The dim yellow headlights tore through the darkness ahead.
The four blurred figures hurtling toward the Ghost Bus Door grew larger and larger in Yu Tianheng's eyes.
Despair engulfed him in an instant.
"We're done for! Four ghosts rushing aboard at once will definitely overload the bus!"
Yet Ning Rongrong frowned deeply.
She stared fixedly at the four approaching figures outside the window, her mind racing.
"Something's wrong."
"The Sheepskin Paper's prediction never showed anything this dangerous!"
Just as a trace of unease arose in Ning Rongrong's heart, the four figures entered the range of the headlights.
Brilliant Soul Rings, a translucent shadow belonging to Gui Mei, and the blazing Fire Dragon Martial Soul Avatar.
The visual details instantly became clear.
Yu Tianheng sprang from his seat, a flicker of astonishment crossing his pale, despairing face.
Then he let out a long breath.
"They're people from the continent!"
Ning Rongrong also recognized the newcomers.
Seeing living people did briefly ease the two of them's nerves, which had been stretched almost to the breaking point.
But that relief lasted only a tenth of a second.
In the next instant, both their expressions grew grimmer than they had been upon encountering a Fierce Supernatural.
They exchanged a glance.
They needed no words. The understanding forged under the brutal supernatural rules let them instantly grasp each other's meaning.
The display currently showed thirty-two ghosts aboard.
And full capacity was thirty-five seats.
If all four people boarded the Ghost Bus, the combined number of people and ghosts inside would reach thirty-six!
The bus would inevitably be overloaded!
Zhao Lei had already explained the consequences clearly.
The Ghost Bus would stall, all its suppressive power would vanish, and the entire busload of Fierce Supernaturals would spiral completely out of control!
"We can't let them aboard!"