Gift Box

The interior of the bus was shrouded in mist, obscuring everything beyond the few rows of seats nearby into vague shapes.

Having learned from their previous experience, they found seats directly.

Just as Fatty was nervously looking around, the bus door closed, and the vehicle started moving.

The sound this old bus made when starting was incredibly eerie. Besides the engine's hum and the grinding of mechanical parts, it was mixed with the helpless sobs of a woman and the choked whimpers of an old person whose throat seemed to be caught.

The sounds came from all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint their source. Jiang Cheng even heard the giggling of a child.

Judging by the expressions on Fatty and Huai Yi's faces, it was clear they all heard it.

This was a ghost bus.

Countless vengeful spirits were hidden within, and the bus's ultimate destination was to kill them all, trapping them on this vehicle forever.

"Tap."

"Tap."

"Tap."

The three of them turned their heads almost simultaneously, looking behind them. Huai Yi's eyes held a hint of fear. Something was approaching them through the mist.

Slowly, a figure emerged, parting the mist as if breaking the surface of water.

It was a boy, appearing to be in middle school, dressed in a blue and white striped outfit. It hung loosely on him, somewhat resembling pajamas, but Jiang Cheng leaned more towards a hospital gown.

The boy had a clean appearance, fair skin, and a weak aura. He exuded no sense of eeriness or threat, making one feel relaxed.

However, one unsettling detail was that the boy's eyes were completely hidden by his thick bangs. Jiang Cheng and the other two couldn't see his eyes at all.

He held a square box in his hands, drawing everyone's attention.