Yao Shunyu was an extremely insecure person, and he knew it. He had never stayed in one place for long, moving somewhere new each time after less than a week.
It wasn't just to keep teammates from his missions or other disciples seeking revenge from finding him. Deep down, he still clung to a faint hope that perhaps... perhaps one day he would find somewhere so secluded that even that damned bus couldn't find him.
He was so tired that every time he opened his eyes, it felt like he had come back to life. To him, even a single peaceful day was an incredible luxury.
He had seen too much betrayal, abandonment, and deceit. Yao Shunyu had grown completely indifferent to the idea of friendship. He had no friends, because trusting someone enough to turn your back on them during a mission was foolish. Most people who did so had already died on their missions, becoming fuel for that ghost bus.
Even now, Yao Shunyu couldn't understand why, when he had been trapped in a situation where death was certain, his temporary ally—a man named Wang Fugui—had reached out to help him.
A particular scene had kept resurfacing in his mind lately. Inside the hanging ghost's ghost wall, Wang Fugui had planted a vanity mirror in the ground, then charged toward him.
Wang Fugui had run with remarkable agility, completely at odds with his build. There had been something indescribably comical and strange about it, but none of that mattered to Yao Shunyu. In that moment, he had seen hope—the hope of survival, appearing just when he was ready to give up and wait for death.
Wang Fugui had given him that hope.
"What are you looking at?"
The sudden question interrupted Yao Shunyu's thoughts. Jiang Cheng fixed his