At one side.
Guo Wei saw the bus arrive.
She could not help but let out a long sigh of relief.
Considering the rent, the place she rented was some distance from her company.
And with freezing rain falling this late at night,
she had originally planned that if the bus did not come after a while longer, she would make do and spend the night at the company.
Fortunately, the bus had still come.
After all,
compared with going home for a hot shower and then lying down beneath warm covers,
no one wanted to sleep at the office with benches pieced together as a bed.
"It's here?"
The instant the bus's lights appeared,
the young man who had just been leaning against the bus stop sign—Hu Qi—abruptly opened his eyes.
At this moment, he was alone.
As for Fox Three, who had originally been perched on his shoulder, Hu Qi had directly used Twisted Light to conceal its presence, lest it draw the Blood Script's attention.
Though it was still on his shoulder, no one could see it.
"This is the bus."
Fox Three, standing on Hu Qi's shoulder, spoke.
To be honest, even with all its experience, it could not help but be shocked by Hu Qi's bizarre ability to conceal its figure.
There was no other reason: this ability seemed far too eerie and powerful.
It could clearly sense that it had seemingly been cut off from the outside world, with Hu Qi the only one it could come into contact with.
Some Dream Eyes possessed such abilities, but none could achieve this extent.
Naturally, Hu Qi had no idea what Fox Three was thinking.
Hearing its words now,
his gaze shifted.
He looked ahead.
The bus was slowly driving closer from the distance.
Rainwater