"There's light here!"
Nashton, standing in the back, snapped a glow stick, and green light immediately flared to life, illuminating the screaming student.
It also lit up the hand gripping his arm—withered fingers, skin wrinkled like gooseflesh, and black nails.
It looked like the hand of a wizard from a fairy tale.
"Let go of him!"
The instant Jason saw it, he swung his leg in a sweeping kick, driving his heel down hard onto the hand's wrist.
The force was immense. By Jason's own estimate, it would have shattered not only a wrist bone, but even a leg bone.
Yet when his heel came down, Jason felt as though he had kicked a steel pipe. Those bones were unbelievably tough!
"Ah!!!"
A piercing scream rang out from outside, shrill and horrifying, like the dreadful shriek of a banshee, painful enough to make their eardrums ache.
The driver in the front slammed on the brakes.
Everyone in the bus was thrown forward by inertia, crashing into one another in a chaotic tumble.
"There's no road..." The driver stared at the cliff ahead, removed his sunglasses, and scratched his head in confusion as he looked outside.
"Impossible. We've been driving along the road the whole time, how could..."
Someone who refused to believe it stood up and looked outside. Under the headlights lay a bottomless cliff.
If the driver had not braked in time, the front of the bus would have been hanging over the edge. Even now, half the tires were still suspended outside.
"Could this be the Bermuda Triangle? Ships vanish, instruments fail, and in the end everyone aboard disappears without a trace?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Pamela shouted fearfully.
"He isn't wrong. All our communication devices have failed."
Nashton, still holding the glow stick in the back, raised an