A bus traveled steadily down the road.
Sitting by the window in the last row of the bus, Bai Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at the message the other party had sent, one clearly brimming with resentment.
...He could put up with even that? And the guy on the other end of the phone seemed kind of stupid too...
Now that he had tested the other party's limits, things would be much easier from here on out. Bai Zhi took the Evil-Breaking Small Knife from his Inventory and replied in a proper format. Knowing when to stop was one of his principles.
[All right, since you're begging me like this... What's up with this bus? Why can't I get off?]
[...It is The Bus to Hell.]
A few seconds later, the other party sent a message that caught Bai Zhi slightly off guard.
[Hell? That's pretty high-end. It used to be Ox-Head and Horse-Face or Black and White Impermanence showing up with chains to take people away. Now they're driving buses directly? Do you think it'd help if I pretended to be Sun Wukong?]
[...I have studied the Mythological History of your world, but I can tell you with certainty that once they descend upon your world, there will no longer be any Immortals and Buddhas. There will only be Demons and Monsters. And the Hell I refer to is not the Hell you know.]
After a brief silence, the other party replied with an entire wall of text. Before Bai Zhi could respond, another message followed.
[If you want to survive rather than die pointlessly in that terrifying place, you'd better remember what I'm about to tell you.]
[If it's not Eastern Hell, then it must be Western Hell... Wait, are there Succubi in Hell? The