Outside the bus windows lay an old rural village, dim, oppressive, and dilapidated.
This place was bizarre. It could not be found anywhere else in the country, as if it did not belong to this world. Yet judging by the size of the village, it seemed to have once been quite prosperous. Though the wooden houses were old, the hollowed floral carvings on them could still be clearly seen.
However, no one on the bus was focused on that.
The village was still some distance from the road. Though it looked rather chilling, no one intended to spend the night there, so they were not overly worried. What worried them was that someone was standing at the station outside the village.
In a place like this, under such circumstances, someone was still waiting for a bus at the station?
Everyone on the bus instinctively thought of only one word: ghost.
The one waiting for the supernatural bus was not a person, but a fierce ghost preparing to board.
"Can we really be this unlucky? We've only just passed one stop, and a fierce ghost is already boarding. The bus is full too. This is going to be very bad."
Old Eagle, who had been calm and steady as a messenger, was now overwhelmed by unease. He glanced at Liu Qingqing not far away.
Liu Qingqing's expression was equally grave, faintly revealing deep concern.
The same went for some unfamiliar people. Though they were not messengers, for some reason they had remained on the supernatural bus. Faced with the danger before them, they were also extremely tense.
"I have an idea. So many people got on just now that all the seats have been taken. Once the bus stops, that fierce ghost will definitely board. If there's no seat, it will