Life Is All in the Details?! / Uncle's a Pro Gamer

Almost any glance into the corner reveals pairs of peeping eyes lurking in the darkness.

However, along the way, whenever they encountered Ling Mengxue's supernatural presence, they kept their distance, clearly knowing something and not daring to approach.

After crossing the outer streets and alleys, some fools finally came up to deliver materials, so why not take them?

"Alive... alive person... gagga..."

On a public bench not far from the fruit shop, a gigantic demon suddenly stood up.

Its muscles bulged all over its body, its eyes were blood red, and a faint black mist rolled around it. On its neck, there was a hideous wound that almost cut across most of its neck. It had obviously reached the strength of Third-Order Supernatural and was the street tyrant of this street.

Upon seeing the graceful figure in the mist, it simply smacked its lips a few times without uttering a word, and immediately began to run wildly, as if afraid its prey would be stolen.

"Huh?"

Seeing a humanoid monster suddenly charging towards them like a madman, Ling Mengxue stopped the car, sighed, and casually pulled out her COP and fired a shot.

Bang--!!

As the gunshot rang out, the idiot's head exploded at the same time, a burst of black blood erupting from his head, his brains emitting a strange stench and splattering all over the ground.

Well, the air is polluted even more now.

Ling Mengxue was actually quite helpless; why were there always one or two fearless individuals who would charge forward without hesitation?

Perhaps they're tired of living?

She skillfully put the "materials" into her mission storage space without paying any attention, as if it were a routine thing to do.

She gathered her long hair behind her, gripped the handlebars again, and prepared to continue her journey.

However, what she didn't notice was that the supernatural beings hiding in the shadows saw everything clearly, and they were all so frightened that they trembled all over and broke out in a cold sweat.

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Chapter Sixty: Everyday Life is Filled with Details?!

What the hell is going on??

That muscular monster is the big boss of the whole street, Third Order- tier supernatural powerhouse who collects protection money on a daily basis.

That's how it ended?

Holy crap, that's outrageous!!

"Is this the legendary Silver-Haired Witch? Why doesn't she use magic? But this is terrifying, how can she kill ghosts so easily?"

"Idiot, didn't you see that fool just tried to attack Lady Witch? Lady Witch only gave it a little punishment!"

Several supernatural beings looked frightened and began to discuss amongst themselves.

However, Ling Mengxue was naturally unaware of the situation in the corner; she could only use her Spatial Perception to roughly determine the number of supernatural entities in the streets and alleys.

Most of them are strangely shaped, with ferocious faces and an eerie aura.

In short, it's not very attractive; at least, people with normal aesthetic sense probably wouldn't find it appealing.

She gathered her long hair behind her and gripped the handlebars again.

To be honest, this bicycle is really great to ride; it's much faster than most sports cars, which is quite amazing.

Sitting on it, you can feel like you're flying in the sky with just a gentle push of your legs.

Very comfortable.

Whoa--!!

With a turn of the bicycle chain, in just two or three seconds, she appeared at the traffic light dozens of meters ahead.

Just then, a dilapidated bus, stained with blood, slowly emerged from the fog.

It was clearly at the station and about to stop; if you got closer, you could faintly hear some sounds from inside the vehicle.

And in front of the blood-stained bus stop sign by the highway, a chilling sign reads:

[The No. 888 Ghost Bus, starting today at Furong City, Huaguo.]

Beep beep beep...

As a strange bell rang out, wisps of white mist suddenly rose from the empty street. However, this mist was slightly different from the cursed mist, appearing ethereal and giving people a wonderful illusion, making them subconsciously want to hitchhike.

Ling Mengxue was taken aback. She could sense a familiar aura inside the car, and as she considered some possibilities, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

A hint of doubt and confusion lingered on her delicate and beautiful face.

"There seem to be a few humans in that vehicle?"

Without thinking twice, Ling Mengxue quickly waved, parked her bicycle on the side of the road, and stopped the bus.

The car door opened, and the driver was a middle-aged man with a pale face, wrinkles on his forehead, and blood all over his head.

Furthermore, a sizable shard of glass was embedded deep in the middle-aged man's skull, a sight that looked incredibly painful.

Upon seeing that it was a person boarding the bus, the man paused for a moment, then opened his mouth and chuckled silently.

The elderly cashier standing nearby turned her head and saw Ling Mengxue in a magical aura. Her hidden pupils suddenly contracted, and she tremblingly tried to remind the driver not to let her get on the bus.

However, the middle-aged man didn't notice the old woman's condition. He was only thinking about having another delicious dish tonight. He patted the notice board at the front desk and was thinking about quickly calling people to get in the car.

Ling Mengxue glanced over and saw the price list on the notice board. She nodded knowingly and took out ten Soul Coins.

I glanced into the car; there were now seven men and three women inside.

Apart from two girls sitting together, the rest of them were all sitting alone in their seats. They were clearly the chosen ones, each wearing a blood-red emblem on their arm. They were pale with fright and trembling all over.

However, the elderly cashier was looking at me strangely. She seemed familiar, as if I'd seen her somewhere recently—perhaps with... fear?

The old woman was a small, elderly woman with bound feet, wearing a black long gown with her hands tucked into her sleeves and her trouser legs wrapped in black cloth. Despite the fact that there were still many empty seats, she did not sit down.

When she tremblingly reached out her withered, pale hand to accept the Soul Coins, Ling Mengxue noticed that her feet, clad in embroidered shoes, were floating in mid-air.

Ghost? Or phantom?

Just as Ling Mengxue boarded the car, an electronic notification sounded in her ear:

[Ding! You have boarded the No. 888 Ghost Bus at the Ping'an Street District 7 bus stop and have automatically entered the instance, starting the Survival Challenge. Participate in the challenge as the selected player. After completing the task, you will receive random level rewards and can freely choose to be teleported to a safe area. (Note: The instance challenge lasts for 6 hours)]

[Mission Failure Consolation Prize: Tombstone x1, Urn x1, Bouquet of White Chrysanthemums x1 (Life Trilogy items can be used automatically)]

Good heavens, could this be the legendary secret realm dungeon?

Is there only one ghost bus?

Wow! Everyday life is filled with details!

It was a little different from what Ling Mengxue had imagined. She thought that she needed that Crimson Seal to become a chosen one and enter the secret realm.

Who knew that simply stepping into an area would activate the instance? Just participating as the chosen one is strangely satisfying!

However, for ordinary people like them, it was truly tragic. They were dragged into this hell on earth for no reason; they were incredibly unlucky.

Now that we're on the bus, it's for the best. If there are any powerful evil spirits around, we can have a fight.

All we've encountered along the way are small fry, practically nonexistent in terms of combat power; it's just too boring.

She is now eagerly anticipating a thrilling and exhilarating battle.

If it's about rescuing someone, then it's just something that happens to be on the way.

[Ding! A new "selected player" has been detected entering the instance. Current number of selected players in the instance: 5]

After Ling Mengxue got into the car, a mechanical, synthesized voice sounded in the minds of each "player," and she could clearly feel that the chosen ones in the car immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, after calming down, everyone felt a wave of horror again!

Keep in mind, excluding the driver and the elderly cashier, there are currently ten passengers on the bus, but those who were selected, including the newcomer who just boarded, only number five?

Doesn't that mean more than half the people in the car are ghosts?!

Thinking of this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, becoming even more terrified and daring not to make a sound.

A notification popped up in my ear that the dungeon had started. The next moment, the bleak but still relatively bright gray sky outside the car window suddenly darkened, becoming pitch black, leaving only a patch of ink.

Inside the car, only two headlamps hung from the ceiling, emitting a dim and eerie glow.

Good heavens, in broad daylight, is this some kind of forced overnight bus ride?

Ling Mengxue was speechless. It was just taking a bus ride.

Is it really necessary to make it so flashy?

Many people stared blankly out the car window, some warily surveying their surroundings, some wearing strange grins, and some secretly observing her, unable to look away after just one glance.

Normally, if they encountered such a beautiful girl, they would definitely have been unable to resist approaching her and asking for her contact information. But in a place like this, no one would risk their life.

Who knows, this young lady herself might suddenly pass away at any moment?

He's about to lose his life, and he's still thinking about picking up girls?

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Volume 4 The Silver-Haired Witch's Diary - Star Prefecture Chapter

Chapter Sixty-One: Uncle is a Pro Player

"Miss Witch, please take a seat."

The old woman with bound feet glanced back, feeling inexplicably uneasy, and deliberately raised her voice.

The carriage wasn't very big, and because the old lady deliberately raised her voice, everyone could hear her clearly.

However, most people looked puzzled, while only a few who knew the truth were suddenly startled, shrank into a corner, and became extremely docile.

"A witch? Is it like Magical Girls?" A chosen girl in the corner of the car window looked puzzled.

As a girl, she also longed to have magical powers like Magical Girls, so that she wouldn't be in this situation, constantly living in fear, never knowing when she might die.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged driver paused for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening. His pale face, which had been wearing a sinister smile, was now filled with fear!

"Uh... okay."

Ling Mengxue nodded, feeling a bit bewildered by the greeting; her mind couldn't quite process it.

This ghost is actually greeting her?

What's going on?

Seeing the astonished expressions on the faces of the others, she knew that she was the only one receiving this treatment.

Has my reputation really reached this level?

Even the old lady who works as a cashier on the Ghost Bus knows about it?

Oops~ I feel ashamed.

Ling Mengxue sighed inwardly, finding it all quite amazing, and then walked inside.

"Hey, miss, over here!"

Not far from the back seat, a familiar-looking young man waved to her.

Ling Mengxue, however, was somewhat surprised to see that person.

This person was none other than one of the members of the Paranormal Society we encountered yesterday in the outer fog area. I think his name was 'Qiu Heng', and everyone in the group called him Brother Qiu.

Ling Mengxue didn't think much of it and pretended to walk over in a hurry.

"Miss, I never expected we'd meet here! You're my savior!"

Qiu Heng quickly made way for a seat next to him, already bursting into tears of joy.