The next second, Jiang Cheng, completely caught off guard, felt dizzy and stumbled, as if he had been swept into a vast, dark whirlpool.
No one knew how much time had passed before he suddenly felt solid ground beneath his feet. Slowly coming to his senses, Jiang Cheng raised his head and found himself in an alley. A wall stood in front of him. Fine cracks covered its seemingly sturdy bricks. The night sky overhead told him it was nighttime. The surroundings were dark and unusually quiet.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed his arm. Jiang Cheng reacted instinctively, seized the other person's wrist, yanked them over, and pinned them against the wall.
Only after seeing the person's face did Jiang Cheng's taut nerves relax a little. His first thought had been of that green ghost hand.
Li Bai, who had been thrown against the wall, couldn't help coughing a few times. "M-Mister Jiang, it's me. Don't panic."
Jiang Cheng let go and turned around. The Fatty and Yao Shunyu were there too. From their expressions, it was clear they had only just arrived in this world and hadn't adjusted yet. The Fatty even shook his head to clear it.
Once everyone had recovered, Yao Shunyu looked around and asked in a hushed voice, "Strange. Why didn't we get off the bus this time? Why did we come straight to a place like this?"
Li Bai rubbed his aching wrist and looked hopefully at Jiang Cheng and Wang Fugui. "Mister Jiang, Mister Wang, have either of you experienced anything like this before?"
"Never. This is our first time too," Jiang Cheng answered honestly. After a moment, he suddenly asked, "What do you remember from the bus?"
At that, Li Bai's face filled with fear, his pupils trembling.