Mentally unstable, Luo Dong stared ahead. He had the vague feeling that things inside the bus had grown a little livelier.
A glance at the rearview mirror sent cold sweat prickling across the back of Luo Dong's head. At some point, the bus he was driving had filled with people.
They had been somewhat blurry at first, but as more blood flowed from the Flesh-and-Blood Statue's chest, the passengers' bodies grew increasingly solid.
"What the hell are these things?"
Each passenger on the Coach was stranger than the last. There were patients wearing Lishan Hospital patient gowns, patients who had been dismembered and pieced back together, and faceless residents of the residential complex. What Luo Dong least expected was the panicked Old Auntie sitting in the very back row.
Ignoring both the terrifying passengers inside and the surging Corpse Tide outside, Old Auntie moved through the bus, gripping the handrails, then hurried over to Luo Dong in the driver's seat.
She knocked on the door to the driver's compartment and asked anxiously, "Hello, have you seen my child? Chains pierced his hands and feet earlier, and then something seemed to take him away. He said he was going to stake the destruction of his soul on a chance. I'm really worried about him."
"Ma'am, I'm a little busy right now!" Luo Dong had no idea what Old Auntie was talking about. With his life on the line, how could he afford any distractions?
More and more passengers appeared. As though they had arranged it beforehand, they used their own soul blood to paint a Blood City divine pattern inside the Bus.
The instant the Blood City Posthumous Photograph was completed, the Bus turned entirely blood-red. The original rules were forcibly broken, and a glimmer of light appeared at the end