If something could go wrong, then no matter how small the possibility, it would always happen.
—This law was called Murphy's Law.
Although taking the Hell Bus to the town at the entrance to Hell had taken a little over an hour before, the trip back took less than twenty minutes.
As the scenery outside gradually shifted from that grotesque, twisted style back to normal, with other cars appearing on the road, Bai Zhi could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But before he could relax for long, his expression turned extremely grim again as he watched the scenery around him change. By the time the Hell Bus came to a stop, Bai Zhi's face looked quite awful.
—He had never expected the driver of the Hell Bus to be such a scheming bastard.
After getting off, Bai Zhi looked at the Station where he had begun his journey. After a moment of silent contemplation, he turned around, intending to argue with that long-necked driver from the library.
...I paid, damn it!! Do you understand what it means to pay!? The Customer is God, so couldn't you at least bother taking God to his destination!? And I even gave you a pack of cigarettes and a Zippo Lighter!!
Yet in the mere seconds after he got off the bus, when he turned back around, the bus behind him had silently changed into another one. A middle-aged driver was slumped over the steering wheel, sleeping soundly.
In other words, he was three hours late and still stuck at the starting point, without having set off at all.
"Come on, Tickets are expensive..."
With a resentful sigh, Bai Zhi raised his head and glanced at the sky, which was gradually darkening. He tore up the Ticket in his hand, tossed