Yang Jian waited at this empty intersection for about ten minutes.
Very soon.
From the direction of the city center, a bus suddenly appeared and slowly drove towards here, as if there was a stop here and the bus needed to stop.
"It's here, the ghost bus." Yang Jian's eyes moved slightly, and he strode towards the bus door before it even stopped.
The situation is urgent now; he doesn't want to waste time.
Very soon.
The ghost bus stopped in the middle of the intersection, and both the front and rear doors of the bus opened.
Without hesitation, Yang Jian immediately boarded the bus.
He glanced around.
Nearly half of the seats on the ghost bus were already filled. Some were ordinary people drawn in, some were ghost riders resisting the resurgence of malicious spirits, and some were... actual ghosts.
"You have twenty seconds to get off the bus now, or you will remain on this bus forever," Yang Jian warned coldly.
