I never expected that this old lady would help me.

While I was still in a daze, the two officers exchanged a glance, took the travel permit, and examined it carefully.

The officer's knife was still pressed against my neck, showing no sign of loosening his grip.

Fortunately, they quickly verified the road permit before taking the knife away from my neck.

After confirming the travel permit in the hands of the deceased in the complete carriage, the two officials got out of the carriage, waved to the soldiers guarding the city gate, and signaled them to let them pass.

The hearse started up again and slowly moved forward.

Several times I wanted to ask the old lady next to me why she helped me, but I didn't know how to ask.

Ghosts are unpredictable and capricious. It's better if you don't talk to them, because you might get dragged into their clutches the moment you open your mouth.

They may not really want to harm you or lie to you, but they will still mix a few lies into every ten sentences they speak.

This is what is called a string of lies.

You can only believe half of it.

Seeing this, I didn't say thank you, but instead nodded awkwardly to express my gratitude.

Soon, the hearse arrived at the road to the underworld.

Thick fog blanketed the area, reducing visibility to extremely low levels.

The hearse moved slowly through the thick fog. Outside the window, large swathes of blood-red spider lilies swayed in the wind, their fragrance mingling with the stench of decay.

I saw many wandering souls by the roadside, some weeping, some sighing.

Some of the deceased tried to approach the hearse, but were repelled by an invisible force and could only watch longingly from outside the vehicle.

Suddenly, the hearse accelerated without warning, showing no sign of stopping, and sped forward.

Something's not right!

The driver didn't seem to intend to stop on Huangquan Road.

My heart tightened, and I hurriedly spat out the crow's eye as Yuan Ying had instructed.

As the crow's eye spat out its breath, the yin energy inside the carriage instantly became chaotic, and the hearse began to shake violently.

The driver suddenly turned around and glared at me: "You...you're not a ghost! You shouldn't have gotten on this bus! This bus doesn't take the living!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the hearse door clicked open.

Just as Yuan Ying had said, once I revealed my identity, the hearse wouldn't take me away.

But to my surprise, just as I got up to get off the bus, a withered hand suddenly grabbed my arm.

It was the old lady sitting next to me.

Her hands were very strong, like a pair of pliers clamping me tightly, and no matter how hard I tried to break free, I couldn't shake off her grip.

"Get me out of the car!"

The old lady stared straight at me.

"Grandma, you're already dead and going to be reincarnated. I can't take you off the bus!" I explained patiently.

The old lady still didn't let go of my hand; her nails were almost digging into my skin.

"I've helped you, now... take me off the bus!"

Damn it!

I knew she wasn't genuinely trying to help me; she just wanted me to take her off the bus on my way to the underworld.

She wants to return to the human world.

If you don't want to be reincarnated, why are you queuing up at the dilapidated temple to get on the bus? To experience the process of reincarnation?

Perhaps seeing that I hadn't gotten out of the car for a long time, the driver became more impatient than before, his voice fluctuating in pitch and tone, sometimes male and sometimes female.

"Get off the bus now, or you're not getting off at all."

After saying that, the car door slammed shut again, and the car continued to move forward at an even faster speed than before.

No, do ghosts always do things like this?

You didn't even give anyone time to answer your question before closing the door and driving off?

As the car started moving again, I became extremely anxious.

Yingniang had instructed that we must get off at the Yellow Springs Road, otherwise the soul-summoning banner would be useless.

Seeing that she wouldn't let go, I gritted my teeth, bit my tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto her face.

"ah!"

The old woman covered her face and let out a piercing scream.

The wrinkled skin on her face was instantly corroded by the blood from the tip of her tongue, sizzling and emitting wisps of blue smoke, her features distorted beyond recognition.

Taking advantage of the moment when the old lady loosened her grip in pain, I rushed towards the car door.

The hearse continued to travel on the road, its body bobbing up and down.

I gripped the doorknob tightly with both hands and tried my best to pry it open.

But the doorknob was as if it had been welded in place, and it wouldn't budge.

No matter how hard I try, I can't open this damn door.

Perhaps because I made too much noise, the wandering ghosts who were sitting quietly in their seats in the carriage slowly raised their heads to look at me.

The driver of the hearse slowly turned his head back at an eerie angle, his neck twisted beyond recognition.

"You cannot get off the train before it arrives at the station."

I didn't care about any of that.

There was only one thought in my mind—

That means you have to get off the bus.

At that moment, I didn't care about anything else and kicked the car door hard.

The vehicle began to shake violently, and the overhead lights flickered on and off, as if they might go out at any moment.

Upon seeing this, the wandering ghosts all stood up and surrounded me.

"You may not get off the vehicle..."

"Grab him! He's alive! Grab him!"

I kicked the car door while constantly dodging their outstretched hands.

Just as a ghost's claw was about to grab my face, I spotted the car window and, with my last bit of strength, lunged to the side.

He grabbed the edge of the car window with both hands, pushed hard, and quickly squeezed his body out.

The moment I stepped out of the car window, a ghost's fingernail grazed my back.

A sharp pain shot through me, but I didn't care and used the momentum to jump off the car.

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