Seat

Through the gap beneath the seats, he saw a pair of red high heels, a pair of square-toed leather shoes, and a pair of old cloth shoes with dirt clinging to the edges...

There really was someone there!

No—more precisely, these had to be ghosts trapped on the bus, unable to leave!

Jiang Cheng stayed relatively calm. He didn't immediately pull back his gaze and stand up. Instead, he moved his eyes upward, slowly looking from beneath the seat toward the top. But a few seconds later, he suddenly froze.

His gaze stopped just above the "person's" waist, near the chest. He still couldn't see the other person's face.

But that was enough. From where he was, he could see that the "people" in the seats were all holding the same pose, their torsos twisted sideways, facing him.

Jiang Cheng immediately realized they were twisting around to stare at him.

He looked away. In the instant before standing up, he quickly glanced at the rows of seats in front of him. His blood ran cold: on a bus that seemed empty, there was a pair of legs beneath most of the seats.

Once he was standing, Jiang Cheng slowly drew a breath, his expression returning to normal.

The Fatty stood frozen in place, unsure whether to move or stay still. He was pretty nervous. After Huai Yi's warning, the Fatty felt like there were ghosts everywhere. For all he knew, one was clinging to his head, and there might even be one beneath his feet... under his feet, maybe he was standing on one.

"Follow me." Jiang Cheng glanced at the two of them and spoke in a calm voice.

Jiang Cheng headed toward the seats at the front, and the Fatty and Huai Yi hurried after him. The Fatty