"The supernatural bus has already passed the third stop. Next, we need to find a chance to get off."
At this moment.
Old Eagle, Liu Qingqing, Da Qiang, Wang Feng, Qin Kai, Yang Xiaohua, and all the other messengers, including Li Yang, wore grave expressions. Their nerves involuntarily tensed.
Because they were about to leave this supernatural bus.
The bus was eerie, but at least it was safe.
They had seen what lay outside before. Whether it was the rainy platform, the peaceful county town, or the abandoned village, every place was unimaginably dangerous.
Once they left this place, it would basically mean embarking on a road of no return.
Whether they would even live long enough to wait for the next bus was unknown.
"Why is this delivery mission so difficult?" Qin Kai took a deep breath and looked at Wang Feng, Da Qiang, and Old Eagle, his fellow fourth-floor messengers.
The few of them exchanged looks, each seeing panic and unease in the others' eyes.
Under these circumstances, no one had confidence they could survive long enough to deliver the letter and return to the post office.
Perhaps they all believed they would die here.
"Rather than getting off and throwing our lives away, we might as well stay on this bus. We can live for however long we can."
Suddenly, Da Qiang's face twisted slightly as he spoke through gritted teeth.
His words broke the silence inside the bus.
Quite a few people turned to look at him.
Old Eagle's eyes flickered. "Maybe that's not a bad choice. At least we can live a little longer. But when the post office's curse arrives, we'll still die. Even if this bus can withstand the post office's curse, the bus itself is dangerous."
After saying that, he deliberately—or perhaps