I'm counting on you

Yang Yong glanced at the man.

Though the man was unshaven and looked scruffy, he only appeared to be in his thirties.

His school days had been at least ten years ago.

There was absolutely no way that love letter from back then could have appeared here.

Faced with something like this, Yang Yong's first reaction was that an Eerie was at work!

Yang Yong instantly tightened his grip on the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and watched his surroundings warily.

The man continued, his voice trembling harder.

"After I finished reading it, I looked up and saw Xiaofang..."

"But she'd already passed away years ago."

"At a class reunion, I heard she'd died in a car accident several years earlier..."

"But... she was standing right there, still looking like a teenage girl. She was staring at me without moving..."

By the end, the man was on the verge of breaking down.

Yang Yong looked at that spot again. It was still completely empty.

As the man kept talking,

he suddenly seemed to be grabbed by the throat.

He clutched his own neck with both hands, his body struggling violently, his tongue sticking far out. His breathing grew rapid, his entire face flushed red, and he looked about to suffocate to death!

Yang Yong's heart sank. There really is an Eerie!

But why can't I see it?

He thrust out his right hand, and the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors turned into gold and red streaks of light, furiously shearing a circuit around the man.

Yet they hit nothing, not causing so much as a ripple.

Could this Eerie be incorporeal?

It wasn't just Yang Yong.

Wang Ying and Zheng Xiaofeng, who were also on the bus, looked grim as well.

Wang Ying tightened her grip on her fruit knife, while iron armor instantly appeared all over Zheng Xiaofeng.

Both of them distinctly felt a chill rise up their backs.

The unknown was the most frightening thing!

The bus instantly fell deathly silent, save for the man's choking gasps, which made everyone's scalp prickle.

"Fuck!"

Enraged, Yang Yong turned to the Red-Clothed Female Ghost and barked, "Attack!"

The Red-Clothed Female Ghost immediately understood and slammed her palm into the empty space in front of the man!

The instant her palm struck, the man suddenly began coughing violently, finally able to breathe again.

There really was an Eerie!

And furthermore,

they couldn't see or touch this Eerie.

Only the Red-Clothed Female Ghost, who was also an Eerie, could touch and hurt it!

"What do we do now?"

Yang Yong immediately led the others into a corner of the bus, scanning their surroundings warily.

If this invisible, intangible Eerie suddenly launched a sneak attack, they would have no way to defend themselves. Right now, this bus was a cage!

Outside the bus,

Cao Xianming hid behind the crowd, coldly watching the scene inside. The miniature Data Model in his palm rattled wildly like a die, rapidly analyzing the situation before him.

Inside the bus, all the survivors stared in terror in the direction the man had pointed.

They all knew an Eerie was there, but they couldn't see or touch it, much less know when it would strike them.

The crowd had cleared a large space around the man.

Everyone kept their distance.

Unfortunately, the Eerie blocked the way off the bus. Unable to get out, no one dared move.

This was such bullshit!

The silence inside the bus was suffocating.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-

Everyone could clearly hear their own heartbeat, as though their hearts would leap out of their throats the next second.

Just then,

Cao Xianming's voice came from outside the bus again, piercing the deathly silence.

"Listen up, everyone. This should be a Rule-Type Eerie."

"Here's the key point: only people who've read that love letter can see this Eerie, be touched by it, and be attacked by it."

"Anyone who hasn't read that love letter, get off immediately and move away from the bus!"

At those words,

the survivors on the bus scrambled out as though clutching their last lifeline.

Yang Yong got off too, quickly joining Wang Ying, Zheng Xiaofeng, and Cao Xianming.

Cao Xianming hid behind the three of them. The Data Model in his hand continued changing rapidly, its tens of thousands of calculations per second never stopping.

A moment later, he looked up at the three of them and spoke calmly.

"We have two options now."

"First, abandon the bus and the man inside and evacuate immediately. But there's no guarantee this Eerie won't follow us."

"Second, one of you three reads that love letter. That way, the Eerie can see you, and you can see it. Then you find a way to kill it."

As soon as Cao Xianming finished, Yang Yong and Zheng Xiaofeng both looked at Wang Ying.

She was the convoy's strongest fighter. At a time like this, she should logically be the one to act.

But Wang Ying waved her hand and held up her fruit knife.

Only then did the two remember.

Wang Ying's Blood-Drinking Mad Saber was still with Yang Yong for an upgrade.

Right now, she didn't have a suitable weapon at all. Sending her against a Rule-Type Eerie would be no different from sending her to her death.

Then all three of them turned their eyes to Yang Yong.

Yang Yong rubbed his nose, his face full of resistance. "Wait, why are you all looking at me?"

At present, aside from Wang Ying, he was the only person in the convoy who could face an Eerie head-on. If he didn't go, no one could.

But Yang Yong shook his head like a rattle drum. He wasn't going to be that sucker!

The man on the bus was neither family nor friend. Why should he take the risk?

Besides, he'd long since seen in webnovels how terrifying Rule-Type Eeries could be.

The power of rules ignored differences in strength and cultivation level. Touch it, and you died!

He refused to gamble with his own life.

Seeing Yang Yong's reaction, Cao Xianming's lips curved slightly. Looking at the calculated results in his hand, he spoke unhurriedly.

"Your success rate against this Eerie is 98%. Moreover, this Eerie will increase the power of that little banner of yours by 50%. Are you sure you really don't want to go?"

The moment Yang Yong heard that, his eyes went red.

It can enhance the One-Yang God-Sealing Banner's abilities?

Why didn't you say so sooner if there was something this good?!

"Why didn't you say so sooner?!"

He instantly snatched up the Little Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and the One-Yang God-Sealing Banner and was about to charge onto the bus, only for Cao Xianming to stop him with a remark.

"Don't fight on the bus. We still need it. Pull that guy out and find an open space."

This time, Zheng Xiaofeng took action.

He strode onto the bus, grabbed the man, who was sweating profusely with fright and staring fixedly at the aisle, and hauled him straight out by the neck.

The man's feet barely touched the ground. When he was dragged onto the ground outside, he thought the group was abandoning him and kept shouting, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

He thought Zheng Xiaofeng had dragged him out to leave him to his fate so the convoy could evacuate.

But before Zheng Xiaofeng did anything else, Cao Xianming spoke first. "Knock him out."

Without another word, Zheng Xiaofeng delivered a hefty slap. The man instantly passed out and was laid in an open space beside the camp.

All along the way, the survivors gave the man a wide berth as though avoiding the plague.

After all, he was someone an Eerie had targeted, and everyone feared catching his bad luck.

Cao Xianming signaled to the convoy managers, Lao Zhang and Xiao Ma, to organize everyone and keep them far away. Then he patted Yang Yong on the shoulder, his expression one of entrusting the task to him.

"I'm counting on you."