Yang Yong had already learned from the White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost that Ground Rat and Wu Lijian were spilling something on the Bus...
Information they had not known before.
He deliberately held back the Bus Driver, Old Yang, and passed down an order: everyone was to come watch the sheep being slaughtered.
He dragged it out for a full half hour.
Only then did he let everyone return.
Once everyone was back on the Bus, a white shadow flashed beside Yang Yong.
The White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost appeared.
She still looked the same, her face as pale as paper and her lips so red they seemed about to drip blood.
She handed him a love letter.
Yang Yong opened it.
He immediately fell into an illusion.
The illusion began after everyone had left the Bus, leaving only Wu Lijian and Ground Rat inside.
At first, the two leaned against the windows, watching what was happening beside the distant sheep pen.
The crowd stood several rows deep.
They could not see much.
But through the snatches of words that drifted over...
The screams, the cries of alarm, Cao Xianming's voice ordering the sheep slaughtered...
The two pieced together most of what had happened.
Then they began talking.
Whispering to each other.
Ground Rat spoke first.
"This convoy doesn't look all that impressive."
There was a sinister calculation in his voice.
"Should we send that one a message?"
"Tell him we infiltrated this convoy to gather information, and ask him to spare our lives."
Wu Lijian immediately cut him off.
"How can you think that?"
Wu Lijian's voice was tight.
"That thing... it's an Eerie!"
"Can you judge an Eerie by human thinking?"
"What it wants most is probably to kill us."
"When it's in a bad mood, it takes a