Chapter 96: Inescapable

Wu Xian shook his head slightly.

He thought of his past failed romance.

“Sigh, why do scumbags like this always find partners easier? I just cooked her a meal by hand, and she broke up with me.”

“Sigh, women… wait, what was her name again? Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

The last person to introduce themselves was Liang Fang.

“This is my third Blessed Land. I have no real talent—I’ve never performed well in a Blessed Land, just struggled desperately to survive…”

As she spoke, she suddenly laughed.

The Juanren consisted of Wu Xian, Liang Fang, Du E, Hu Yun, Wei Dian, Qing Jie, and Xu Fenglan—seven people total.

But no one believed him.

“But today I did something good—I discovered the Blessed Land’s location was behind the travel agency, so I cleared away tonight’s tourists. If I can save these people’s lives, even losing my job is worth it.”

Most of them were truly ordinary people: housewives, fitness coaches, retired old men, college students on break, newly retired aunts—their fear and unease were written plainly on their faces.

One was a guy sitting behind Wu Xian; he wiped the blood off his face and introduced himself as Guan Daorong, a boxing coach, claiming the blood came from sparring.

Boom!

As the wheels began to turn, the bus lurched violently. The tour guide Liang Fang, standing at the front, suddenly turned pale, her lips trembling.

Driver Lao Zhao received a text from his boss reminding him the time was up and to speed up; the streetlights ahead of the bus lit up, as if urging them to depart.

Suddenly, over a dozen more people appeared inside the bus!

Only the bus’s lights moved; most inside had accepted the situation.

The bus, which had just been relatively empty, suddenly became chaotic—noises and smells filled the air.

Liang Fang felt deeply annoyed; she’d finally felt a sense of accomplishment, and now this guy came to deny it—she found him utterly detestable.

Everyone had finished introducing themselves.

After Liang Fang had driven these tourists away from the travel agency, they’d gone about their usual routines—none had imagined they’d suddenly end up on this bus.

So she gave a brief summary.

Hu Yun introduced the Blessed Land to everyone.

Another was a large, earnest man named Su Mi, wearing athletic shorts and a tank top, his muscles so abundant Wu Xian envied him—he was a fitness coach, and even if he weren’t a Juanren , he was highly reliable.

She hadn’t saved anyone; instead, she’d thrown these people into the Blessed Land unprepared!

Wu Xian quietly counted: twelve new tourists had appeared, meaning twenty-two people were now on the bus—far more than in his first Blessed Land.

In the silent night.

Another was a stout, fierce-looking bald chef holding a large ladle; this man was Qi Peiyeh, head chef at Qipé Restaurant. Just his bulging muscles showed his strength was exceptional.

He said nearly the same as Qi Zhiyong, but he didn’t hide the secret of the statue and the Sui incense—this alone proved he was a decent man.

…

In a Blessed Land, cooks are vital. In the first Blessed Land, Shi Ji helped everyone greatly just by cooking intestines—if they’d kept eating cold rice, everyone’s condition would’ve declined.

Wei Dian laughed out loud.

“Nobody move! Everyone, be silent!”

This guy was definitely a violent one!

Only three people deserved Wu Xian’s special attention.

These people were clearly the tourists she’d driven away earlier!

“ Juanren are locked in the moment they enter the range. I suspect that once you enter, even if you exit before the deadline, you’ll still be pulled here.”

The scene was chaotic—people screamed in panic, some even tried to stop the driver from driving.

Wu Xian leaned back, squinting in thought.

During Hu Yun’s explanation, occasional interruptions occurred, but he shouted them down. His stutters grew fewer, his expression more confident—he’d taken control; everyone would stay calm for now.

The cabin erupted like a marketplace. Fifteen newcomers, all suddenly struck by misfortune, couldn’t possibly calm down instantly. They needed to talk to others to ease their fear and confusion, so Hu Yun didn’t stop them.

The ordinary people were Lao Zhao, Huo Gai, and Sha Xiwen.

Lao Zhao had no other option—he started the bus, and it moved along its scheduled route.

The hooded man’s sneer twisted into panic; one hand covered his face, the other frantically wiped blood, scrubbing so hard his skin seemed ready to peel off—Wu Xian even heard faint sobs in his breathing.

Wei Dian shook his head: “So kind of you—but aren’t you underestimating the Blessed Land?”

There was no choice: one moment you were elsewhere, the next you were on the bus—this alone proved much.

“It seems what you can bring into a Blessed Land has nothing to do with your personal ability, but with how many times you’ve entered and how you entered.”

Yet many of his words were vaguer than Qi Zhiyong’s—likely due to his nervousness.

Liang Fang snapped at Wei Dian: “What are you laughing at?”

“This Blessed Land is happening on this bus. This is my territory—I believe I can help everyone.”

Hu Yun stood up and suddenly roared, silencing everyone.

For a moment, some cried, some cursed, others tried to fight.

After everyone understood the situation.

Liang Fang gripped the seat to steady herself: “I—I drove them away!”

Liang Fang’s kindness had failed, but it revealed much to him.

“It seems that at the moment the Blessed Land’s information formed, ordinary participants within range were already locked in—even if you drove them away, they’d still be pulled into the Blessed Land.”

Men and women, young and old—some in pajamas, some holding shiny ladles, some cursing, others rushing to pull up their pants. Even behind Wu Xian, a man in a raincoat and hood was sneering as he wiped blood from his face.

“Also, look closely—the ordinary people caught up in this carry more than just phones. Besides weapons, they have many useful items—even large iron ladles…”

The time was 8:15 PM.

“Puhahaha…”

The new ordinary arrivals also introduced themselves.

At the very moment the bus started.

After silencing the crowd.

During the process of everyone introducing themselves.

“How long will you keep causing chaos? Until we all die without a grave? It’s too late now—our only hope is to calm down and survive together.”

Wu Xian didn’t join in.

He silently observed everyone, committing every detail to memory.

(End of Chapter)