The first time Jiang Cheng had boarded this bus, he had noticed the man. He had appeared alongside the Ghost Bride and belonged to the same level of existence.
Black ash drifted down endlessly, and the entire bus was filled with the despairing atmosphere of the apocalypse.
Jiang Cheng sniffed. His nostrils were full of the charred smell of ash.
The man could change the environment inside the bus, much like the Ghost Bride. But judging by the extent of it, he was even stronger than her. Jiang Cheng couldn't help looking forward to this mission.
No, not looking forward to it.
He was wary.
Without further hesitation, Jiang Cheng and the Fatty set off toward the driver's seat.
The farther they went, the more ash drifted around them. Waves of heat, carrying the smell of burning, washed over them. Before long, both Jiang Cheng and the Fatty were drenched in sweat.
They had no choice but to stop.
But then something even more terrifying happened. Since they hadn't found seats, the "passengers" on the bus had noticed them. One figure after another appeared in the surrounding seats.
The closest to Jiang Cheng was an old granny.
The old granny gazed at Jiang Cheng with a kindly expression, as if he were her grandson.
Once the Fatty realized she meant them no harm, he breathed a sigh of relief. But the next second, he saw the old granny's hand twitch a few times before suddenly snapping off at the wrist. It landed on the floor with a slap.
The Fatty: "!!!"
The old granny didn't seem to think it was a big deal. She kept that same "kindly" expression and said, "Young man, I dropped something. Sorry for the trouble, but could you pick it up for me?"
Anyone could