Chapter 97: Humans and Malevolent Entities Sharing a Ride
The people on the bus discussed things for an hour just like that.
Not until everyone felt tired did they finally quiet down. No one knew when the next change would come, so they had to seize the time to rest. Inside the bus, there was only the faint sound of breathing.
The only one who was somewhat pitiful was the driver, Lao Zhao.
He had to drive, so he had absolutely no time to rest.
Time gradually approached eleven o'clock at night. Some slept sweetly, while others closed their eyes, unable to sleep.
Suddenly, a creak!
The bus braked sharply, and everyone's bodies lurched forward.
Wu Xian stood up and, looking through the front windshield, saw that directly ahead of the bus was another similar bus. That vehicle was slanted across the road, blocking the bus's path.
For instance, the black-skirted woman in front had a flat chest just like Du E.
"Let me discuss something with everyone. The vehicle opposite cannot move. This mountain road is far from any village or shop; leaving them here means death."
One of the beautiful, flat-chested women wearing a black skirt sat down in front and to the left of Wu Xian. Sitting with her was the black-clad young girl Du E. Additionally, a handsome man with long hair and fashionable clothes boarded the bus, looked around, and chose to sit next to Wu Xian.
This was Sha Xiuwen's voice.
Under these circumstances, only those who wanted to die would remain stubborn.
Beside every original Fudi participant sat a new passenger, including a middle-aged man sitting on the floor next to the driver, Lao Zhao.
The visibility outside the window was poor; everyone could only vaguely see figures gathering around. Some timid people even hugged their heads, emotionally breaking down and crying out.
Wu Xian's mouth twitched, and his vigilance rose again.
Just when these people boarded the bus, he had already confirmed that they were ghosts.
The black-skirted woman in front and to the left of Wu Xian flicked her hair, bringing with her a wave of fragrance.
Another half hour passed, and the time reached eleven-thirty at night.
Suddenly, Lao Zhao's expression changed drastically, his face turning as black as pig liver.
A moment later, Huo Gai's questioning voice also came to an abrupt halt.
And the man sitting with Wu Xian was just as handsome as Wu Xian.
However, Wu Xian did not blame Lao Zhao. One cannot be so hypocritical; since everyone was unwilling to go out and face the danger with Lao Zhao earlier, one shouldn't blame Lao Zhao for bringing the danger back into the bus.
Lao Zhao said to everyone at the front of the bus.
When the long-haired man spoke, his finger touched his nose, and then his nose, along with a large piece of flesh, fell off, revealing an empty nasal cavity.
He had heard everything everyone said earlier; he wasn't a fool. How could he get off the bus alone in this situation?
But the people outside kept knocking on the bus door, the sound growing louder and louder, making everyone inside the bus panic.
Wu Xian sighed lightly.
After they boarded the bus, they scanned the area and then chose seats one by one to sit down.
Then he turned around and held up a finger to Wu Xian.
……
Suddenly, a scream rang out inside the bus.
"Master, our vehicle has broken down. Can you come down and help us take a look?"
Lao Zhao turned back and asked, "Then are you willing to go down with me to take a look?"
Then Lao Zhao returned to the bus safely.
Wu Xian sized up this man and secretly gripped the safety hammer.
The interior of the bus fell into an eerie stalemate.
The driver, Lao Zhao, stiffened.
And although Lao Zhao was scolded severely, everyone still listened to his words.
Soon, everyone adjusted their seats, including the couple Huo Gai and Sha Xiuwen, who had been hugging each other; they were forced to separate and sit in front and back seats, holding hands through the gap between the seats and the window.
This was exactly a mountain cliff, and there was no way to bypass this bus.
Just at this moment.
The bus set off again, the scenery outside receded, and the other bus disappeared from sight.
Thump, thump.
At this time, an older woman wearing floral clothes urged, "We've finally met people; you should just go out and take a look. Perhaps they are also ordinary people like us who were dragged into the Fudi. It's easier to get things done with more people..."
The bus suddenly became noisy again.
He, too, was a dead person!
Wu Xian's expression stiffened.
It wasn't that no one dared to accompany Lao Zhao; in this situation, everyone could only look out for themselves first.
However, he was not surprised by what was happening before his eyes.
But judging by the cold sweat all over his head and his unsteady footsteps, this negotiation could not be considered easy.
Lao Zhao had no other choice; his body trembled like a sieve as he walked out of the bus door.
For a moment, there was a sense of panic similar to weightlessness. No matter how many times he saw it, he still couldn't fully adapt to this kind of scene.
Lao Zhao's expression was as ugly as a shoe sole.
Among these people were elderly, couples, workers, and students; they looked just like a group of ordinary people, no different from the original twenty-two people on the bus.
There were headlights in front, and he could see very clearly that someone outside had been driven to desperation by the coldness inside the bus; someone even held a pistol, demanding Lao Zhao get off the bus, threatening to shoot if he didn't.
When her beautiful hair was lifted, Wu Xian was shocked to see a mass of blood and gore. The back of her head was broken open, and through this hole, one could directly see bone fragments and a damaged brain!
"Shh, keep it a secret; we can't embarrass the lady."
What was even more terrifying to think about was that certain features of these people corresponded to the people sitting next to them!
Huo Gai, behind her, asked anxiously what had happened, but Sha Xiuwen only sobbed into her hands, not revealing any useful information, which made Huo Gai even more restless and uneasy.
This black-skirted woman was already dead!
The handsome man next to Wu Xian was very thoughtful, helping the black-skirted woman tidy her hair, covering the brain exposed to the air.
Screams rang out one after another inside the carriage, and Wei Dian laughed non-stop, the atmosphere oppressive and strange.
Lao Zhao swallowed his saliva.
The floral-clothed older woman was accusing Lao Zhao of looking for trouble and bringing danger onto the bus, and she received agreement from many others.
Therefore, this was by no means a coincidence, but rather these people had done it deliberately. All twenty-two of them were malevolent entities and ghosts; they had all been targeted by a malevolent entity!
"So, please adjust your seats and clear the aisle seats. We will only give them a ride for a stretch and let them off when we reach a place with people ahead."
"Ah!"
The Lotus Juanren need not be mentioned; they all knew the dangers of the Fudi. In this situation, for a few people to get off the bus was to court death. Moreover, the ordinary people were already terrified, making it even more impossible for them to follow Lao Zhao off the bus.
For this half hour, the passengers of the other bus were very well-behaved; they just sat as usual, appearing to have nothing strange about them.
"Then, I won't go down either."
The older woman shut her mouth.
The driver's side door was knocked upon.
Everyone inside the bus looked nervously at the situation outside, but they could only see Lao Zhao negotiating with those people, unable to hear what he was saying.
A moment later, the people outside pushed the bus that was blocking the road away together, revealing the lane.
The seat adjustments were completed, and the group of people from the bus outside walked in one after another.
The others were also silent.
The number of people who boarded the bus first was exactly twenty-two!
Midnight.
The bus.
Humans and ghosts traveling together!
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