I sat in the bus, looking at the bus in front of me, and I was full of surprise. I could never have imagined that such a means of transportation was actually controlled by the gatekeeper of the underworld. So, is the driver also a subordinate of the gatekeeper of the underworld?
I was filled with surprise and walked to the front of the car. Then I sat in the passenger seat, looked at the driver and said, "I haven't asked for your name yet."
"You are just my passenger. You don't need to know other things." The driver replied coldly.
I looked at the driver next to me with a cautious look in my eyes, because I felt that this driver was not ordinary. He might not be alive!
His body seemed to be stuck in the cab, but his arms were very flexible. His face was covered with a mask and sunglasses. It was hard to see his face clearly. But next to him, I smelled a faint scent.
This was the smell of a rotting corpse, coming from the driver. This proved that the driver in front of him was probably already dead!
Thinking of this, I felt a chill on my back. The driver in front of me was definitely not a human, but he obeyed the gatekeeper of the underworld. This meant that he probably knew something.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly said, "Old driver, I want to ask you something."
"No comment." The driver refused coldly. He drove faster and faster. The scenery around the bus also changed.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be dead already, right?" I said to the driver in front of me.
When these words came out, the students around were all stunned. Especially the girls , they were startled, looking at the driver in fear, and asked in a terrified voice: "You said he is dead?"
"Yes, not only is he dead, but judging by the smell, he should have been dead for about a year," I said slowly, observing the driver's reaction.
After I finished speaking, the driver finally made a move. He turned his head, looked at me, and said hoarsely: "You are so smart. I died last year."
As soon as he finished speaking, many people screamed, they shrank back in fear, and some even tried to escape by jumping out of the window.
However, at this moment they found that the windows could not be opened no matter what, and even the car doors were the same.
"Don't waste your time. The bus won't stop until we reach the destination." When the driver said this, his head turned 180 degrees on his neck at a weird angle. His head was turned directly to the back of his neck, and the scene was extremely terrifying.
Many people screamed in fear, but I was not afraid. Instead, I shouted, "Turn your head around or you'll get into a car accident."
"No. I don't need eyes at all to see what's ahead." The driver turned his head and looked at me.
"I don't believe you," I said hastily.
"In that case, take off my glasses." The driver looked at me and said.
I nodded and took off his glasses, and when I took them off, I was immediately shocked.
The driver actually had no eyes, and his eye sockets were two sunken ones, which made people's scalp tingle at the sight of them.
I quickly put his glasses back on and said, "Don't look at it. It's too scary."
"Do you believe it now? You can't escape no matter what." The driver said slowly.
I looked out the window and said in surprise, "This doesn't seem to be the city anymore."
"Yes, I will take you to a hotel. There are evil spirits like me everywhere in there, so you have to be careful." The driver said slowly.
Looking at the driver in front of me, I didn't feel any fear because I felt that he had no intention of hurting us. Thinking of this, I suddenly said, "If I kill you, will this bus stop?"
“Of course, only if you can kill me.” The driver looked at me and said.
"Why can't I kill you?" I asked the driver.
"You humans don't have the power to fight against us ghosts." The driver's words shocked me.
"I don't believe it. Are the methods of exorcising evil spirits in the past, such as black dog blood and talisman paper, useless?" I asked the driver.
Unexpectedly, the driver shook his head and said slowly: "It's useless. All the methods you can think of are useless."
"I don't believe it." I shouted hastily.
"Haven't you tried it? You should know the result." The driver looked at me and said.
I didn't say anything, my heart was filled with shock, because just as he said, we had all tried the methods he mentioned.
We once covered the entire classroom with black dog blood and realgar, but it didn't have any effect except making the classroom full of strange smells. The gatekeepers of the underworld still appeared again and again, killing us one by one.
This made me instinctively wonder, because in the past, I never thought that ghosts would not be afraid of these things. After all, these are things that have been passed down for thousands of years, but they are very powerless in front of ghosts.
"Why is this so? You are not afraid of talismans, magical instruments, or realgar." I looked at him in disbelief and asked.
"Because that's how it is." The driver's words completely stunned me.
Thinking of this, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I took out a sharp knife from my schoolbag and stabbed the driver directly. The sharp knife in my hand pierced his head, but he turned his head and said calmly: "You dare to attack me, don't you know the consequences?"
"Your duty is to send us away. Killing us is not your duty, so you don't dare to do it." I said directly. Then I stabbed him in the head with the sharp knife in my hand.
"You are very smart, so just continue. I won't do anything." After saying this, the driver continued driving without paying any attention to the scars on his body.
So I hacked at him madly, and the other classmates, seeing that the driver didn't attack me, came to help me one by one.
In a short period of time, the driver suffered unimaginable trauma. However, what we despair about is that even so, his body will heal quickly and return to its original state.
"Impossible, are ghosts really immortal?" I said in horror, my eyes full of surprise.
“I may not be immortal, but you can’t kill me by yourself,” said the driver.
His words drove me crazy again, and this time I tried my best to hurt him. I even set his whole body on fire, but he still talked and laughed with me.
After a long while, the flames on his body went out. Only then did he say, "Don't struggle. You don't have any means at all."
I looked at the driver in front of me, feeling helpless. I had tried my best, but I didn't hurt him at all. This was really hard for me to imagine.
Are ghosts really invincible? Are they truly unbeatable?