While Fang Qi was observing his surroundings, he heard a faint rustling sound.
In front of him lay Ling Xiao’s bunk, as silent as a tomb, as if Ling Xiao had already departed for the afterlife.
The faint rustling sound emanated from the bunk at the foot of his own.
The sound was getting closer bit by bit.
Fang Qi immediately tensed up.
To observe the situation inside the bus, he didn’t cover his entire head with the blanket, only covering it below his eyes.
Something pressed against the blanket at his feet, and now he couldn’t pull the blanket any further.
With the blanket just below his eyes, the good thing was that it could slightly block his breathing, but the bad thing was that the eyes, easily revealing emotions, could be seen outside.
The blanket sunk, forming a gentle sag at the knees, snugly tightened around them.
Then, at the thighs, the waist, and then the abdomen.
On the blanket, there should be two hands, getting closer bit by bit.
Fang Qi breathed extremely lightly and trembled slightly.
“Swoosh—”
The thin blanket was suddenly pulled down a bit.
The nose and mouth were all exposed. In that second, Fang Qi, who was breathing lightly, almost coughed due to that sudden action.
His face reddened, trying to maintain a relaxed state with his eyes closed.
Without the blanket’s cover, he couldn’t breathe at all, making Fang Qi feel very insecure. The palms inside the blanket were already oozing fine sweat.
He was afraid that his forehead would also sweat.
Corpses didn’t sweat, only humans did.
But he couldn’t control it.
This made him even more anxious.
The blanket on his shoulders was pressed tightly, and someone’s face leaned in.
No breathing sound, but there was an unpleasant smell, especially when speaking, a rotten and foul odor wafted over.
“Fang Qi.” He called by his ear.
Fang Qi had no reaction at all. Under the blanket, his palm pressed forcefully on the bedsheet, sweat beads soaked into the damp and mildewed sheet—the only place exerting force on his entire body.
“Fang Qi, a free player,” he got closer, his face almost touching.
Fang Qi didn’t react; he continued saying, “Fang Qi, a free player,” over and over.
With each repetition, not only did Fang Qi’s hair stand on end, but it also made Pang Yang below tense.
He had sensed some crawling movement from the upper bunk a while ago.
Ning Su also heard it.
He and two children raised their heads to look, but unfortunately, the bunk frame blocked their view, preventing them from seeing the whole picture.
They could only see, under the dim light of the bus headlights, a slender and skeletal shadow seen on the bus wall.
The figure was bent, leaning over someone lying on the bunk, reaching out to touch their face.
The person was too thin; there was a sharp curve in the arch, like a thin and sharp old man who couldn’t straighten his back, bowing with a sickle in hand, as if cutting grass.
The bus seemed much quieter.
Many people were paying attention to that area.
Even the murmurs of the corpses seemed quieter.
In this kind of silence, someone must be more nervous, almost suffocating.
Ning Su picked up a skull from the bunk and forcefully smashed it under the bunk.
“Bang! Bang, bang, bang...”
In the sudden quiet, a sound like this suddenly rang out. All eyes, both human and “non-human,” were attracted, following the rolling skull.
In that second, Fang Qi’s face buried in the pillow moved slightly.
He breathed quickly and lightly, trembling as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead.
When his body relaxed a bit under the blanket, it started trembling uncontrollably.
He bit his back teeth tightly, hands pressed against the bunk, desperately trying to keep his body from shaking.
He exerted so much force that Pang Yang below could hear the sound of the bunk cracking.
The tension and fear of the person above were evident.
This tense atmosphere also infected Pang Yang, nervously holding his breath. Thinking of last night when he was approached by that cunning corpse, he started trembling, too.
He kept praying in his heart, “Hold on, brother, you must hold on, don’t respond to him.”
The skull rolled to the back of the driver and stopped, and everyone’s attention shifted back.
Suddenly, a small head popped up behind Ning Su. “Huh?”
The little boy quickly climbed up and went to pick up the skull.
He remembered that in the ancient castle, he found such a skull for Manman, and since then, Manman had to hold it every night when sleeping.
It made Manman feel very secure in the swaddling clothes.
Ning Su: “...”
Almost everyone on the bus watched the boy, and the “people” shifted their gaze again.
The little boy happily ran back, holding the skull.
Ning Su slumped his face, wondering if he could still pretend not to know him.
A “person” blocked the boy’s way, an old “person.”
On the bunk next to the little boy was Gu Xinghua. He smirked in the dim light.
The one called Ning Su, having no ability, dared to resist their vice president, seeking death.
He still looked disrespectful to the vice president. He got off the bus first during the day and even roasted sweet potatoes. Wasn’t he looking for trouble or seeking attention?
Gu Xinghua hated people like him the most.
If you didn’t have the ability to stand on your own, don’t seek attention by acting differently. Hold on to a strong support for survival, like he did.
Otherwise, heh, you would taste the terrifying consequences.
In the gloom, a heart gradually deforming in the world of horror beat excitedly, eagerly awaiting to watch the show.
The little boy looked up at the old man. “Huh?”
The old man seemed quite old, with many wrinkles on his face and brown age spots on his cheekbones.
Thinking of Ning Su telling him to be polite, the little boy, holding the skull, looked up and said, “Hello, Grandpa.”
The old man didn’t move, looking at him with deep eyes.
After looking at him for a while, the little boy reached out and pulled his sleeve, his small hand brushing over the old man’s fingers, tugging the sleeve a bit.
The old man slowly extended his hand, covered with age spots, and touched the boy’s face.
Old and young, one with wrinkles and the other with smooth skin, cold skin touching each other.
The old man nodded, his voice aged and hoarse. “Good, go back.”
All the players were taken aback.
Gui Sheng: “Hmm!”
He happily returned, holding the skull, and carefully placed it in Manman’s arms.
The old man’s gaze followed, nodding at Ning Su.
Many corpses in the bus looked at Ning Su. For some reason, they felt that the way they looked at him was neither sinister nor terrifying, more like looking at a recognized kin.
Gu Xinghua gritted his teeth.
He forgot this little boy was not human!
The old corpse touched the child’s face. After confirming that he wasn’t human, he regarded Ning Su, along with the child, as one of their own!
He actually let him reap a big advantage for nothing!
On the bunk, the little girl also stood up. Holding the skull, she approached and heavily smashed it against the person who had gloated just now.
While Fang Qi was observing his surroundings, he heard a faint rustling sound.
In front of him lay Ling Xiao’s bunk, as silent as a tomb, as if Ling Xiao had already departed for the afterlife.
The faint rustling sound emanated from the bunk at the foot of his own.
The sound was getting closer bit by bit.
Fang Qi immediately tensed up.
To observe the situation inside the bus, he didn’t cover his entire head with the blanket, only covering it below his eyes.
Something pressed against the blanket at his feet, and now he couldn’t pull the blanket any further.
With the blanket just below his eyes, the good thing was that it could slightly block his breathing, but the bad thing was that the eyes, easily revealing emotions, could be seen outside.
The blanket sunk, forming a gentle sag at the knees, snugly tightened around them.
Then, at the thighs, the waist, and then the abdomen.
On the blanket, there should be two hands, getting closer bit by bit.
Fang Qi breathed extremely lightly and trembled slightly.
“Swoosh—”
The thin blanket was suddenly pulled down a bit.
The nose and mouth were all exposed. In that second, Fang Qi, who was breathing lightly, almost coughed due to that sudden action.
His face reddened, trying to maintain a relaxed state with his eyes closed.
Without the blanket’s cover, he couldn’t breathe at all, making Fang Qi feel very insecure. The palms inside the blanket were already oozing fine sweat.
He was afraid that his forehead would also sweat.
Corpses didn’t sweat, only humans did.
But he couldn’t control it.
This made him even more anxious.
The blanket on his shoulders was pressed tightly, and someone’s face leaned in.
No breathing sound, but there was an unpleasant smell, especially when speaking, a rotten and foul odor wafted over.
“Fang Qi.” He called by his ear.
Fang Qi had no reaction at all. Under the blanket, his palm pressed forcefully on the bedsheet, sweat beads soaked into the damp and mildewed sheet—the only place exerting force on his entire body.
“Fang Qi, a free player,” he got closer, his face almost touching.
Fang Qi didn’t react; he continued saying, “Fang Qi, a free player,” over and over.
With each repetition, not only did Fang Qi’s hair stand on end, but it also made Pang Yang below tense.
He had sensed some crawling movement from the upper bunk a while ago.
Ning Su also heard it.
He and two children raised their heads to look, but unfortunately, the bunk frame blocked their view, preventing them from seeing the whole picture.
They could only see, under the dim light of the bus headlights, a slender and skeletal shadow seen on the bus wall.
The figure was bent, leaning over someone lying on the bunk, reaching out to touch their face.
The person was too thin; there was a sharp curve in the arch, like a thin and sharp old man who couldn’t straighten his back, bowing with a sickle in hand, as if cutting grass.
The bus seemed much quieter.
Many people were paying attention to that area.
Even the murmurs of the corpses seemed quieter.
In this kind of silence, someone must be more nervous, almost suffocating.
Ning Su picked up a skull from the bunk and forcefully smashed it under the bunk.
“Bang! Bang, bang, bang...”
In the sudden quiet, a sound like this suddenly rang out. All eyes, both human and “non-human,” were attracted, following the rolling skull.
In that second, Fang Qi’s face buried in the pillow moved slightly.
He breathed quickly and lightly, trembling as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead.
When his body relaxed a bit under the blanket, it started trembling uncontrollably.
He bit his back teeth tightly, hands pressed against the bunk, desperately trying to keep his body from shaking.
He exerted so much force that Pang Yang below could hear the sound of the bunk cracking.
The tension and fear of the person above were evident.
This tense atmosphere also infected Pang Yang, nervously holding his breath. Thinking of last night when he was approached by that cunning corpse, he started trembling, too.
He kept praying in his heart, “Hold on, brother, you must hold on, don’t respond to him.”
The skull rolled to the back of the driver and stopped, and everyone’s attention shifted back.
Suddenly, a small head popped up behind Ning Su. “Huh?”
The little boy quickly climbed up and went to pick up the skull.
He remembered that in the ancient castle, he found such a skull for Manman, and since then, Manman had to hold it every night when sleeping.
It made Manman feel very secure in the swaddling clothes.
Ning Su: “...”
Almost everyone on the bus watched the boy, and the “people” shifted their gaze again.
The little boy happily ran back, holding the skull.
Ning Su slumped his face, wondering if he could still pretend not to know him.
A “person” blocked the boy’s way, an old “person.”
On the bunk next to the little boy was Gu Xinghua. He smirked in the dim light.
The one called Ning Su, having no ability, dared to resist their vice president, seeking death.
He still looked disrespectful to the vice president. He got off the bus first during the day and even roasted sweet potatoes. Wasn’t he looking for trouble or seeking attention?
Gu Xinghua hated people like him the most.
If you didn’t have the ability to stand on your own, don’t seek attention by acting differently. Hold on to a strong support for survival, like he did.
Otherwise, heh, you would taste the terrifying consequences.
In the gloom, a heart gradually deforming in the world of horror beat excitedly, eagerly awaiting to watch the show.
The little boy looked up at the old man. “Huh?”
The old man seemed quite old, with many wrinkles on his face and brown age spots on his cheekbones.
Thinking of Ning Su telling him to be polite, the little boy, holding the skull, looked up and said, “Hello, Grandpa.”
The old man didn’t move, looking at him with deep eyes.
After looking at him for a while, the little boy reached out and pulled his sleeve, his small hand brushing over the old man’s fingers, tugging the sleeve a bit.
The old man slowly extended his hand, covered with age spots, and touched the boy’s face.
Old and young, one with wrinkles and the other with smooth skin, cold skin touching each other.
The old man nodded, his voice aged and hoarse. “Good, go back.”
All the players were taken aback.
Gui Sheng: “Hmm!”
He happily returned, holding the skull, and carefully placed it in Manman’s arms.
The old man’s gaze followed, nodding at Ning Su.
Many corpses in the bus looked at Ning Su. For some reason, they felt that the way they looked at him was neither sinister nor terrifying, more like looking at a recognized kin.
Gu Xinghua gritted his teeth.
He forgot this little boy was not human!
The old corpse touched the child’s face. After confirming that he wasn’t human, he regarded Ning Su, along with the child, as one of their own!
He actually let him reap a big advantage for nothing!
On the bunk, the little girl also stood up. Holding the skull, she approached and heavily smashed it against the person who had gloated just now.
