Elsewhere.
Lu Ming felt as though he had been reborn. His mind was a complete blank, until memories like ink slowly seeped into his consciousness.
He had transmigrated again.
Perhaps because his mental strength had been enhanced, he adapted noticeably faster this time than before.
He opened his eyes.
The light was extremely dim, and his body was jolting slightly, as if he were on a bus… no, he was on a bus.
A faint stench of corpses permeated the air.
On the old, tattered cloth seats sat indistinct black silhouettes, stiff, cold, numb—nothing like normal living people.
The only source of light inside the bus was an LCD screen at the front that emitted an eerie red glow, displaying the red number “8.”
“This is… that ash-gray forbidden zone world?”
Lu Ming could not help feeling his scalp tingle.
According to the pattern he had discovered earlier, the instances that appeared in the Lord God Space should come from different horror films.
As for a terrifying scene on a bus…
Terror Bus?
Or Saw III?
Before figuring out his own situation, Lu Ming did not dare act rashly.
His eyes shifted slightly as he tried to observe the few “people” seated nearby.
There was a scrawny old man in a black cloth shirt. His chest did not rise or fall, and his limbs were thinner than hemp stalks, as if he had long since died.
There was also a young man wearing a baseball cap, leaning against the window as though asleep.
………………
The bus jolted forward and stopped several times.
Lu Ming watched the doors open, and watched the ghosts board one after another.
At one stop, the passenger that got on was even a pair of bloody footprints.
Those footprints appeared with wet slaps, like the sound of damp slippers stepping on the floor after someone had just finished bathing.
But there were only footprints; the ghost’s true body could not be seen. Its movements could only be judged from the bloody prints…
The instinct to survive made Lu Ming want to rush off the bus at all costs.
Fortunately, the rationality brought by his high mental stat allowed him to suppress that instinctive impulse—
The space outside the doors was filled with gloomy fog.
If he got off, he would die.
Such a premonition rose in his heart.
Of course, staying on the bus forever was not a wise choice either.
Something extremely terrifying was definitely going to happen on this bus. It was just that, for the moment, that terror had yet to erupt.
“I’ll wait for a good opportunity. At the very least, when it reaches a normal stop, I’ll get off.”
Lu Ming gritted his teeth and silently made up his mind.
An unknown amount of time passed.
The bus slowed down and gradually pulled over to the roadside.
Through the filthy window, Lu Ming saw that the environment outside had finally become bright.
There were also several young men and women dressed like students, chatting and laughing as they waited for the bus to stop at the station.
A new stop. This place seemed safe.
“It’s time to get off.”
Lu Ming’s calves tensed slightly as he prepared to rush toward the door.
With an ear-piercing creak, the old bus doors opened.
However, only the front door opened. The rear door remained tightly shut, as if the driver did not know there would be passengers getting off at this stop.
Lu Ming steeled his heart. He could not care about that much.
He had waited so long for this chance. If he missed it this time, he might really die here.
But just as he was about to rise, a figure appeared at the front door.
Unlike the stiff-bodied fierce ghosts from before.
This was a young man who looked like a high school student.
His skin was pale and cold, and an eerie aura exuded from his entire body.
Most terrifying of all, the skin on this young man’s forehead had split open, and a horrifying ghost eye was pushing out from the crack, restlessly swiveling around.
The instant he saw him—
Combined with the details he had observed earlier—
The ghost bus that only displayed numbers, the Chang’an Road bus stop in Dachang City, the supernatural place shrouded by a ghost domain, the fierce ghosts that would not kill unless their rules were triggered…
An extremely terrifying thought rose in Lu Ming’s heart.
This so-called abandoned life forbidden zone was not in the world of any horror film at all.
The evil world of the five turbidities; hell was already empty.
Fierce ghosts had revived, and the human world was like a prison.
The person who had boarded the bus and now stood before him was none other than Dachang City’s father-raiser, Ghost Eye Yang Jian!
“I transmigrated into the world of Terror Revival?”
“What kind of joke is this!”
After realizing this, even though Lu Ming’s mental stat was high and his mentality was calm, he could not quite remain seated at this moment.
The Lord God Space immediately popped up a panel.
【Congratulations, Challenger, on entering the ????? world. First-stage main mission: survive for seven days.】
【For every seven days survived, you may return to the Lord God Space and obtain ten stat points.】
“Damn it…”
The horror film worlds he had seen earlier in the Lord God Space had been filled with danger, but if one knew the plot in advance and allocated points reasonably, there was still a slim chance of survival.
But Lu Ming was currently in the world of Mysterious Revival.
It was no exaggeration to say that in a world like this, without a cheat and having already been dragged into a supernatural incident, the probability of surviving was lower than winning the lottery.
In Mysterious Revival, the so-called “ghosts” were not spiritual bodies, nor some kind of fluctuating energy, much less existences found only in ancient myths that stood opposed to “immortals”…
If one had to define ghosts, only three sentences were most suitable.
Ghosts cannot be killed!
Only ghosts can fight ghosts!
Discern the ghost’s rules!
Lu Ming thought to himself, “If I’ve already been dragged into a supernatural incident, then even if I’m lucky enough to survive this time, the probability of encountering a supernatural incident next time will increase greatly.”
“According to the second of the three great laws, only ghosts can fight ghosts… If I want to contend against ghosts, my only option is to become a ghost controller.”
After completely sorting out his current situation, Lu Ming instead grew even more despairing.
A ghost controller—putting aside how difficult it was for an ordinary person to walk this path—
Even if he luckily became a ghost controller, every time he used the power of the fierce ghost inside him, it would aggravate the degree of the ghost’s revival.
In the end, the cage forged from flesh and blood would no longer be able to imprison the evil ghost within his body.
His consciousness would perish from supernatural invasion, and he would die in the truest sense. This was the fate of every ghost controller.
“Forget it. There’s no point thinking about so much.”
“What matters is getting through the danger right in front of me.”
Lu Ming took a deep breath, steadied himself, and turned his gaze toward the high school student who had just boarded the bus.
Yang Jian.
This was the person who would one day end the supernatural era.
He was also Lu Ming’s only hope at the moment.
“It’s still very necessary to build a good relationship with Brother Leg.”
“After all, although Brother Leg’s emotions will grow colder and more numb by the day, during supernatural incidents, if you don’t cry or make a fuss and obey instructions, Brother Leg will save you if he can.”
“Most importantly, this guy has never treated the people around him badly.”