After leaving the ghost lake, the supernatural bus came to the deep mountains. A strange mist shrouded the mountains, blocking people's sight of peeking out.

"Seven hours, this journey is quite long." The speed of the bus began to slow down. Wang Chaling looked at his watch. It took the Ghost Bus seven hours to get from Gui Lake to this stop.

As the ghost bus stopped, the fog around the vehicle dissipated. Wang Chaling also saw something clearly. There were several benches near the front door, and there was a pole with a piece of cloth hanging next to it.

There was writing on the cloth, but the cloth seemed a bit old, and Wang Chaling couldn't see the writing clearly.

"It's a supernatural place that I haven't seen before. If Jiang Lan is around, it can provide me with some useful information." Wang Chaling looked at the surrounding environment, and there was nothing that matched his memory.

He had no intention of getting out of the car. In such an inexplicable and strange place, rashly getting out of the car would easily attract the attention of evil spirits. Wang Chaling didn't want to add trouble to himself.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Huh~huh~huh...

Just as Wang Chaling was counting the third minute, a gasping sound suddenly came from outside the car, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

Ten seconds later.

A figure walked onto the bus from the front door. Wang Chaling looked towards it. He was wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat. His body was covered with heavy fog. His feet were a pair of straw sandals, almost completely covered with wet yellow mud, but he walked

It didn't leave any mark on the bus.

It was carrying a bamboo basket on its back, which seemed to be very heavy, forcing it to bend forward while still panting. Finally, it stopped in front of Wang Chaling.

Wang Chaling's eyes turned cold, and four dead souls came over and stood in front of him. They were sitting together with ghosts. They had to ask his family if they would agree.

Maybe the ghost bus was about to leave, or maybe the ghost noticed that Wang Chaling was not easy to mess with, so it chose to retreat and find another empty seat to sit down.

The number on the electronic display changes from 8 to 10.

"That one with the back bamboo pole is also a fierce ghost?" Wang Chaling was a little unsure. There were too many suspicious things about that evil ghost, and the one with the back bamboo pole was the most suspicious.

After this ghost got on the bus, no more ghosts got on the bus. The ghost bus continued to drive, passing through the thick fog and rolling mountains, and submerged into the thick darkness.

This section of the road was longer than before, with no stops for ten hours, and finally we came to a place that Wang Chaling was familiar with.

Storage warehouse.

A supernatural place left over from the era before the Republic of China, where Wang Chaling once took part of the puzzle of modifying the ghost, the one that originally controlled it.

The vendors outside still looked deserted, but this time there was an additional figure, thin and hunched, carrying two boxes of goods even though he was sitting.

Ghost salesman.
Chapter completed!