As soon as Liao Huarong finished speaking, a light lit up in front of the dark road without warning.

A red and white iron bus appeared in the middle of the road, with eye-catching white and red letters on the glass: 404.

"Come...come."

The moment he saw the light, Zhao Ziyuan, who had always remained silent, stiffened suddenly, and his unhealthy face became even more ugly.

The bus was driving very slowly. There were two black hydrangeas with long ribbons hanging on the left and right sides of the front of the bus. There were many white flowers dotted around the bus, which formed a strange contrast with the red paint below.

There is a huge white wreath under the front of the car, with the word "Dian" spelled out in black in the middle.

The bus in front of me was clearly a hearse.

"Do you have any ghost coins with you? Can you lend me some?"

When he saw that car appearing, Li Taiyuan's first reaction was to take a ride driven by a dead man, but he had to pay for the journey. If he offended the ghost driver, he might be the first to die.

Yang Mingxi obviously did some homework before coming. She nodded and took out a stack of Ming coins from her pocket: "No problem, I have a lot here."

Liao Huarong glanced at Li Taiyuan and saw that he looked calm at the moment and could even use his brain to think about buying tickets. His psychological quality was much better than that of someone like Zhao Ziyuan who had experienced the ghost story incident.

He snorted coldly, stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and said to Li Taiyuan: "Newcomer, let me tell you in advance. Don't do things you shouldn't do when you get in the car later, and don't touch things you shouldn't.

There is an indescribable force in the incident of random touching and strange stories. Once the limit is touched, one's life will be lost."

"Brother Liao is right. It's okay if you want to commit suicide, but don't hold us back!" Zhao Ziyuan said angrily.

Although he didn't know the reason, Li Taiyuan found that this Zhao Ziyuan seemed to have a lot of opinions about him.

"Brother Liao is an experienced old man. He has been to the Land of Nothingness five times. What he said is correct."

Yang Mingxi approached Li Taiyuan and whispered: "Although this time it is only a D-level difficulty, in this closed environment, everyone is like a grasshopper tied to a rope. Once someone triggers the dead end, everyone else will be affected."

The reason why he doesn’t want to meet the newcomer is because he was almost killed by his companion before..."

Li Taiyuan rolled his eyes, thinking that he didn't have much information at the moment and really needed to cooperate with these three people.

So, he nodded readily, smiled at Liao Huarong and said, "Don't worry, brother. I will listen to you in everything."

——That’s weird.

I am not related to them, and I am a newcomer who knows nothing. When Bao Buqi encounters danger, they will take the lead and push him out as a shield.

From the beginning, Li Taiyuan had no intention of trusting Yang Mingxi and others.

Bus 404 slowly drove into the platform, the door opened, Liao Huarong took the lead and walked on, followed closely by Yang Mingxi and Zhao Ziyuan.

It was clearly summer at this time, but the driver was wearing a dark blue winter uniform. His lips were black and blue, and his entire face was full of edema; the white gloves holding the steering wheel were still dripping.

After the door opened, the driver slowly turned his head and looked at everyone who got on the bus with vicious and aggressive eyes.

Zhao Ziyuan suddenly felt his scalp numb. His legs staggered as he stepped onto the steps and he almost fell.

"Master, you have to take the night bus so late. Thank you for your hard work."

On the contrary, Li Taiyuan looked indifferent, smiled carelessly at the driver, and walked into the car.

The interior of this old-fashioned bus is all made of sponge seats covered with brown-red leather. The wooden floor under your feet is warped or cracked, as if it has been severely soaked, and you can hear harsh creaking sounds when walking through some places.

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The seats at the back of the car are connected in a row; on the right side next to the door is the ticket counter.

In addition to them, there were five other passengers in the car.

Sitting in the front on the right is an old man wearing a dark green military coat and using a cane.

There is a black handbag at the feet of the old man. He looks to be in his seventies, with a thin body and two curled hands holding a cane, like a pair of dehydrated chicken feet. Under the cold white light, the old man's face appears.

It produces a lifeless grayish color.

Sitting on an empty seat behind the old man was a little girl with braids.

The little girl was holding a deflated rubber ball. Although her little face was chubby, it looked lifeless and pale. From the moment everyone got on the bus, she stood on the chair excitedly and eagerly.

He jumped and stared at every move of Liao Huarong and others with wide eyes.

On the left side, next to the car door, two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, were sitting side by side.

There is a bulging briefcase next to the middle-aged man. He straightens his back, leans back on the chair with an expressionless face, and reads the newspaper in his hand motionlessly; the woman next to him lowers her head, holding a blackmailed child in her arms.

Box wrapped in cloth.

From the moment she got in the car to now, the woman's sobs, as thin as mosquitoes and flies, have never stopped. The plaintive and shrill cries mixed with a strange coldness seeped into everyone's pores.

As for the seat in the last row at the back of the car, there was an old lady wrapped in a red headscarf and a floral cotton-padded jacket. There was a basket covered by a red cloth on the empty seat next to the old lady, and she didn't know what was in it.

A female conductor in a long-sleeved uniform sits in front of a middle-aged man and woman.

Compared to the driver, her face looked even more terrifying: her facial features had been severely deformed due to swelling, and her original appearance could hardly be seen clearly; the ten exposed fingers looked like wrinkled white radish, and several nails had fallen off.

, revealing the dark black nail bed underneath.

Yang Mingxi stepped forward, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound less panicked.

She took out a few ghost coins from her pocket and handed them to the female conductor, then said, "Buy four tickets and go to the terminal, Mishan Reservoir."

Upon hearing this, the conductor opened the old aluminum lunch box on the table and took out a stack of small tickets tied with rubber bands that had been soaked in water so that the writing could not be read at all.

The conductor tore off four pieces and handed them to Yang Mingxi, and then took out a few small denomination coins from the satchel on his chest.

Yang Mingxi took the money from the other party tremblingly. The smell of the conductor's body made her almost nauseous. Liao Huarong patted her shoulder and motioned for Yang Mingxi to find a seat first.

The subtle movements between the two did not escape Li Taiyuan's eyes. They bought the terminal directly as soon as they got on the bus. It seemed that these people did have some information hidden in their hands.

"How novel, this ghost can also change money." Li Taiyuan decided to pretend to be stupid first.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Ziyuan glared at him fiercely.

He warned Li Taiyuan in a low voice: "Please stop saying a few words. If you anger them, no one will get out of the car!"

Zhao Ziyuan really had a headache, how could he encounter such a heartless lunatic on this mission?

Thinking that he was almost killed by such an unreliable companion in his last mission, his hatred for Li Taiyuan increased even more.

The bus started slowly. Liao Huarong and Yang Mingxi sat in the double seats on the left side of the carriage, two rows apart from the middle-aged man and woman; while Zhao Ziyuan sat behind them.

Li Taiyuan yawned and randomly chose a seat by the window to sit down. Right in front of him was the little girl with braids.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ziyuan frowned. He didn't expect Li Taiyuan to be so bold and sit so close to those ghosts as soon as he came up.

Although Liao Huarong and Yang Mingxi were surprised by Li Taiyuan's actions, they had no time to care about the newcomer's life or death at the moment.

"Brother Liao, do you think Black Tai Sui is on these passengers?"

Yang Mingxi chatted with Liao Huarong in a low voice, his eyes quickly scanning the scary passengers.

Whether it's the black bag at the old man's feet, the rubber ball in the little girl's arms, the middle-aged man's briefcase, the box in the woman's arms, or the old lady's basket, they all look very suspicious.

"I think the key lies in that little ghost. She is the only one who looks different from the other ghosts."

Zhao Ziyuan came between the two of them, pointed at the little girl sitting in front of Li Taiyuan, and said nervously: "We have to find a way to check the things around them."

Liao Huarong had the same idea as them. He nodded and whispered: "We can't scare the snake now. Let's observe and see what those ghosts will do next. If we act hastily and anger them, the consequences may be disastrous...

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"Don't bother your dad, naughty kid, get the hell out of here!"

At this moment, Li Taiyuan's angry rebuke resounded through the carriage like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

In addition to the driver who was still driving, the other four passengers and the conductor raised their heads, and several strange, bloodless faces all looked at him and the little girl.

A few drops of cold sweat flowed uncontrollably from Liao Huarong's forehead; Yang Mingxi and Zhao Ziyuan were already frightened out of their wits, and they did not even dare to take a breath.
Chapter completed!