When Ning Su got on the bus, he glanced at the driver.
The person ringing the bell should be the driver, with a hand-shaken copper bell placed in the storage compartment next to the driver’s seat.
On the thick brass, a layer of greenish copper patina hinted at its age.
In this instance, the one truly in control of boarding and alighting was the driver.
The driver had a familiar head of wavy curls, a face that remained unseen from any angle in all the mirrors.
Ning Su averted his gaze, took the two children, and returned to the bed at the back.
He saw that the curly-haired Pang Yang had also lain down on the bed, covering himself with a thin, white blanket that smelled musty, stiffly propping up his body, looking like someone bidding farewell to the world.
Ning Su: “...”
He thought again from a normal person’s perspective; this indeed seemed quite reassuring.
Many corpses on the bus were lying down, not moving. Lying like this, facing away from the corpses, covering their faces with blankets, not only would they not see any terrifying scenes and get frightened, but it also wouldn’t attract the attention of the corpses, and their facial expressions wouldn’t be seen by the corpses.
There was still some cleverness in it.
The bus began to sway in the deep night, heading towards an unknown destination.
The last time they entered the game, there were still signposts on the road. Now, there were no indications on this road, and none of them knew where they were or where they were heading.
Ning Su and the two children had just taken a nap, and now they weren’t tired at all.
They lay on the bed, looking at the “people” inside the bus.
There were about thirty upper and lower bunk beds on this bus, and about two-thirds of them were filled with “people.”
The night was quiet, without even the sound of breathing.
Just when Ning Su was feeling a bit drowsy, an old “person” sat up from the bed. He silently sat for a while, then reached out to pull out a vegetable basket from under the bed.
Ning Su blinked.
The basket, soaked in chicken blood, was pulled out, with a dead rooster on top and vegetables stained black and red with chicken blood underneath.
The originally stiff body of the old “person” became even more rigid.
The person on the bed next to him, covered with a blanket, also became stiffer, and upon closer inspection, you could see a slight trembling.
Ning Su: “...”
It turned out the other had also seen it.
The atmosphere was quite tense.
As for where the most chicken blood was, it’s temporarily not visible due to the cover of the quilt. However, if one wanted to find it, there were clues to follow, especially since Pang Yang was so close to the old “man.”
The old “man” stood up and angrily stomped his foot.
This stomp was heavier than imagined, and many corpses on the bed sat up.
Ning Su also sat up, stiff-faced, eyes unfocused, sitting blankly on the bedside.
Gui Sheng tilted his head, covered his mouth, and also sat up.
Manman slowly sat down, holding a skull in her arms.
There was only one person still lying nearby.
The old “man” walked up to him, and many corpses focused their gaze on that person.
The trembling under the person’s quilt was very obvious.
The old “man” grabbed the quilt with his thin hands. There were no corpse spots on him, and the brown-black age spots were evident when he exerted force.
“Ah!—”
Another scream came from outside the bus.
The bus stopped again.
The old “man” withdrew his hand, folded his hands behind him, and took the lead in getting off the bus.
Other corpses also got off one after another.
Ning Su finally got off the bed last, and Pang Yang, sweating all over, came out from under the quilt.
The quilt itself had a musty smell, and he, covered in chicken blood, sweated inside, giving off a stimulating odor.
He hastily took off the clothes stained with chicken blood outside, tossed them out of the window, and then came down from the bed wearing a pink tank top.
He was scared stiff and couldn’t walk, so Ning Su could only support him to get off the bus.
This time, as usual, another player died.
They could basically discern the pattern: whenever a player died, the bus stopped for a while.
In less than ten minutes, another player died.
Many players felt heavy-hearted.
As soon as they entered the game, they were divided into different buses. People in other cars couldn’t figure out how the players died; they could only see a more miserable corpse added in less than ten minutes.
This not only weighed on their hearts but also induced a kind of anxious panic.
After looking at the corpses, Pang Yang became even more nervous. “Am I being targeted? I dare not go back.”
Zhao Kehan, upon hearing this, also sensed the danger. He said, “There are empty bunks in our bus. Do you want to come to our bus?”
This time he got off the bus with a player from their bus, and the female player nodded. “Yes, there are nine empty bunks in total.”
It sounded like a solution.
“Is it okay? Will it violate the rules? I see they all sleep on fixed beds.”
Zhao Kehan couldn’t provide a definite answer.
A cruel fact was that many dungeon rules and clues were discovered through the deaths of players.
No one wanted to be the player providing clues through death.
So, at the beginning of the dungeon, one must be especially careful.
After discussing, the three decided on a relatively safe approach.
Pang Yang wouldn’t change buses but would change beds; there were also empty bunks in their bus.
Pang Yang sighed. “I shouldn’t have impulsively entered the fourth-level dungeon.”
Ning Su asked him, “Why did you impulsively come in?”
Pang Yang: “I want to prove myself!”
Ning Su: “...”
Pang Yang said, “In the guild competition, each guild sends ten people to participate, forming four teams in advance, totaling over twenty people. Even if I’m not part of those twenty-something people, I could still accept it.”
Ning Su cooperatively continued, “If you can accept it, why challenge yourself like this?”
Pang Yang: “I’m not even one of the hundred people on the preliminary list! I don’t even have the chance to be in the same frame as the guild president!”
“Twenty is one thing, but why am I not part of the hundred people, and that new member Meng Jiang is on the list?!”
Ning Su: “...”
“It’s normal for you not to be on the list.”
Pang Yang: “?”
“They say the guild competition is at least a level four dungeon difficulty. The highest level I’ve completed is level three,” Pang Yang angrily said. “That night, I went to the game hall and chose this level four dungeon.”
Zhao Kehan: “That’s impulsive.”
Indeed, it’s normal not to be on the pre-selection list.
Pang Yang touched his curly hair, “Yeah, it was impulsive. I just really wanted to be in the same frame as the guild president.”
He said, “After talking with you guys for a while, I’m not as nervous or scared. Anyway, since I’m already here, I’ll overcome my timid and impulsive tendencies and work hard to clear it.”
Ning Su nodded.
They looked towards the gathering of “people.”
The player who died was hung on a tree again.
Every time a player died, they would do this—hang the player on a tree, wait until all the blood was drained, then take the player’s body on a bus and leave.
Fang Qi walked stiffly over to them and whispered, “I found out the cause of this player’s death.”
“In their bus, two corpses fought, and the player couldn’t avoid it. He got pinned down by one of the corpses, revealing himself.”
Pang Yang found it a bit hard to comprehend, “Corpses fight each other?”
When Ning Su got on the bus, he glanced at the driver.
The person ringing the bell should be the driver, with a hand-shaken copper bell placed in the storage compartment next to the driver’s seat.
On the thick brass, a layer of greenish copper patina hinted at its age.
In this instance, the one truly in control of boarding and alighting was the driver.
The driver had a familiar head of wavy curls, a face that remained unseen from any angle in all the mirrors.
Ning Su averted his gaze, took the two children, and returned to the bed at the back.
He saw that the curly-haired Pang Yang had also lain down on the bed, covering himself with a thin, white blanket that smelled musty, stiffly propping up his body, looking like someone bidding farewell to the world.
Ning Su: “...”
He thought again from a normal person’s perspective; this indeed seemed quite reassuring.
Many corpses on the bus were lying down, not moving. Lying like this, facing away from the corpses, covering their faces with blankets, not only would they not see any terrifying scenes and get frightened, but it also wouldn’t attract the attention of the corpses, and their facial expressions wouldn’t be seen by the corpses.
There was still some cleverness in it.
The bus began to sway in the deep night, heading towards an unknown destination.
The last time they entered the game, there were still signposts on the road. Now, there were no indications on this road, and none of them knew where they were or where they were heading.
Ning Su and the two children had just taken a nap, and now they weren’t tired at all.
They lay on the bed, looking at the “people” inside the bus.
There were about thirty upper and lower bunk beds on this bus, and about two-thirds of them were filled with “people.”
The night was quiet, without even the sound of breathing.
Just when Ning Su was feeling a bit drowsy, an old “person” sat up from the bed. He silently sat for a while, then reached out to pull out a vegetable basket from under the bed.
Ning Su blinked.
The basket, soaked in chicken blood, was pulled out, with a dead rooster on top and vegetables stained black and red with chicken blood underneath.
The originally stiff body of the old “person” became even more rigid.
The person on the bed next to him, covered with a blanket, also became stiffer, and upon closer inspection, you could see a slight trembling.
Ning Su: “...”
It turned out the other had also seen it.
The atmosphere was quite tense.
As for where the most chicken blood was, it’s temporarily not visible due to the cover of the quilt. However, if one wanted to find it, there were clues to follow, especially since Pang Yang was so close to the old “man.”
The old “man” stood up and angrily stomped his foot.
This stomp was heavier than imagined, and many corpses on the bed sat up.
Ning Su also sat up, stiff-faced, eyes unfocused, sitting blankly on the bedside.
Gui Sheng tilted his head, covered his mouth, and also sat up.
Manman slowly sat down, holding a skull in her arms.
There was only one person still lying nearby.
The old “man” walked up to him, and many corpses focused their gaze on that person.
The trembling under the person’s quilt was very obvious.
The old “man” grabbed the quilt with his thin hands. There were no corpse spots on him, and the brown-black age spots were evident when he exerted force.
“Ah!—”
Another scream came from outside the bus.
The bus stopped again.
The old “man” withdrew his hand, folded his hands behind him, and took the lead in getting off the bus.
Other corpses also got off one after another.
Ning Su finally got off the bed last, and Pang Yang, sweating all over, came out from under the quilt.
The quilt itself had a musty smell, and he, covered in chicken blood, sweated inside, giving off a stimulating odor.
He hastily took off the clothes stained with chicken blood outside, tossed them out of the window, and then came down from the bed wearing a pink tank top.
He was scared stiff and couldn’t walk, so Ning Su could only support him to get off the bus.
This time, as usual, another player died.
They could basically discern the pattern: whenever a player died, the bus stopped for a while.
In less than ten minutes, another player died.
Many players felt heavy-hearted.
As soon as they entered the game, they were divided into different buses. People in other cars couldn’t figure out how the players died; they could only see a more miserable corpse added in less than ten minutes.
This not only weighed on their hearts but also induced a kind of anxious panic.
After looking at the corpses, Pang Yang became even more nervous. “Am I being targeted? I dare not go back.”
Zhao Kehan, upon hearing this, also sensed the danger. He said, “There are empty bunks in our bus. Do you want to come to our bus?”
This time he got off the bus with a player from their bus, and the female player nodded. “Yes, there are nine empty bunks in total.”
It sounded like a solution.
“Is it okay? Will it violate the rules? I see they all sleep on fixed beds.”
Zhao Kehan couldn’t provide a definite answer.
A cruel fact was that many dungeon rules and clues were discovered through the deaths of players.
No one wanted to be the player providing clues through death.
So, at the beginning of the dungeon, one must be especially careful.
After discussing, the three decided on a relatively safe approach.
Pang Yang wouldn’t change buses but would change beds; there were also empty bunks in their bus.
Pang Yang sighed. “I shouldn’t have impulsively entered the fourth-level dungeon.”
Ning Su asked him, “Why did you impulsively come in?”
Pang Yang: “I want to prove myself!”
Ning Su: “...”
Pang Yang said, “In the guild competition, each guild sends ten people to participate, forming four teams in advance, totaling over twenty people. Even if I’m not part of those twenty-something people, I could still accept it.”
Ning Su cooperatively continued, “If you can accept it, why challenge yourself like this?”
Pang Yang: “I’m not even one of the hundred people on the preliminary list! I don’t even have the chance to be in the same frame as the guild president!”
“Twenty is one thing, but why am I not part of the hundred people, and that new member Meng Jiang is on the list?!”
Ning Su: “...”
“It’s normal for you not to be on the list.”
Pang Yang: “?”
“They say the guild competition is at least a level four dungeon difficulty. The highest level I’ve completed is level three,” Pang Yang angrily said. “That night, I went to the game hall and chose this level four dungeon.”
Zhao Kehan: “That’s impulsive.”
Indeed, it’s normal not to be on the pre-selection list.
Pang Yang touched his curly hair, “Yeah, it was impulsive. I just really wanted to be in the same frame as the guild president.”
He said, “After talking with you guys for a while, I’m not as nervous or scared. Anyway, since I’m already here, I’ll overcome my timid and impulsive tendencies and work hard to clear it.”
Ning Su nodded.
They looked towards the gathering of “people.”
The player who died was hung on a tree again.
Every time a player died, they would do this—hang the player on a tree, wait until all the blood was drained, then take the player’s body on a bus and leave.
Fang Qi walked stiffly over to them and whispered, “I found out the cause of this player’s death.”
“In their bus, two corpses fought, and the player couldn’t avoid it. He got pinned down by one of the corpses, revealing himself.”
Pang Yang found it a bit hard to comprehend, “Corpses fight each other?”
