"The vehicle is starting. Please hold onto the handrails. The next stop is the mass grave. Passengers getting off, please prepare in advance."

"Respecting the elderly and caring for the young is a fine tradition in the ghost realm. Please give up your seat to the elderly, the weak, the sick, the disabled, pregnant women, and those caring for infants."

"Passengers are requested to pay the fare upon boarding. No change will be given for paper money used for extortion."

"..."

Bi Xie, no, the entire ghost, was still in a daze.

The bus beeped.

The synthesized mechanical voice sounded again.

"Passengers, we have arrived at the mass grave. Please take your belongings and prepare to disembark. Please be careful when opening the doors."

"Welcome aboard bus number 444! Goodbye!"

One by one, the ghosts disembarked from the car. Bi Xie was bumped and only then did she realize that she was already dead...

Bi Xie had been dreaming about ghosts since he was a child.

It is said that one of her ancestors was a powerful exorcist who had many vengeful ghosts. Although so many years have passed, modern people believe more in science and do not believe in ghosts and gods.

However, Bi Xie was prone to illness since childhood, and would often have a fever. His grandfather asked someone to invite a shaman to come and see him. The shaman performed rituals and chanted incantations, and finally got rid of Bi Xie's evil illness.

Bi Xie, meaning to ward off evil.

Her name comes from this.

From the time he learned to read, Bixie had to memorize not the Three Hundred Tang Poems, but Om Mani Padme Hum.

Every day when she goes to school, she not only has to carry a schoolbag, but also a peach wood sword with her.

Bi Xie's strange behavior meant that she had few friends before going to university. Even though some boys wrote her love letters because she was pretty, none of them came to fruition.

Strangely enough, any boy who gets close to Bi Xie will inexplicably get a fever and fall ill, just like she did when she was a child, her whole body burning hot, as if she were about to die.

But after I cut off contact with her, she would inexplicably reconnect after a few days.

During his rebellious phase, Bi Xie felt extremely disgusted with having to carry a "big sword" everywhere he went, so he secretly threw away the peach wood sword.

Strangely, she developed a fever that very night, leaving her family at a loss and in a panic. They even invited a monk from a temple to her bedside to chant sutras.

The noise was so loud that it made her dizzy and her head throbbed with pain.

So many strange and bizarre things happened to Bi Xie that he had no choice but to believe that there really were unclean things in the world.

Perhaps... it's right beside her.

But she never saw a ghost.

Now, not only am I sharing a bus with a whole bunch of ghosts, but I've also become a wandering ghost myself.

Calling it a mass burial ground wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds, and the air smelled of decaying flesh. As far as the eye could see, countless mounds of earth stood forlornly, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

A gust of wind blew, swirling up the withered branches and leaves on the ground, and the group of ghosts shivered from the cold.

Bi Xie stood in the cold wind, listening to the howling of ghosts and wolves. His face changed from shock to bewilderment, and then to a look of utter utter disbelief.

Ghosts whose bodies were not found after death and who could not be buried are all wandering spirits.

Like those ghosts who commit suicide, they cannot be reincarnated.

Having realized their predicament, the ghosts began a new round of wailing and howling.

A ghost was wailing pitifully when it raised its hand and touched a handful of bloody tears. Startled, it jumped up, crying, "Why are my tears red? Am I going to die? I want to go home! I want to go home..."

Bi Xie glanced at the female ghost, then silently lowered his gaze, touched his hands, then his face, and finally turned to look at his heels.