The rickety old bus continued to move, swaying from side to side.
Inside the bus, it was eerily quiet.
Pang Yang lay back on the bed, this time on the bunk next to Ning Su.
He was scared stiff, and it took him a long time to calm down.
There was a window here, through which he could see the corpse thrown out by the driver lady, chasing the bus, its long legs kicking wildly.
Other buses also started up.
Surprisingly, none of the other buses picked up the corpse thrown off by bus 01.
Pang Yang was in a daze for a long time. When he finally came to his senses, he didn’t know where to begin.
After a while, he observed the corpses on the bus.
Strange and normal, at night, they were very active and sensitive. When the sky showed a hint of light, the corpses in the bus began to doze off.
At night, even if they were lying down, many eyes were still open.
At this moment, Pang Yang quietly took out a pen and a sketchbook.
He faced Ning Su, and after finishing, immediately handed the book and pen to Ning Su.
Pang Yang: [Is the driver lady a good NPC in this instance? Can she protect us at critical moments?]
In an instance, not all NPCs are meant to harm players; finding those who can help is crucial.
Ning Su stared at the book and pen for a while, guessing that Pang Yang took them from the system storage space or his own storage space.
Ning Su: [Do you have chicken legs?]
Pang Yang: [???]
Ning Su: [I saved you. Don’t you have something delicious to give me? Are you planning to give me points?]
“...”
Since they had come to this point, Pang Yang, who had a bunch of words he didn’t know where to start, found a lead.
Pang Yang: [Why did you save me?]
In Pang Yang’s view, Ning Su risked his life to save him, and no one had ever treated him this way before.
Now, thinking back, he was deeply moved.
Ning Su: [For chicken legs and points.]
Pang Yang: [...]
Pang Yang: [Speak the truth; I don’t believe you.]
He didn’t believe, so Ning Su had to come up with proper reasons.
Ning Su: [1. For the system’s prompts, do good deeds.]
Ning Su: [2. I also admire President Shi.]
This time, Pang Yang believed.
Pang Yang: [So President Shi is your idol too?]
Pang Yang: [Don’t worry, you saved my life; you’re my good friend. After we leave the instance, I’ll definitely take you to meet President Shi!]
Ning Su made a sound of acknowledgment.
Pang Yang understood in his heart; he became closer to Ning Su and continued discussing serious matters.
Pang Yang: [That corpse just now called my name and knew I was from the Yinhua Guild. They’ve evolved significantly; no wonder so many people died at night.]
Ning Su nodded.
They didn’t know what happened on the other three players’ buses or how they died.
Just like the people on the other buses, they didn’t know what they had experienced just now.
Next, someone might come forward to organize the players and address the issue of information blockage.
As Ning Su thought about it, he put his head on the pillow and fell asleep again.
Pang Yang, with a belly full of questions: [...]
He wanted to ask why Ning Su subdued the old “man,” and it didn’t realize he was a human.
He wanted to ask Ning Su why he fought with that corpse, and the corpse still thought he was like them.
He wanted to ask if they could team up with Miss Good Ghost Driver.
He wanted to ask who the other player in their bus was.
Looking at Ning Su’s sleeping face, Pang Yang, who hadn’t slept all night, knocked his head on the pillow and fell asleep too.
The pitiful child, scared to sleep, still covered his entire body with a blanket, trying hard to feign a corpse-like appearance.
When Ning Su woke up, the day was already fully bright, and the bus had stopped.
Not a single player got off the bus.
Perhaps because there were no corpses getting off, corpses in broad daylight were in a deep sleep. If they got off and were seen by the corpses, they would surely be identified as anomalies.
However, during the daytime slumber, how could they be discovered?
When Ning Su woke up, it was already sunny.
He got down from the bed, took the two children to the driver’s side, and, seeing Miss Skeleton still sleeping, went straight down from the bus door.
The bus was parked in a desolate and dilapidated village, resembling the kind of eerie locations explored by paranormal bloggers.
In this instance world, it looked like autumn, with dry yellow grass, but there might be something to eat underground.
Ning Su took out a basket from the crystal ball and, guided by him, the children went to the fields to dig for things, perhaps sweet potatoes, potatoes, and peanuts.
Ning Su was skillful in his work, and with his guidance, the harvest was abundant.
The two ghost children dug sweet potatoes for the first time, their eyes shining brightly.
With each sweet potato they dug, Gui Sheng exclaimed, “Wow~”
The little princess didn’t need the skeleton to come out; she dug some herself, and her dirty little white dress couldn’t hide her good mood.
While letting them dig into the soil, Ning Su took out a lighter from the crystal ball to start a fire.
When Shi Tianzhu gave him the crystal ball, it indicated that it could store both dead and living things, but it turned out it couldn’t provide preservation; the food put inside would spoil after a short while.
Judging by Pang Yang’s behavior, his storage item also didn’t contain food.
After entering four dungeon worlds, Shi Tianzhu was the only one he saw take out fresh food. This might be another privilege of a big shot.
When coming out of “Manman”, Ning Su didn’t have as many points. When buying furniture for the second-hand house, he stored some outdoor survival essentials in the crystal ball.
Mainly related to basic needs.
The corpses on the bus were all in a deep sleep.
Cautious players still didn’t come out, but they weren’t as restrained inside the bus, paying attention to the situation inside and outside the bus.
Ning Su, accompanied by two children, naturally attracted attention.
They watched as they walked away, carrying a basket of sweet potatoes, witnessing them burying and roasting the sweet potatoes in the soil, and observing them savoring the sweet and fragrant roasted sweet potatoes.
“...”
It always felt like something was off.
Perhaps it was because the first person who went down there was fine for so long, or maybe they thought that the noon, when the sun was at its peak, was safer. Some players began to disembark.
The first one to come down was Fang Qi.
The previous dungeon made him trust Ning Su very much.
Ning Su seemed like a safe haven, making him brave enough to be the first one to get off the bus.
When he came over, one big and two small were enjoying their food.
Roasting sweet potatoes required good control of the fire, and it was evident that the person roasting them was skilled. The soft and honey-like sweet potatoes emitted a sweet aroma.
Fang Qi’s stomach growled as soon as he approached.
“Hmm?” Gui Sheng, who was busy eating sweet potatoes, raised his head, his face covered in a layer of blissful dirt.
He pointed at Manman with the finger that had grown a little longer.
Manman looked up at the familiar face, then glanced at Ning Su, hesitating.
Ning Su didn’t even lift his head. “100 points for one roasted sweet potato.”
Fang Qi: “...”
The rickety old bus continued to move, swaying from side to side.
Inside the bus, it was eerily quiet.
Pang Yang lay back on the bed, this time on the bunk next to Ning Su.
He was scared stiff, and it took him a long time to calm down.
There was a window here, through which he could see the corpse thrown out by the driver lady, chasing the bus, its long legs kicking wildly.
Other buses also started up.
Surprisingly, none of the other buses picked up the corpse thrown off by bus 01.
Pang Yang was in a daze for a long time. When he finally came to his senses, he didn’t know where to begin.
After a while, he observed the corpses on the bus.
Strange and normal, at night, they were very active and sensitive. When the sky showed a hint of light, the corpses in the bus began to doze off.
At night, even if they were lying down, many eyes were still open.
At this moment, Pang Yang quietly took out a pen and a sketchbook.
He faced Ning Su, and after finishing, immediately handed the book and pen to Ning Su.
Pang Yang: [Is the driver lady a good NPC in this instance? Can she protect us at critical moments?]
In an instance, not all NPCs are meant to harm players; finding those who can help is crucial.
Ning Su stared at the book and pen for a while, guessing that Pang Yang took them from the system storage space or his own storage space.
Ning Su: [Do you have chicken legs?]
Pang Yang: [???]
Ning Su: [I saved you. Don’t you have something delicious to give me? Are you planning to give me points?]
“...”
Since they had come to this point, Pang Yang, who had a bunch of words he didn’t know where to start, found a lead.
Pang Yang: [Why did you save me?]
In Pang Yang’s view, Ning Su risked his life to save him, and no one had ever treated him this way before.
Now, thinking back, he was deeply moved.
Ning Su: [For chicken legs and points.]
Pang Yang: [...]
Pang Yang: [Speak the truth; I don’t believe you.]
He didn’t believe, so Ning Su had to come up with proper reasons.
Ning Su: [1. For the system’s prompts, do good deeds.]
Ning Su: [2. I also admire President Shi.]
This time, Pang Yang believed.
Pang Yang: [So President Shi is your idol too?]
Pang Yang: [Don’t worry, you saved my life; you’re my good friend. After we leave the instance, I’ll definitely take you to meet President Shi!]
Ning Su made a sound of acknowledgment.
Pang Yang understood in his heart; he became closer to Ning Su and continued discussing serious matters.
Pang Yang: [That corpse just now called my name and knew I was from the Yinhua Guild. They’ve evolved significantly; no wonder so many people died at night.]
Ning Su nodded.
They didn’t know what happened on the other three players’ buses or how they died.
Just like the people on the other buses, they didn’t know what they had experienced just now.
Next, someone might come forward to organize the players and address the issue of information blockage.
As Ning Su thought about it, he put his head on the pillow and fell asleep again.
Pang Yang, with a belly full of questions: [...]
He wanted to ask why Ning Su subdued the old “man,” and it didn’t realize he was a human.
He wanted to ask Ning Su why he fought with that corpse, and the corpse still thought he was like them.
He wanted to ask if they could team up with Miss Good Ghost Driver.
He wanted to ask who the other player in their bus was.
Looking at Ning Su’s sleeping face, Pang Yang, who hadn’t slept all night, knocked his head on the pillow and fell asleep too.
The pitiful child, scared to sleep, still covered his entire body with a blanket, trying hard to feign a corpse-like appearance.
When Ning Su woke up, the day was already fully bright, and the bus had stopped.
Not a single player got off the bus.
Perhaps because there were no corpses getting off, corpses in broad daylight were in a deep sleep. If they got off and were seen by the corpses, they would surely be identified as anomalies.
However, during the daytime slumber, how could they be discovered?
When Ning Su woke up, it was already sunny.
He got down from the bed, took the two children to the driver’s side, and, seeing Miss Skeleton still sleeping, went straight down from the bus door.
The bus was parked in a desolate and dilapidated village, resembling the kind of eerie locations explored by paranormal bloggers.
In this instance world, it looked like autumn, with dry yellow grass, but there might be something to eat underground.
Ning Su took out a basket from the crystal ball and, guided by him, the children went to the fields to dig for things, perhaps sweet potatoes, potatoes, and peanuts.
Ning Su was skillful in his work, and with his guidance, the harvest was abundant.
The two ghost children dug sweet potatoes for the first time, their eyes shining brightly.
With each sweet potato they dug, Gui Sheng exclaimed, “Wow~”
The little princess didn’t need the skeleton to come out; she dug some herself, and her dirty little white dress couldn’t hide her good mood.
While letting them dig into the soil, Ning Su took out a lighter from the crystal ball to start a fire.
When Shi Tianzhu gave him the crystal ball, it indicated that it could store both dead and living things, but it turned out it couldn’t provide preservation; the food put inside would spoil after a short while.
Judging by Pang Yang’s behavior, his storage item also didn’t contain food.
After entering four dungeon worlds, Shi Tianzhu was the only one he saw take out fresh food. This might be another privilege of a big shot.
When coming out of “Manman”, Ning Su didn’t have as many points. When buying furniture for the second-hand house, he stored some outdoor survival essentials in the crystal ball.
Mainly related to basic needs.
The corpses on the bus were all in a deep sleep.
Cautious players still didn’t come out, but they weren’t as restrained inside the bus, paying attention to the situation inside and outside the bus.
Ning Su, accompanied by two children, naturally attracted attention.
They watched as they walked away, carrying a basket of sweet potatoes, witnessing them burying and roasting the sweet potatoes in the soil, and observing them savoring the sweet and fragrant roasted sweet potatoes.
“...”
It always felt like something was off.
Perhaps it was because the first person who went down there was fine for so long, or maybe they thought that the noon, when the sun was at its peak, was safer. Some players began to disembark.
The first one to come down was Fang Qi.
The previous dungeon made him trust Ning Su very much.
Ning Su seemed like a safe haven, making him brave enough to be the first one to get off the bus.
When he came over, one big and two small were enjoying their food.
Roasting sweet potatoes required good control of the fire, and it was evident that the person roasting them was skilled. The soft and honey-like sweet potatoes emitted a sweet aroma.
Fang Qi’s stomach growled as soon as he approached.
“Hmm?” Gui Sheng, who was busy eating sweet potatoes, raised his head, his face covered in a layer of blissful dirt.
He pointed at Manman with the finger that had grown a little longer.
Manman looked up at the familiar face, then glanced at Ning Su, hesitating.
Ning Su didn’t even lift his head. “100 points for one roasted sweet potato.”
Fang Qi: “...”
