Jiang Qiao never expected that the journey home would be so arduous.
His initial plan was to follow the path through the shady forest to the swamp, and then find the ancient tomb within it. Since he had already explored the dangers of the tomb during the simulation, he could return to the real world with ease.
However, the script was very well written.
But reality doesn't always go according to plan.
First, they discovered a small town in the swamp, where a few unfortunate souls, neither human nor ghost, lived. A conversation with them took up a considerable amount of time.
While spending the night in the county town, I discovered that the kids in the building across the street were reading Hell Fairy Tale.
Even he himself was sucked away by a television set and traveled tens of thousands of miles away.
It completely deviated from the plan to go home!
He still doesn't understand exactly where in the supernatural world Yi City is located. But judging from the words of several awakened beings, it must be very far from the wasteland.
It's roughly equivalent to running away from the Dragon Country to the Ugly Country.
Now, after much difficulty, we've finally found the route again and boarded a bus to Beiquan to transfer to a train.
As a result, he encountered Yan Cheng, a city that almost no one in the entire supernatural world had ever seen, and was even welcomed by the City God.
It's like Tang Sanzang's journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures; there's never a moment of peace along the way!
Fuck you!
Jiang Qiao's mood is gradually becoming irritable.
...
Time passed second by second.
The vehicle's speed has decreased to about 50 kilometers per hour.
Jiang Qiao saw that some faint blue lights began to emerge from the misty green outside, like candle flames lit by someone.
As the bus moved forward, these blue lights increased in number and converged on the vehicle.
What is this thing?
Without hesitation, he picked up his camera and snapped a picture.
A photo with a white border was ejected.
"What are these ghostly things doing now?"
Jiang Qiao frowned as he looked at the scenery in the photo.
The blue light outside the car window is clearly visible in the photo.
Within the green mist, in addition to the previous "ghost soldiers," several strange figures appeared, dressed in tattered white prison uniforms and covered in blood. Each of them held a candle in its hands, emitting a blue light.
Unlike the stationary "ghost soldiers," these people kept moving to the left front, as if they were heading somewhere.
"This direction is where the City God resides. Were they summoned by the City God?"
After thinking for a moment, Jiang Qiao couldn't help but raise his camera and take a picture of the location of the City God statue to his left.
"Let's see what's going on."
Jiang Qiao picked up the photo out of curiosity, but the image on it made his eyes narrow.
"It's that woman!"
"She actually showed up. What's her relationship with the City God?"
Jiang Qiao stared intently at the woman in the photo, dressed in modern clothes and looking like a student.
at this time.
She stood at the very front of these "prisoners," holding a rag doll in her hand and shaking it constantly, as if she were greeting someone.
In front of her was a figure as tall as a mountain.
However, this huge figure, who was suspected to be the City God, had an extra black wooden board in its hand, which looked somewhat like the scepter carried by ancient officials when they went to court!
What do they want to do?
Jiang Qiao felt that everything had become a mystery, and hidden within that mystery was a great danger.
This danger was enough to bring him utter destruction!
He suddenly had an epiphany.
The reason they were able to witness all of this from inside the train is likely because they didn't know there were other people in the carriage.
"This camera actually came in handy at a crucial moment!"
He was certain.
If you try to spy directly using your double pupils, you're very likely to be discovered.
"The waters of the supernatural world are damn deep."
Just as Jiang Qiao was peeking into the secrets of the gods through the photographs.
Suddenly, the bus shook violently, as if it had hit something.
"Bang"
The car suddenly jerked, nearly throwing Jiang Qiao out of the back seat and causing him to die on the spot.
"Did you bump into something again?"
Jiang Qiao suddenly stood up, looked out of the car, and felt both shocked and angry.
It's not a good thing if something goes wrong at this time.
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Once the vehicle stops, or even turns off, who knows what might happen!
Jiang Qiao immediately took a picture of what was in front of him.
However, upon receiving it, they discovered that apart from those puppet-like "ghost soldiers," there was nothing else.
He took several more photos of the surroundings.
But everything is normal!
"Could there be a problem with the vehicle itself?"
Jiang Qiao felt the car's speed drop significantly after the vibration.
"The bus is about to stop."
"The current speed is at most 30 kilometers per hour."
Jiang Qiao stood up, his expression turning serious.
This bus is able to run by supernatural forces, not fuel or electricity.
So although it looks like a car, it has many illogical features.
For example, after decelerating, you don't need to shift gears and the engine won't stall.
For example, even at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour, you can still move forward at a constant speed by constantly hitting obstacles.
"Only the supernatural can stop it."
"Those ghostly soldiers outside are just a decoy; there's probably something else constantly trying to stop this car."
Thinking of this, he suddenly bent down, pressed his ear to the blood-stained floor, and listened carefully to the sounds coming from under the car.
In the deathly silence, he did indeed hear some faint sounds.
Clang----
Clang—
Clang clang—
The sound was so faint that even if Jiang Qiao strained his ears, he could only hear a tiny bit.
However, this voice made him change color on the spot.
"Damn it, it sounds like something's knocking on the frame?"
Thinking of this, he changed positions several more times and continued to lie on the ground to listen.
As a result, he discovered that there were eight sources of sound.
It almost completely covers the entire chassis of the vehicle!
"Are these weirdos trying to smash the car?"
Hearing this series of commotions, Jiang Qiao's expression shifted between light and dark.
"I feel like I'm trying to survive on a deserted island. I can't even take the initiative to attack; I can only passively wait for the enemy to strike."
"And once an enemy attack occurs, regardless of victory or defeat, we will be in dire straits."
"Because the bus will definitely stop at that time."
At this moment, he felt he was trapped in a dilemma, unable to move forward or backward.
If something goes wrong, he could very well die right here!
"Stop it soon."
Jiang Qiao felt the bus speed drop again, now reduced to a snail's pace of less than ten kilometers per hour.
It's safe to say that even an ordinary person could potentially catch up with this car.
A bone-chilling coldness swept through the entire carriage, and the overwhelming malice intensified. Even the scarecrows hanging on the windows began to tremble violently.
It was as if they too sensed an immense danger approaching!
An unprecedented sense of death overwhelmed Jiang Qiao, as if an irresistible terror would descend the moment the bus stopped!
Under this terrifying pressure of a life countdown.
Jiang Qiao smiled.
He glanced around the entire carriage and murmured to himself:
"I am a time traveler, a time traveler with cheat codes."
"How could he be dead?"
A fierce glint suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Danger?"
He sneered, took a few steps, went to the last row of the carriage, grabbed the wall made of human leather, and tore it apart!
"Huff"
In an instant, a huge gap appeared!
The human leather in his hands was not much stronger than a piece of paper.
And below this gap.
A moldy, rotten wooden door was revealed!
"I'd like to see just how dangerous this car can become!"
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