At the question, Zhao Lei's eyes filled with profound bitterness.
He sighed and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"After Seventh Middle School, I saw the other side of this world."
"I realized that ordinary people in this world could only wait to die."
"I wanted to become someone like Yang Jian, too. I wanted to control a ghost."
Zhao Lei gripped his knees tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
"But I searched for two days and couldn't find even a scrap of information about ghosts."
"The authorities clamp down so hard on supernatural events that ordinary people have no way of learning about them."
"I'd already decided to give up, find a job somewhere else, and spend the rest of my days in peace."
"Then, while I was waiting for a ride after work, this bus stopped right in front of me."
"I thought it was an ordinary night bus, so I just got on without knowing any better."
Having finally met a living person he knew, Zhao Lei seemed to have become much more talkative.
Ning Rongrong frowned slightly.
She recalled the moment she had boarded. Dachang City's outline had been clearly visible through the windows.
"When the doors opened just now, you could have gotten off. Dachang City was right outside," Ning Rongrong said.
Zhao Lei froze, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes.
"Dachang City? That was Dachang City outside just now?"
He whipped his head around to look out the window, but now there was nothing beyond it except endless darkness.
Zhao Lei slumped against the seat back and muttered to himself.
"I've been trapped on this bus for eight hours."
"In those eight hours, every stop has been some sinister, terrifying supernatural place. Everyone who got on was a ghost."
"I didn't dare