"What is that?"
"A lantern?"
"Damn it, it's a Vicious Ghost! We're doomed!"
"Shut up!"
The passengers on the bus were a mixed bunch. Several of them were only Third Tier, so it was inevitable that they would panic in a situation like this. Although they dared not speak again after being shouted at, the fear on their faces only grew more obvious.
"Heh."
"With that little strength, what are you doing out here?"
"Pure cannon fodder."
The man with the partially rotted face shook his head.
He could not understand these people.
Their destination was not a station in the Supernatural World. They wanted to go to Blue Star instead. They had heard that Supernatural Revival on Blue Star had only lasted a little over a decade and that there were no real experts there, so they wanted to go over and throw their weight around.
It was a very simple mindset.
It was like how some people made a little money in the early years and thought they could pretend to be tycoons after going to a poor country.
The ending was often miserable.
They were kidnapped, robbed, or killed.
Such cases were everywhere.
These people were the same.
They did not have complete information and genuinely thought Blue Star was a lawless backwater with extremely weak strength.
"What idiots courting death."
The man with the rotting face shook his head again and stopped paying attention to them.
They were definitely going to die!
"Rustle, rustle, rustle—"
"Rustle—"
"Rustle, rustle, rustle—"
As the lantern drew closer, a strange sound, like leaves rubbing together, began to rise in the torrential rain.
"What's that?"
Suddenly.
Someone saw several blurry figures appear in the dark area beside the tunnel.
"Are they ghosts?"
That thought immediately surfaced in everyone's minds.
But soon.