On the bus, the driver yawned, driving the vehicle.
Taking advantage of a red light, the driver picked up the water bottle beside him and took a sip.
Just then, directly in front of the driver, something flashed by.
It seemed to be a sedan chair?
The driver frowned.
He glanced at the windshield in front of the bus,
and said, "What the hell was that?"
The driver thought that it was because he had been driving for so long that the streetlights were blinding him and he was seeing things.
He was just an ordinary person who couldn't see any Yin energy, evil Qi, or such things.
But on the bus, those dressed in red and yellow robes were quite different.
When the eight little ghosts carrying the coffin got within a hundred meters of the bus,
Taoist Jing Xuan opened his eyes.
His divine sense swept across.
He watched as the little ghosts carried the coffin and the ghost bride got closer and closer to the bus.
Taoist Jing Xuan was utterly baffled.
Ah, this...
