"Your camp is a coach?"
The sight before them filled the students with curiosity. From the blood-red patterns on the bus to the eerie divine statues serving as a fence around it, every part of this camp exuded a mystery at odds with reality.
"The passengers are so strange. They're all wearing masks, especially those guys in red. I'm really scared they'll suddenly turn and look at me." Fang Tao huddled behind her classmates. Only being in a crowd made her feel safe.
"Teacher Gao, how long are you planning to rest at this camp?" Teacher Li followed Gao Ming, holding her phone, which had no signal. Anxiety filled her face. "We've already left the town. Why don't we just follow the main road? We might run into rescuers."
"You're in such a hurry to leave?" Gao Ming stopped. "Are you worried I'll hurt you?"
Teacher Li hurriedly shook her head, but her expression had already betrayed her.
"I don't know what Wei Tian told you at the end, but there's one fact you can't change now: I'm the only one who can help you. So I hope you'll trust me." Gao Ming boarded his blood-red bus, and gazes fixed on him through the gaps in the masks.
"Don't speak, don't move around, and don't set any cause and effect in motion." Gao Ming walked over to a passenger in the second row and gently pulled him up. "You'll drive in a moment."
The passenger had roughly the same build as Gao Ming. He pulled his hands from the pockets of his red top and gripped the steering wheel.
"Make sure you stay right behind me! Fall even one step behind, and you'll be doomed forever." Gao Ming rested his hand on the masked man's shoulder. He was about to