The driver hurriedly turned to look at Qin Yan in the back seat.
Seeing nothing unusual about her, he let out a huge sigh of relief and discreetly locked the doors.
By now, he had broken out in a cold sweat.
Especially when he heard Qin Yan ask in confusion from the back seat.
"Who's talking?"
A voice sounded in Qin Yan's ears, or rather, a voice made up of many voices combined.
Come here. Let's play together.
Jelly flew onto her head, and the voice immediately vanished.
Still, aside from being a little noisy, she felt that the voice had no effect on her.
The nursery rhyme drew closer and closer.
Only then did Qin Yan see that it was an eerie school bus.
The school bus looked somewhat dilapidated. Many of its windows were broken, and there were bloodstains all over it.
Inside the school bus sat some "children."
But every one of those children had a bluish-white face, and their eyes were mostly white, with only a black pupil the size of a soybean.
They were all sitting by the windows. Seemingly noticing Qin Yan watching them, they turned their heads in unison.
Some turned their heads to an absurd degree-a full three hundred and sixty degrees.
Pairs of eerie eyes stared fixedly at Qin Yan.
She wasn't frightened, but the driver was so terrified that his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
"Get on. Get on..."
Calls to get on rang out in her ears.
Jinbao licked a paw. "Woof..."
Should I go smash that lousy bus?
Qin Yan looked at the ordinary children lining up to board, and at the adults sobbing heartbrokenly as they tried to snatch their children back.
"There are children inside."
Qin Yan pressed her little lips together, feeling upset.