The Route 666 Bus traveling through the thick fog was nothing short of a moving tomb, and the passengers long trapped inside were the departed souls buried within it. Their minds had gone numb, their eyes dull and lifeless, as though they had endured endless despair and loneliness. They sat motionless in their seats, their skin taking on a sickly gray pallor, as if even their bodies were slowly rotting.
Some claimed to have spent a week on the bus; others said it had been an entire month. But time here no longer seemed to obey the laws of the human world. Their bodies deteriorated at an abnormal speed, their skin shriveling and their joints stiffening, as though some invisible force had stripped away their vitality. They were still clinging to life, yet they looked like corpses that had been dead for ages.
Although Feng Yan had told the newly boarded passengers that these people were still human, their presence remained terrifying. None of the newcomers could conceal their instinctive aversion to the older passengers. They struggled to regard these "people" as ordinary humans, and their nearly broken appearances sent chills down the newcomers' spines every time their eyes met.
Yet when the faint outline of a bus stop emerged through the thick fog outside the windows, these passengers, who resembled the walking dead, suddenly seemed to gain new life. Their stiff bodies began struggling to move, and their eyes, all but stripped of emotion, now shone with irrepressible excitement and longing.
"Passengers! New passengers!"
Cries rose throughout the bus, hoarse yet powerful, as though their slumbering souls had awakened at that moment.
The older passengers in their seats all tried to stand. Their movements were awkward and slow. Some trembled as they gripped the armrests, their bodies making cracking