The ghost child's face was clearly visible through the car window, his eyes filled with resentment.

Although Yan Ning felt a bit apprehensive, he felt a greater sense of mission.

She knew that if the resentment of this evil child wasn't resolved, it would harm countless more people.

Yan Ning acted decisively, smashing the carriage window with the hilt of his peach wood sword and reaching out to grab the ghost child's leg.

The little devil was clearly not expected Yan Ning to act so decisively. He was a beat too slow to react and was about to escape when Yan Ning grabbed him and pulled him into the car.

Yan Ning quickly took out five talismans and swiftly stuck them on the ghost child.

The ghost child was unable to move, and the other children who were attacking also suddenly stopped.

But Yan Ning knew that this was only temporary; resentment was not something that could be easily eliminated with just a few talismans.

She asked coldly, "Who are you? Why are you using this haunted school bus to harm people?"

The ghost child couldn't move his body, but he could talk. He sneered, his face full of resentment:

"Who do you care who I am? You nosy old lady, you think these few talismans can eliminate me? You're too naive."

Yan Ning smiled and said calmly, "I just did a divination. Ten years ago, this school bus was in an accident. A child sitting by the window was thrown out and died on the spot, but the other children were unharmed. That child must be you."

The ghost child's expression was somewhat unnatural; he pursed his lips, his voice trembling with emotion:

"So what if it's me? Why am I the only one who died in the whole truck? Why am I so unlucky!"

"I want others to die with me!"

Yan Ning sighed and said softly, "Child, you resent fate and other children, but have you ever thought that if you hadn't been sitting by the window, perhaps this wouldn't have happened?"

"Fate is fair; it gives you life and the opportunity to choose."

“You chose resentment and revenge, but that won’t bring you back to life. Instead, it will plunge you into deeper suffering.”

The little devil's face turned pale. He glared at Yan Ning, his eyes filled with resentment.

"What do you know? You haven't experienced my pain! It's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering; you're utterly hypocritical!"

Yan Ning smiled slightly. She gently took the ghost child's hand in hers. Although the hand was cold, she could feel a slight tremor.

“I understand your pain. I have also lost loved ones, and I still remember that pain. But I chose to face it and chose to use love to resolve hatred.”

"Because I know that only in this way can I truly be liberated."

A hint of confusion flashed in the ghost child's eyes: "True liberation? What is that? I've never heard of it."

Yan Ning lowered his head, took out a projection talisman, and stuck it on the car window. A small image was immediately projected onto the car window.

The picture shows a young couple standing in front of a small tombstone, their eyes filled with tears as they weep and express their longing.

The ghost child's eyes widened instantly, and he couldn't help but shout out:

"Mom and Dad!"

In the video, a young couple burns all the paper money. The man comforts the woman beside him, saying:

"Don't cry, Mom. Xiao Bao is definitely free now, maybe he's been reincarnated. We can't keep dwelling on the past, we have to look forward."

The ghost child lowered his eyes, seemingly contemplating whether he should let go of his hatred and start a new life.

Yan Ning pondered for a moment, then said softly, "You resent this world, but the world will not change because of you. Only by letting go of hatred can you truly find liberation."

“Your family and your friends don’t want you to be like this. You are just a child and should have your own future, instead of being trapped in this ghost school bus and never being able to get out.”

The ghost child fell silent, his gaze gradually softening.

Yan Ning continued, "Are you willing to give me a chance? Let me help you untangle this knot and let you return to where you belong."

The little devil hesitated for a moment, a tear glistening in his eye, and he whispered:

"Do I... still have a chance?"

"Of course, I came to this school bus to help you alleviate your pain."

Yan Ning nodded. She gently removed the talisman from the ghost child's body, then took out a small copper coin from her pocket and placed it in the ghost child's palm.

“This is my talisman. Take it and I will take you to a safe place.”

The little ghost clutched the copper coin tightly, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Thank you, big sister."

Yan Ning nodded, took out an antique-looking bell from her bag, and began to shake it rhythmically.

The bells rang out with a clear and melodious sound, and a gentle light emanated from them, like the warm sun of spring, enveloping the entire carriage.

The empty eyes of the other children began to change.

A hint of confusion gradually appeared in their blank stares, before clearing up again.

Their bodies gradually became transparent under the light.

In the end, it turned into a dozen or so small paper figures.

Only the living little girl who had just boarded the bus stood quietly next to the paper figure.

The ghost child gripped the copper coin tightly, closed his eyes, and let the light envelop him.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and his body gradually became ethereal, eventually transforming into a soft beam of light that drifted away into the distance, where he was sent to his next life.

Yan Ning sighed softly. She knew that the poor little devil had finally been freed.

Yan Ning walked to the little girl's side, gently patted her head, and the little girl looked at her with wide eyes, asking softly:

"Big sister, where are the other children? They said they wanted to play with me, but where are they?"

Yan Ning replied gently, "The other children have gone home, so you should go home too."

After saying that, she took the little girl's hand and they got off the school bus together.

The ghost school bus shuddered slightly the moment their feet touched the ground.

Then it vanished into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

The night remained deep.

Yan Ning led the little girl along the quiet street, and she quickly found the little girl's address.

It was an ordinary house.

Yan Ning gently knocked on the door. After a short while, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman peeked out. When she saw the little girl, her expression was one of great surprise.

"Xiao Bao, why are you out alone in the middle of the night? Who is this lady?"

The little girl held Yan Ning's hand tightly and whispered, "Mommy, I saw a group of children by the window, and I heard them calling me to come out and play, so I opened the door and went out."

"I got on a school bus with one broken headlight, and lots of kids played with me."

"But then everyone suddenly disappeared, and then this older sister took me home."

The middle-aged woman trembled with fear upon hearing about the school bus with a broken headlight; her eyes held a hint of terror.

"My God, you actually got on the haunted school bus! Do you know how terrifying that is?!"