Chapter 149: A Living Person Boards a Ghost Bus

Chapter 149: A Living Man Boards the Ghost Carriage

The Ox-Head and Horse-Face guardians, seeing Wu Hong rushing fiercely toward them, hurriedly flipped through the booklets that had mysteriously appeared in their hands.

"Brother, who is this kid? Why is there no record of him in the booklet? He radiates a boundless, murderous aura; he shouldn't be a nobody!"

The two strange entities exchanged a quick remark before their bodies were sent flying, crashing to the ground by the impact.

"Damn this reckless brat! How dare he treat us with such insolence?"

Just as Ox-Head and Horse-Face were preparing to teach Wu Hong a lesson, a deafening crash echoed. Wu Hong slammed directly into the carriage, whose door had just been closed.

Wu Hong felt as though his infallible physical body had collided with an immense, unshakable divine mountain. The violent, all-consuming pain only fueled his madness, causing him to completely disregard the two entities knocked over on the ground.

With a sudden bound, Wu Hong sprang to his feet, his face contorted with rage. Staring at the fragile-looking carriage before him, he suddenly threw a punch straight at the carriage window. With a thunderous boom, the carriage did not tremble in the slightest; instead, Wu Hong's entire body shook violently, a heavy chest oppression indicating he had sustained minor injuries.

Wu Hong's fist was instantly dripping with blood, the bones in his fingers snapping and shattering into several pieces from the ferocious impact.

Staring at his bloodied fist, Wu Hong felt an even greater surge of fury, deeply humiliated. He lunged forward again, slamming his shoulder against the carriage.

A succession of loud thuds echoed continuously. Every single time, the seemingly fragile carriage rebounded Wu Hong's body far away.

Yet Wu Hong refused to be discouraged; the moment he got back on his feet, he launched himself into another frantic assault against the carriage.

The passengers inside the vehicle, witnessing such madness from the man outside, turned pale one by one, their expressions ashen and grotesque.

"Brother, what am I seeing? Has this kid lost his mind? He's actually attacking the Ghostly Underworld's supreme treasure, the Ghost Carriage! And his physical body isn't even shattered..."

After countless collisions, the carriage remained completely motionless. Wu Hong grew frantic, the energy surging through his entire body boiling over. His mortal enemy had escaped into this fragile-looking carriage, yet he was utterly powerless to do anything. How could he not be enraged? Pitch-black demonic energy billowed all around him.

Suddenly, black light flared brilliantly. Unconsciously, Wu Hong activated the Thousand-Handed Tathagata Dharma Form. However, at this moment, the Dharma Form bore not even a trace of sacredness; it looked precisely like a Buddha born of hell, incomparably evil.

Each of the vertical eyes embedded in the palms of those thousand hands represented a facet of human negativity, enough to drive anyone mad at a mere glance.

King Yama of the Horse, seated inside the carriage, stared out through the window at Wu Hong outside with a look of sheer terror, lost in inscrutable thoughts.

"Ah! What kind of creature is this kid? Why is he so freakishly bizarre?" The Ox-Head and Horse-Face monsters exchanged glances, both seeing the deep shock reflected in each other's eyes, yet they were entirely powerless to stop Wu Hong.

This was because the energy emitted by the hundred-color ghost banner and the black ghost banner in their hands had no effect on Wu Hong whatsoever.

Having rammed the carriage countless times until he felt as though every bone in his body was about to shatter, Wu Hong finally calmed his racing heart, panting heavily.

"Hey, friend, I ask you, who are you?" the Horse-Face entity suddenly asked aloud.

Having regained his composure, Wu Hong suddenly noticed the strange entity next to him, and the fact that it was actually speaking to him helped the turmoil within his heart gradually subside.

"My enemy is inside that carriage. Can you let me up there?" Wu Hong was forced to lower his posture. For the sake of avenging Huang Ling, he had plunged into the demonic path, slaughtering nearly everyone in Yunluo City overnight, regardless of whether they were good or bad.

In truth, what Wu Hong did not know was that the carriage before him was none other than a supreme treasure of the Ghostly Underworld specifically designed to gather the souls of the dead: the Ghost Carriage.

Yet, by some unknown reason, Wu Hong was able to perceive this extraordinary carriage—a feat impossible not just for ordinary mortals, but even for the formidable masters of the Origin Realm.

It seemed as though Wu Hong possessed such an innate ability naturally, a perception that grew all the stronger as his martial cultivation advanced.

"Brother Ox, this fiend can see us and is even capable of physically striking the Ghost Carriage. Clearly, he is no longer among the living. It's just that we don't know what cultivation technique he practiced in life to make his soul so dense, almost taking physical form?

Although our booklets contain no record of this man, our Ghostly Underworld is perpetually lacking in powerful experts! Why don't we trick him onto the carriage first and figure it out later?"

"Brother Horse, is this a good idea? If he is a mortal from the secular world, we would be breaking a taboo! It could trigger a shift in the heavens and earth!"

The two monsters communicated through an extremely specialized method, one that left Wu Hong feeling only that the two were merely pondering some matters for a moment.

Yet, anxious as he was, Wu Hong dared not offend the two monsters before him. Having suffered amnesia, he knew very little of past events and was entirely ignorant of the ghostly and divine affairs of heaven and earth.

He was completely incapable of making a clear judgment regarding tonight's bizarre occurrences. In reality, King Yama had already perished, and the one who had boarded the carriage was merely the vicious soul of King Yama.

"This..." The Ox-Head entity's words instantly plunged the Horse-Face entity into deep thought.

Seeing that the two remained silent all this time, Wu Hong assumed they were shielding his enemy, and fury flared anew within his heart.

With a flash, Wu Hong vanished from his spot and reappeared directly before Ox-Head and Horse-Face. He had completely lost his patience.

With two swift kicks, he knocked Ox-Head and Horse-Face flat to the ground, placing a foot atop each of them as he demanded, "Are you two going to let me on the carriage or not?"

"Mister, you can't do this! We are emissaries of hell; acting like this will bring karmic retribution upon you!"

"To hell with karmic retribution! Hurry up and hand over the carriage door key!" Completely ignoring the crucial warnings in the two monsters' words, Wu Hong reached out and demanded the key directly from them.

"Alright, alright! Mister, please let us up. The carriage door has a passcode; only we can open it," Ox-Head pleaded, looking up at Wu Hong.

Half-believing and half-doubtful, Wu Hong removed his feet from the two monsters. In his heart, he felt that the strength of these two monsters was far too weak—not even matching an ordinary Houtian Great Completion master, their power capped at best at the Bone-Tempering realm.

What Wu Hong failed to realize, however, was that once a person died and entered a state of soul, all their might dissipated into thin air. The strength of a person's soul was such that they couldn't even defeat a sparrow, let alone a master of the Bone-Tempering realm.

Yet Wu Hong was a unique exception. Not only had his strength surged greatly, but due to certain reasons, he could both see ghosts and physically touch them.

This forced Ox-Head and Horse-Face, who usually held lofty postures in the presence of spirits, to utterly submit to Wu Hong.

Having no other choice, the two jointly raised their black and white banners, and the door of the Ghost Carriage swung open without wind, stirring up a chilling gust.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Hong mounted the steps of the carriage. With heavy, echoing footsteps, he darted inside within a few strides.

With a loud clatter, the rear door automatically slammed shut. A jolt of panic struck Wu Hong's heart as he attempted to circulate the true qi within his body, only to be horrified to discover that while his true qi remained abundant, he could not utilize a single shred of it—his power had been instantly sealed by an overwhelmingly powerful and unknown energy.

Wu Hong's expression changed drastically. He discovered that not only was his true qi immobilized, but his physical body had also instantly lost all mobility.

King Yama stood less than two meters away from him, staring at him with terror in his eyes, yet Wu Hong was unable to move so much as a muscle.

It was only at this moment that Wu Hong, whose mind had been clouded by burning hatred, finally regained complete calm, but it was already too late.

"Brother, won't we invite disaster upon ourselves by doing this? Once any soul or person boards this Ghost Carriage, they can never descend again, you know," the Horse-Face entity said in a drifting, slightly trembling voice.

"Look at that murderous fiend; who knows which demonic overlord he is? How could we possibly afford to provoke him? The situation forced our hand! He insisted on boarding..."

Standing at the front of the carriage, the two monsters exchanged terrified glances, resolving to banish the incident from their memories and never utter a single word of it again, fearing it would bring down an annihilating calamity upon them.

These two monsters were none other than the universally renowned ghost attendants of the mortal realm, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, yet they had never expected to harvest souls under such bizarre circumstances.

Furthermore, this supreme treasure of the Underworld, the Ghost Carriage, did not deploy casually under normal conditions. It was only dispatched when countless humans perished in the mortal realm or when it needed to transport human demonic overlords and souls laden with exceptionally heavy murderous intent.

The vast majority of the souls aboard this particular carriage were ordinary citizens of Yunluo City slaughtered by Wu Hong, alongside assassins from the Earth Fiend organization and various martial artists who had journeyed to Yunluo City drawn by its fame.

Cluelessly reduced to bloody pulp by the giant palm Wu Hong brought down from the skies, these individuals remained blissfully unaware that they had already perished even as they boarded the Ghost Carriage.