Shifting the Blame Eastward

As the bus crashed into the Blood Mist, the sound of heels clicking against the floor vanished, and the expression on the Smiling Face Man froze completely.

The situation had spiraled out of control, heading in a direction not even a Ghost could foresee.

Rainwater slid down the bus windows; as the mist touched the vehicle, it transformed into fine, bloody filaments that clung to the exterior, slowly staining the dilapidated bus red.

Glancing back, the road they had traveled was already swallowed by the Blood Mist; even if they tried to drive back now, it seemed there was no return.

"This place is still somewhat different from the World Behind the Door. The buildings in the thick fog haven't turned completely blood-red yet; it should still be in the process of being eroded." As the one in control, Chen Ge appeared the calmest. His fingers rested outside his pocket, and the moment the bus plunged into the Blood Mist, the Black Phone vibrated several times in succession.

The situation was currently unclear and prone to sudden changes, so he decided not to take out the phone to check it yet, opting to wait until they reached a safe place.

Following Chen Ge's previous instructions, Tang Jun drove toward the residential complex where Fan Cong lived, but as more and more Blood Mist clung to the bus, the speed began to drop.

Even with Tang Jun flooring the accelerator, there was no changing it.

"What the hell is going on?" Every passenger on the bus needed an explanation. Tang Jun's pressure mounted; he had followed Chen Ge's orders, but now the passengers' fury was focused entirely on him.

Gripping the steering wheel, Tang Jun worried that Chen Ge might abandon him.

Offending the terrifying Smiling Face Man and Red High