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I felt a tightness in my neck.
I quietly glanced back.
In the seat behind me sat a woman wrapped in a floral headscarf, or perhaps a ghostly figure, maybe even a corpse. The Ghostly Energy emanating from her was heavy and eerie, making me feel uncomfortable!
I took a deep breath; fortunately, I had been through quite a bit before, so I wasn't too scared. I quickly looked around the rest of the minibus, just in case there were more spirits aboard. That would be a real disaster.
My hand slipped into my backpack and grasped the Peach Wood Sword, then I surveyed the other passengers. They all seemed quite normal, dressed in simple homespun clothes—clearly villagers from nearby.
I sighed in relief and turned back to look again.
The woman behind me was completely wrapped in floral fabric, her head bowed, making it impossible to see her face.
What terrible luck I had!
Just as I was thinking this, the driver suddenly shouted, and the vehicle screeched to a halt.
My head slammed against the seat in front of me.
The entire minibus erupted in curses from the passengers.
The driver was also yelling, "What’s with these people who can’t watch where they’re going! Where are they? They didn’t get hit, did they?" He stopped the bus and jumped out to check in front.
Before long, he returned, but this time he was silent and drove forward with urgency.
I stared at the driver, feeling that something was off. He had been furious when he got out; why was he so quiet now?
I instinctively glanced out the window. Behind the minibus, someone was running towards it, waving their hand as they ran. The person wasn't wearing a hat and was only in shorts, but their figure looked increasingly familiar.
I furrowed my brow, thinking to myself, could something bad be happening again? That person in shorts looks so much like... like the driver.
The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that this person was indeed the driver! If that person was the driver, then who was driving the vehicle now?
I stood up, just about to speak when suddenly, the driver jumped out of the driver's side window. The minibus roared and plunged off a stone bridge with a splash, crashing into the river below.
This was in Xiangyang, Hubei, likely near Danjiangkou. To be honest, any river around here is deep enough.
Damn it, how could this happen? That guy pretending to be the driver must be insane!
As I cursed inwardly, I pulled out my Swiss Army knife from my bag and struck it against the nearby glass. The glass shattered, and with my bag on my back, I climbed out.
Fortunately, I was a good swimmer.
The people inside the vehicle were shouting and desperately trying to escape as well.
But I couldn't worry about them; escaping was my priority.
I swam out through the window and headed towards the water's surface when suddenly, I felt someone gripping my leg tightly. Their hold was firm.
"Glub, glub..."
I swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of water.
I panicked. Who would do something so cruel?
I held my breath and dove down.
Beneath the water's surface, it was dark and unclear, but I could feel someone clinging to my leg.
Anyone familiar with swimming knows that when trying to rescue someone underwater, the most crucial thing is to support the drowning person from behind, preventing them from grabbing onto you.
I kicked my legs twice, but I couldn't shake off that person.
I started to feel a bit lightheaded and panicked. Once I was submerged, I reached out and grabbed the person at the bottom.
They were still tightly holding onto my leg.
I was on the verge of suffocating. Without thinking much, I quickly took off my shoes and then removed my trousers underwater.
That person continued to cling to my pants.
I swam towards the surface to catch a breath. I wanted to swim to the shore, but then I realized that if I just swam away, the person below would likely drown.
With determination, I plunged back into the water, holding onto my trousers as I swam towards the shore.
When I reached the edge, I pulled my trousers up.
Beneath them was a person who had lost consciousness but instinctively continued to grip my pants tightly.
I managed to haul them up onto the shore.
It was quite dark at that moment, surrounded by cries for help, while others were organizing those who could swim to rescue people.
I couldn't be bothered to think too much about it. I pulled the person up onto the shore and took a look, stunned for a moment. It was the woman who had been sitting behind me, the one with the ghostly aura.
Before, I couldn't be sure if she was human or a ghost, but now it seemed clear she was just a frail woman.
She had already fainted.
I placed her on my lap and began to expel the water from her lungs. Then, I pressed my hands against her chest, preparing to perform artificial respiration.
"Get away!"
A chilling voice echoed around me.
I jumped in surprise and quickly looked up, only to see a shadow in front of me, angrily shouting at me.
Damn it, it was a ghost!
I grabbed my Peach Wood Sword from my backpack. To be honest, I wasn't afraid of it at all. I had encountered ghosts far more powerful than this one—tenfold, a hundredfold—and had fought them off. Why would I fear this one?
"Get lost, or I'll send your soul flying," I warned.
The ghost seemed a bit surprised and stepped closer to me. "You can see me?"
"I can not only see you, but I can also kill you!" I retorted, swinging the Peach Wood Sword in my hand.
"You can't touch her; she's my woman! You can't touch Ting!" the ghost exclaimed.
I frowned slightly and quickly understood why Ting had such a ghostly aura surrounding her.
I said, "If you die, then so be it. If you keep clinging to her like this, even if she doesn't drown today, you'll end up harming her. Now get lost! I need to save her; if I don't, you'll never see her again."
The ghost stood there, a bit afraid of me. Perhaps he had regained some sanity and realized that Ting was in danger, so he fell silent.
I pressed on Ting's chest, performing compressions for several dozen times. Soon enough, she woke up, coughed out a mouthful of water, and seemed to be fine.
She sat up, the floral cloth that had covered her head falling away. She looked at me and said, "Thank you."
To my surprise, she spoke in Mandarin, albeit not perfectly.
I replied, "It's nothing. By the way, there's a ghost bothering you... never mind, I shouldn't meddle too much. I need to leave now." I stood up and grabbed my bag to go.
Ting got up and grabbed my arm. "Brother, please... don't leave me behind. Can you take me home? I... I will repay you, really."
I thought for a moment and asked, "How far is your home from here?"
Ting pointed towards the mountains. "Just over the mountain. It's quite far by car, but if we walk through the trails in the mountains, it should only take about thirty minutes."
I agreed.
It was late at night, and since I was unfamiliar with this place and had no way to hide, it would be better to seek refuge at Ting's home. The male ghost beside her was just an ordinary spirit; with one strike of my sword, I could easily deal with him, so I wasn't afraid.
Ting and I walked up the slope. By this time, most of the people from the river had climbed up as well, cursing the driver while making their way home in the dark.
I felt it was dangerous to stay here; it would be troublesome if Zhao Jian and his crew caught up with us.
After walking for a while and crossing a densely forested ravine, we finally came upon a village.
Ting was trembling uncontrollably, clutching my arm tightly the entire way. To be honest, she had quite a generous chest, but I really wasn't thinking about that at all; all I could think about was escaping.
In my eyes, humans were far more terrifying than ghosts.
Honestly, I realized that spirits and other such dirty entities really lacked combat power. Ordinary ghosts could only slightly affect a person's mental state, while vengeful spirits with resentment had a bit more strength, but they were still no match for me.
The key advantage of ghostly beings was their ability to become invisible; ordinary people couldn't see them. However, their invisibility was ineffective against me, so they weren't that frightening after all.
As for ghost corpses, those were indeed formidable. Ordinary Taoist priests or monks were no match for them. However, since I had obtained the Corpse-Subduing Bell from a Taoist priest, I wasn't afraid of those things anymore. More importantly, I wasn't even afraid of Corpse Poison.
Although I didn't practice any Daoist arts or Buddhist teachings, for various reasons, I felt that my combat ability against these ghostly entities was still quite decent.
But when it came to facing humans, I definitely fell short. I was just an ordinary college student—nothing special—and when confronted with people like Professor Zhao Jian, I truly felt outmatched.
As I pondered all this chaotically, it wasn't long before Ting and I entered the village together.
The village looked quite dilapidated; hidden deep in the mountains and with inconvenient transportation, it was normal for it to be poor.
Ting approached a large gate and knocked on it with a loud thump.
The gate opened, revealing a hunched middle-aged man who stepped out. Upon seeing Ting, he anxiously asked, "Ting, why are you back again? Didn't I tell you to go to Wudang Mountain to find the Real Person?"
"Dad!" Ting hugged the middle-aged man tightly. "He wouldn't let me leave! Peng Jian wouldn't let me go! I got on the minibus, and he even drove the bus into the river! Dad."
"What a bastard!" the middle-aged man cursed before looking up at me.
I simply greeted him with a polite "Hello, Uncle."
Ting fell into the river, and I was the one who saved her.
Ting's father expressed his gratitude to me, and then we entered their home.
Ting's home was quite shabby, but there was a motorcycle parked under a shed. I saw the motorcycle and asked, "Uncle, could you take me to the nearby town or county tomorrow morning?"
"Sure, no problem," Ting's father kept thanking me.
Hearing that, I felt relieved and casually asked, "Uncle, what happened with Ting? Who is Peng Jian? Is he the driver?"
Ting shook her head. "No, brother, Peng Jian is... is a ghost! Anyway, I got haunted by his spirit. I was originally trying to escape on a minibus to Wudang Mountain in Shiyan to find a powerful Taoist priest, but on the way, that Peng Jian made the minibus crash into the river."
After hearing this, I frowned. This didn't add up. The ghost Ting mentioned should be the male ghost that appeared when I performed CPR on her. That male ghost was just an ordinary spirit; he definitely didn't have the power to drive a car.
The fake driver who crashed the minibus into the river was not an ordinary ghost!
I asked, "Oh, Ting, can you tell me more about what happened?"
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