Seeing that Zhang Hao had actually been persuaded back, Yang Jian wore a strange expression. This guy's stance was far too weak. A few words were all it took to coax him back.
However—
Yang Jian looked at the elderly old woman seated up front, his gaze flickering uncertainly.
She knew there was something wrong with this bus!
Persuading Zhang Hao to come back seemed to be an act of goodwill, as though she did not want him to keep investigating.
"Everything looks normal. There's no problem. You're overthinking it, brother. The driver may have changed routes for some other reason, so don't make such a fuss. Still, getting on the wrong bus is pretty annoying. We'll get off early when it stops at the next station. What you do then is up to you," Zhang Hao said.
Yang Jian replied casually, "It would be good if we could get off smoothly."
He had tried just now. Even with his abilities, he could not get off the bus. These ordinary people probably had yet to realize just how bizarre this bus was.
"What do you mean by that?" the girl who had been telling ghost stories earlier asked Yang Jian.
Yang Jian said, "Though it may sound unbelievable, I personally think that all of us here—even the other people on this bus—have been rather unlucky. We got onto a bus we never should have boarded. I don't know whether the driver really changed routes, but there is definitely a huge problem with this bus. I'm afraid getting off easily won't be possible. Who knows when we'll reach a stop? It has already been over twenty minutes since the last station."
"And now we've left the city. A bus obviously can't just stop by the roadside whenever it wants."
"Of course,