Fang Qi also realized the importance of timely communication of information, or else deceiving one could become deceiving all.
He was very eager to know how the other three people died last night.
“If only we were all on the same bus,” he said.
Ning Su looked up and said, “You can try coming to our bus.”
Pang Yang said, “You can try; changing beds is no problem. If the beds are not fixed, the buses should be interchangeable.”
Fang Qi hesitated, “But what if...”
Ning Su interrupted, “You should be fine in the bus 01; the driver is an acquaintance of ours.”
Pang Yang exclaimed, “?”
Were you all well-connected, leaving him as the only poor soul?
Fang Qi was also surprised. “Acquaintance?”
Ning Su nodded. “Yes, being acquaintances makes things easier.”
As the sun began to set, the players hurried back to the bus.
The driver of bus 01, a lady, had straightened up.
Fang Qi nervously followed Ning Su and the others onto the bus. Only when he saw the familiar back of the driver not reacting at all did he slightly breathe a sigh of relief.
He found a bed close to Ning Su and lay down.
In the old man’s basket, Ning Su stuffed two roasted sweet potatoes. When he raised his head and saw the man in the windbreaker, he whispered, “How did you get up here?”
Almost speaking with a breathy tone, the atmosphere was intense, brushing against Ling Xiao’s ear.
Ling Xiao lowered his gaze to see Ning Su’s clear and focused peach blossom eyes, close at hand.
His gaze paused for a moment, lightly gliding over Ning Su’s chest, then returned to his face, conveying the answer.
He came to watch over his heart.
Ning Su: “...”
Ling Xiao effortlessly jumped onto the upper bunk of Ning Su’s bunk.
The sun had just set; the sky was not completely dark yet, and the bus began to sway and move.
Ning Su faintly felt that the dormant corpses on the bus were becoming active.
They didn’t encounter anything on the bus all along.
After about an hour, a miserable scream echoed, and the bus came to a stop.
A player on bus 06 died, but before they could see clearly, the corpses skillfully carried away the player’s body and hung on a tree.
When they got back on the bus this time, several more players joined them.
Fang Qi’s security check confirmed that this bus could accommodate other players, so they all came aboard.
Among them was the Human Pupa Master. She was the first to board, and once inside, she glanced around, placing her palm on the bus window.
Ning Su saw her fingers make a “6” on the bus window, and soon after, other players outside the window wanted to climb aboard.
Originally, seven or eight people were about to join, but seeing other players quickly approaching, the last two players withdrew.
As the bus started again, bus 01 was full, and the sky had completely darkened.
Ning Su lay on the lower bunk, looking at a piece of trench coat hanging down from the upper bunk where Ling Xiao was.
The color of the trench coat was extremely black, so black that it didn’t seem like a color a person could produce, similar to the clothes of the flower god seen in the <Flower Servant> instance.
Just as Ning Su was wondering if the texture was the same, he suddenly heard a sound.
The bus wasn’t very quiet while in motion, and the corpses were active. Tonight, they could already make some clear sounds.
There were only two lights on the bus, one with the driver and one on the roof in the middle of the bus.
The dim yellow light illuminated the upper bunks, making it difficult to see, let alone the lower bunk.
Dim and pitch-black.
A subtle noise emanated from the bunks two rows down from Ning Su.
In the darkness, Ning Su could only see a figure wearing a dark red shirt.
He remembered that there were two newcomers there, one was Zhao Kehan, and the other was wearing a red shirt.
When Fang Qi boarded the bus, everyone saw it.
The Human Pupa Master also realized the importance of communicating information. Xue Wei immediately made a decision: if Fang Qi was okay, they would board the bus.
Xue Wei’s gesture, as agreed before, meant that there were six bed spaces, and six people should come aboard.
Zhao Kehan saw it and came up.
Those who came up were the players who understood her gesture.
Zhao Kehan had just boarded this unfamiliar bus and chosen a bunk near the players.
Behind him was a woman in a red shirt with long hair. She had already chosen a bunk, so Zhao Kehan chose the one next to hers.
After the bus started moving, the inside was no longer quiet. There were corpses muttering, and various strange words and sounds filled the air.
In the dim light, Zhao Kehan heard the woman beside him speak softly and hoarsely, “Zhao Kehan, Hongyu Guild.”
Zhao Kehan responded with a quiet, “Hmm.”
With so many noises around, even the corpses were muttering. He thought it wouldn’t hurt to speak a few words quietly, so he asked the woman on the adjacent bunk, “What about you?”
After a while, he didn’t hear a response.
Zhao Kehan slightly raised himself and turned to look.
The woman in the red shirt came in from behind him, so she lay on the front bunk. The two bunks had pillows separated by an iron rod, so their heads were facing each other.
In the dim light, he saw that the woman seemed to want to get up, but for some reason, she couldn’t. Her long black hair hung in front of her face, and her body moved up, only to fall back down, trembling. Several attempts were unsuccessful.
Zhao Kehan noticed that her arm or wrist seemed to be injured. The slender arm in the red shirt, visible in the darkness, showed a noticeable deformity near her forearm, forming an angle that a normal arm couldn’t bend inward.
She insisted on getting up for some reason.
After several attempts, her body trembled more and more visibly, like having a seizure.
Seeing her in such a state, Zhao Kehan thought she might be in urgent need, but he also feared that her movements would attract the attention of the corpses, putting both of them in danger.
“I’ll help you,” he whispered. “Don’t move. Be careful not to be found.”
After surveying the surroundings and finding no corpses looking their way, he crawled out of bed in the darkness, knelt on the bed, and reached out to support her shoulders.
His hands touched a smooth and somewhat dry fabric, as if some thick liquid had splashed on it, dried and congealed, creating a strange and eerie texture.
Then, Zhao Kehan felt the stiffness of her cold shoulder.
His heart skipped a beat.
Wide-eyed, he stared at her broken forearm, realizing that it was connected to her right hand.
A scene flashed through his mind.
When he just boarded the bus, he searched for a bed and saw the woman’s hand naturally gripping the railing of the bed.
Which hand was it?
At that moment, it seemed like all the sounds in the bus disappeared, and there was an eerie silence.
Zhao Kehan felt a chill on his scalp, a coldness in his chest, as if his heart had stopped beating.
He gasped for air, slowly lifting his face covered in sweat, and his terrified pupils trembled violently.
At this moment, the woman’s forehead hair also loosened a bit, revealing a sharp, thin chin, followed by an upturned purple corner of her lips.
The smile was extremely pleasant and extremely sinister.
On her face, as white as paint, two pitch-black eyeballs were staring at him.
Cold air escaped from her mouth, and her voice was hoarse: “Zhao Kehan, Hongyu Guild.”
“Hehehe, hehehe.”
When Ning Su turned his head to look, he saw long hair sliding to the sides, revealing such a face.
The woman pressed against the man’s neck on the opposite side, and Ning Su saw the blood dripping before hearing the screams.
The bus had just been on the road for less than ten minutes and had to stop again.
Fang Qi also realized the importance of timely communication of information, or else deceiving one could become deceiving all.
He was very eager to know how the other three people died last night.
“If only we were all on the same bus,” he said.
Ning Su looked up and said, “You can try coming to our bus.”
Pang Yang said, “You can try; changing beds is no problem. If the beds are not fixed, the buses should be interchangeable.”
Fang Qi hesitated, “But what if...”
Ning Su interrupted, “You should be fine in the bus 01; the driver is an acquaintance of ours.”
Pang Yang exclaimed, “?”
Were you all well-connected, leaving him as the only poor soul?
Fang Qi was also surprised. “Acquaintance?”
Ning Su nodded. “Yes, being acquaintances makes things easier.”
As the sun began to set, the players hurried back to the bus.
The driver of bus 01, a lady, had straightened up.
Fang Qi nervously followed Ning Su and the others onto the bus. Only when he saw the familiar back of the driver not reacting at all did he slightly breathe a sigh of relief.
He found a bed close to Ning Su and lay down.
In the old man’s basket, Ning Su stuffed two roasted sweet potatoes. When he raised his head and saw the man in the windbreaker, he whispered, “How did you get up here?”
Almost speaking with a breathy tone, the atmosphere was intense, brushing against Ling Xiao’s ear.
Ling Xiao lowered his gaze to see Ning Su’s clear and focused peach blossom eyes, close at hand.
His gaze paused for a moment, lightly gliding over Ning Su’s chest, then returned to his face, conveying the answer.
He came to watch over his heart.
Ning Su: “...”
Ling Xiao effortlessly jumped onto the upper bunk of Ning Su’s bunk.
The sun had just set; the sky was not completely dark yet, and the bus began to sway and move.
Ning Su faintly felt that the dormant corpses on the bus were becoming active.
They didn’t encounter anything on the bus all along.
After about an hour, a miserable scream echoed, and the bus came to a stop.
A player on bus 06 died, but before they could see clearly, the corpses skillfully carried away the player’s body and hung on a tree.
When they got back on the bus this time, several more players joined them.
Fang Qi’s security check confirmed that this bus could accommodate other players, so they all came aboard.
Among them was the Human Pupa Master. She was the first to board, and once inside, she glanced around, placing her palm on the bus window.
Ning Su saw her fingers make a “6” on the bus window, and soon after, other players outside the window wanted to climb aboard.
Originally, seven or eight people were about to join, but seeing other players quickly approaching, the last two players withdrew.
As the bus started again, bus 01 was full, and the sky had completely darkened.
Ning Su lay on the lower bunk, looking at a piece of trench coat hanging down from the upper bunk where Ling Xiao was.
The color of the trench coat was extremely black, so black that it didn’t seem like a color a person could produce, similar to the clothes of the flower god seen in the <Flower Servant> instance.
Just as Ning Su was wondering if the texture was the same, he suddenly heard a sound.
The bus wasn’t very quiet while in motion, and the corpses were active. Tonight, they could already make some clear sounds.
There were only two lights on the bus, one with the driver and one on the roof in the middle of the bus.
The dim yellow light illuminated the upper bunks, making it difficult to see, let alone the lower bunk.
Dim and pitch-black.
A subtle noise emanated from the bunks two rows down from Ning Su.
In the darkness, Ning Su could only see a figure wearing a dark red shirt.
He remembered that there were two newcomers there, one was Zhao Kehan, and the other was wearing a red shirt.
When Fang Qi boarded the bus, everyone saw it.
The Human Pupa Master also realized the importance of communicating information. Xue Wei immediately made a decision: if Fang Qi was okay, they would board the bus.
Xue Wei’s gesture, as agreed before, meant that there were six bed spaces, and six people should come aboard.
Zhao Kehan saw it and came up.
Those who came up were the players who understood her gesture.
Zhao Kehan had just boarded this unfamiliar bus and chosen a bunk near the players.
Behind him was a woman in a red shirt with long hair. She had already chosen a bunk, so Zhao Kehan chose the one next to hers.
After the bus started moving, the inside was no longer quiet. There were corpses muttering, and various strange words and sounds filled the air.
In the dim light, Zhao Kehan heard the woman beside him speak softly and hoarsely, “Zhao Kehan, Hongyu Guild.”
Zhao Kehan responded with a quiet, “Hmm.”
With so many noises around, even the corpses were muttering. He thought it wouldn’t hurt to speak a few words quietly, so he asked the woman on the adjacent bunk, “What about you?”
After a while, he didn’t hear a response.
Zhao Kehan slightly raised himself and turned to look.
The woman in the red shirt came in from behind him, so she lay on the front bunk. The two bunks had pillows separated by an iron rod, so their heads were facing each other.
In the dim light, he saw that the woman seemed to want to get up, but for some reason, she couldn’t. Her long black hair hung in front of her face, and her body moved up, only to fall back down, trembling. Several attempts were unsuccessful.
Zhao Kehan noticed that her arm or wrist seemed to be injured. The slender arm in the red shirt, visible in the darkness, showed a noticeable deformity near her forearm, forming an angle that a normal arm couldn’t bend inward.
She insisted on getting up for some reason.
After several attempts, her body trembled more and more visibly, like having a seizure.
Seeing her in such a state, Zhao Kehan thought she might be in urgent need, but he also feared that her movements would attract the attention of the corpses, putting both of them in danger.
“I’ll help you,” he whispered. “Don’t move. Be careful not to be found.”
After surveying the surroundings and finding no corpses looking their way, he crawled out of bed in the darkness, knelt on the bed, and reached out to support her shoulders.
His hands touched a smooth and somewhat dry fabric, as if some thick liquid had splashed on it, dried and congealed, creating a strange and eerie texture.
Then, Zhao Kehan felt the stiffness of her cold shoulder.
His heart skipped a beat.
Wide-eyed, he stared at her broken forearm, realizing that it was connected to her right hand.
A scene flashed through his mind.
When he just boarded the bus, he searched for a bed and saw the woman’s hand naturally gripping the railing of the bed.
Which hand was it?
At that moment, it seemed like all the sounds in the bus disappeared, and there was an eerie silence.
Zhao Kehan felt a chill on his scalp, a coldness in his chest, as if his heart had stopped beating.
He gasped for air, slowly lifting his face covered in sweat, and his terrified pupils trembled violently.
At this moment, the woman’s forehead hair also loosened a bit, revealing a sharp, thin chin, followed by an upturned purple corner of her lips.
The smile was extremely pleasant and extremely sinister.
On her face, as white as paint, two pitch-black eyeballs were staring at him.
Cold air escaped from her mouth, and her voice was hoarse: “Zhao Kehan, Hongyu Guild.”
“Hehehe, hehehe.”
When Ning Su turned his head to look, he saw long hair sliding to the sides, revealing such a face.
The woman pressed against the man’s neck on the opposite side, and Ning Su saw the blood dripping before hearing the screams.
The bus had just been on the road for less than ten minutes and had to stop again.
