"Can we get off once this bus is full?" Feng Yan's voice was calm and low, yet restrained tension seeped into every word. He glanced at the other people inside the bus, his expression showing no sign of relief. "How did you reach that conclusion?"
Perhaps because he had undergone training with the Special Operations Team, Feng Yan knew that the "way off the bus" these people believed in could never be as simple as it appeared for anyone caught up in an Eerie incident, even though he himself was only a university student who had yet to formally enter society.
A pale passenger sitting nearby raised his head. His thin, shriveled lips parted slightly, like cracks torn through parched soil. His voice was hoarse and faint. "We've all tried... You can try, too... Try getting off through the front or rear door... Just stand by the door. The driver will know you want to get off."
At those words, Feng Yan raised his head and looked toward the driver again. The weathered skeletal remains still gripped the steering wheel firmly, their hollow eye sockets seemingly staring ahead, without any sign of life.
His brows furrowed slightly, and an uneasy feeling stirred within him.
Could the driver really still be conscious in that state?
He was just about to speak when the male university student beside him, who had been so arrogant earlier, acted before Feng Yan could step forward. His face was ashen and his fists were clenched, as though he were forcing himself to muster his courage. He strode toward the rear door with hurried, heavy steps.
The next second, he gritted his teeth and abruptly stepped down onto a lower step. But the moment his hands touched the rear door, the speaker overhead suddenly crackled, followed by