Chapter 95: The Eighth Room

The bell rang.

The room fell into a long silence.

The black-haired girl removed her headphones; the heavily made-up woman burst into tears, the slightly overweight man in a suit broke into sweat, and the man who always smirked secretly let out a laugh.

Wu Xian touched his phone, but only felt a folded square of paper—this meant they had entered the Fudi.

At the same time, Wu Xian felt an unusual force within his body, one he could activate at will, turning his soft flesh into an unbreakable body of steel and iron.

He opened his Fudi Permit, and a line of text appeared on the first page.

He answered the phone in front of everyone; somehow, the speakerphone turned on automatically, and the voice on the line was heard by all.

The man in the black jacket stood up, spread his arms, and smiled at everyone: “I’m Wei Dian, here to play in the Fudi. I’m naturally cheerful and have a low threshold for laughter—don’t mind me, pretend I’m not here. Pfft, hahaha…”

The old woman holding the Three Officials Sect’s prayer beads calmly took over.

The other side hung up.

As they spoke, the lights inside the Fengxian Travel Agency went out.

“But boss… I feel something’s off.”

Wu Xian frowned slightly.

Wu Xian cautiously scanned his surroundings, alert for anything that might suddenly appear.

He drew from his last Fudi experience: he no longer pretended to be weak, but he also didn’t intend to stand out too much. His second claim wasn’t even a lie—he really was participating in a group Fudi for the second time.

As they spoke.

The slightly overweight man in the suit took a deep breath and stood up, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.

The boss roared: “What’s off? This trip is crucial—if you don’t drive, you won’t have this job anymore!”

This thing’s good for breaking windows, but useless for hitting people—still, better than nothing.

“The eighth room? Where’s any room here?”

When Wu Xian realized the Fudi’s location was a travel agency, he understood that arriving early meant little—this agency was likely only the starting point, not the end.

The two walked into the darkness under everyone’s gaze.

The young couple, terrified, clung to each other and stammered their introductions: the man was Huo Gai, the woman, Sha Xiuren.

Beep-beep-beep…

“Barren mountains, lonely graves, a journey with no return, a fatal choice… The exit to the Fudi lies in the eighth room.”

“We’ve entered the Fudi—now we’re all tied to the same rope. Fortunately, there aren’t many newbies this time. Let’s each give a brief self-introduction.”

“Hey, you shouldn’t have come.”

The phone rang—the sound came from the driver.

Liang Fang looked at the couple and sighed helplessly.

The manic man in the black jacket crouched down curiously: “Hey, what did you all see?”

Wu Xian raised his hand and spoke succinctly: “Wu Xian. Second time. Don’t know much about Fudi yet. Hope we can help each other.”

After a period of silence.

The only light still on was this bus.

The young man shrieked: “That’s a ghost! There’s a ghost in the dark!”

But no one was overly startled—this was a Fudi. What else could lurk in the dark but malevolent spirits?

His aura is so different from Qi Zhiyong’s.

“Old Zhao, depart at 8:15 as usual. Anyone who wants to board is welcome.”

"Ah, so that's how it is!"

“I’m Hu Yunkuan, a newcomer to Xintiao. I’ve been in two Fudis before. Please trust me—I’ll do my best to get us all out safely.”

The new young couple and the bus driver also sensed the strange atmosphere, but they didn’t understand what had happened.

Back then she couldn’t even speak a full sentence—how had her demeanor changed so drastically? Which side was her disguise?

Perhaps both sides were.

The figures had only just vanished for a few seconds when two piercing screams echoed—they crawled back, completely losing composure, faces streaked with tears and snot.

How is this guy even more insane than him?

“My home’s nearby—we could’ve walked back even without streetlights. But we hadn’t gone far when we saw a man. No lights, yet we could see his face clearly. He just floated straight toward us, getting closer….”

“Tsk tsk tsk, today’s girls’ makeup skills are incredible. If I didn’t have a sharp memory, I’d have been fooled.”

Driver Zhao tried to turn off the speakerphone but couldn’t—his lips grew dry.

The black-haired girl stood up coolly: “I’m Du E. Second time too. Don’t let my youth fool you—I won’t hold you back, and I expect you not to drag me down.”

With no other choice, everyone boarded the bus. Wu Xian glanced around and sat in a middle seat near a safety hammer, quietly pocketing it.

“I’m Yu Xiaoqing—call me Sister Qing. There’s no need to panic. The Fudi is a celestial realm of the Three Officials Sect. If you sincerely devote yourselves to the Three Officials, the Three Great Emperors will protect us!”

The city’s lights gradually went out.

This greasy fat man is also from Xintiao?

The girl was unmistakably the shy college student Wu Xian had met before!

The bus interior was quiet and oppressive—everyone had their own thoughts.

The young couple were terrified, lips trembling. The man grabbed his girlfriend and tried to leave. No one stopped them—they all knew it was already too late to escape.

It was the heavily made-up woman’s turn to introduce herself. She bowed humbly to everyone: “I—I’m Xu Fenglan. This is my second Fudi. I’ll do my best to help. If you can get me out alive, I’ll do anything.”

Correct—the young man was Huo Gai.

The driver seated at the front spoke up: “I’m Zhao Shengguo. Call me Old Zhao.”

Ding ding, ding-ding-ding…

Wei Dian is definitely a problem—avoid provoking him for now, and find ways to stay vigilant.

Looking at her face, a sudden flash lit up Wu Xian’s mind.

One circle, another, until all visible light was gone—only Fengxian Travel Agency still glowed. Everyone felt crushed by the surrounding darkness, none knowing what lurked beyond.

“Hurry up and get on—the bus leaves in a few minutes.”

Driver Zhao’s face grew even more grim. He knew something was wrong, but he needed this job, so he sighed and climbed aboard.

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow.

Driver Old Zhao’s hands trembled slightly on the steering wheel. He suddenly realized—the agency boss had always called him “Driver Zhao.” Today, he called him “Old Zhao…”

The young woman stammered.

“Why get on the bus? Are you crazy? Let’s go—back home!”

His ex-girlfriend was Lu Yuzhu—he’d swindled her out of a lot of money, so Wu Xian had gotten her locked up in the Chenghuang Bureau. He’d recognized her the moment he walked in.

He hadn’t even been out of the Chenghuang Bureau for twenty days, and he’d already hooked up with a new girl.

(End of Chapter)