As Feng Yan calmly finished introducing the two items in his hands, the atmosphere inside the bus grew even heavier. The new passengers could not soothe their frayed nerves. Their gazes wandered around the bus, tinged with anxiety and unease.
Before boarding, whether because of the fog surrounding them or the limits of their understanding of reality, they had treated Feng Yan's identity as an absurd joke. A young man claiming to be a "member of the Special Operations Team"? It sounded more like pointless role-playing. Yet after that terrifying incident, Feng Yan had become everyone's lifeline.
And ever since then, Feng Yan had been telling them things that could overturn their entire worldview. He had even explained how he differed from Regular people, along with the book and mirror items that other ordinary passengers could not use.
Without a doubt, Feng Yan's tone, far more composed than theirs, was enough to convince the other passengers that he had a way to escape the Route 666 Bus-and... the confidence to do it.
But... although Feng Yan had said a great deal, the two items he had introduced seemed useless in their current predicament. Whatever information that book and mirror had provided him, neither could break open the doors of the Route 666 Bus.
The new passengers sitting behind Feng Yan exchanged glances. Clearly, they were all thinking the same thing, and none of them understood what gave him the confidence to remain calm in a situation like this.
Could Feng Yan have more than those two items? Was he simply unwilling to reveal his real trump card?
As unspoken suspicions passed between the new passengers, someone noticed a change in the scenery outside the windows. A lone streetlight and the hazy outline of a bus stop had appeared in the