extremely frightened. They were on high alert and ready to deal with unknown risks at any time.

At this time, the curtain on the wedding sedan had been half opened. Lin Ye and Zhao Tong carefully leaned out from the gap. Through their observations just now, they determined that the two teams seemed to be stuck in some kind of strange stagnation. Even Cao Yang walked out of the coffin.

"This beam of light..."

Cao Yang was confused, as he couldn't remember any road with such beams of light before, and judging from the traces of the two beams, they looked very much like car lights.

"Could it be...?"

He had a bad feeling in his heart. Cao Yang turned around suddenly and saw an old, scrapped bus speeding towards him, with no sign of slowing down.

"It's over! Get out of the way!"

Cao Yang felt like all the blood in his body was about to freeze. So far, there had never been an example of someone surviving after being hit by a ghost bus. Ghost riders of Yang Xiao's level had died instantly, and he didn't think he would be the exception.

The Blood River Ghost Den expanded instantly, but the two beams of light now separated the ghost den like two natural barriers. Cao Yang only took Zhao Tong to move, but Lin Ye was on the other side and the ghost den could not cover him. Cao Yang had no choice but to use another method.

Hearing the shout, Lin Ye turned around suddenly. Before he could even react, a huge monster like the Ghost Bus suddenly arrived. He was knocked several meters away and fell to the ground unconscious.

It wasn't just Lin Ye who was knocked away. The bus hit them directly, and the entire wedding and funeral procession, including the female ghost in black and the female ghost in wedding dress, along with the wedding sedan and a group of ghosts, were all knocked away without exception.

The scene was extremely tragic. The blood-red wedding sedan exploded directly, and the two most terrifying female ghosts fell to the ground motionless after being hit by the dump truck. The soul-guiding banners of the funeral procession and the blood-colored lanterns of the wedding procession were all broken into pieces, and nothing was intact.

As for the ghost bus that was the vehicle that caused the accident, it also came to a complete stop after sliding for several meters, and it seemed that its engine had stalled.

"Captain, this...?"

Zhao Tong was stunned. The accident happened too suddenly and there was almost no time to react. Could Lin Ye still survive?
(End of this chapter)