They're out."
Just as they were speaking, the green haze around them suddenly began to disappear.
The bus once again traveled along the endless highway. Rolling hills stretched out all around, with occasional abandoned wooden houses and desolate graves.
This is a normal supernatural world, and Jiang Qiao felt a sense of familiarity looking at it.
"The matter in Yancheng is considered settled. The Death-Hurting Woman is in the City God Temple and won't be taking the bus for the time being."
"I'll get that bowl out for you when we stop at the next station."
The driver said this as he drove.
At this point, the environment inside the carriage had changed.
The scene that resembled a crime scene has disappeared, and the place has returned to its dirty and old state.
However, perhaps because the wooden door was not closed, the rear of the carriage was connected to that eerie abyss.
Thank you.
Jiang Qiao nodded calmly.
He still had many questions in his mind.
For example, what kind of person is the "Death-Bringing Woman," and why should she go to the City God?
For example, it was obvious that the bus was initially intercepted by the City God, but the City God did not make a move until the very end. Why was that?
And why did the driver turn into a dead person at that time?
However, Jiang Qiao did not ask these questions.
He knew it would be pointless to ask; the bus driver wouldn't tell him.
Now that he was safe, he didn't want to cause any more trouble.
In fact, he was equally wary of this strange driver and the "organization" behind him.
After all, this organization can even interfere with the City God!
Don't be fooled by the driver's friendly banter; he might reveal a sinister murderous intent the next second!
Whether in the supernatural world or the real world, never consider someone a friend just because they joked with you a few times.
Otherwise, you'll definitely suffer a huge loss!
"I'll have a chance to figure it out later," Jiang Qiao thought to himself.
...
The bus continued its journey.
Neither Jiang Qiao nor the driver spoke again.
The carriage fell silent.
As Jiang Qiao looked out the window at the scenery rushing by, he suddenly remembered some ghost stories about buses that he had read before.
The most famous of these on the internet is probably the Beijing No. 375 bus incident.
It is said that on a cold, windy night, the last bus of route 375 encountered three strange passengers. Two people dressed in the robes of a former dynasty were carrying a disheveled man.
Because period dramas were frequently filmed near the station, the ticket seller didn't take it seriously and assumed the person in the middle was drunk.
Of all the passengers on the bus, only one elderly woman kept turning her head, looking at the three people with a serious expression.
After three or four stops, the old woman suddenly stood up and started hitting and cursing the young man in front of her as if she had gone mad, accusing him of stealing her wallet when he boarded the bus.
The young man got angry and started arguing with the old woman, saying that she was framing him.
The old woman grabbed the young man's clothes, refusing to let it go, and said that the police station was just ahead, demanding that the young man come with her.
The young man immediately retorted, "Who's afraid of who?"
So the two of them got out of the car.
Standing by the roadside, the old lady watched the bus drive away and let out a long sigh of relief.
Tell the somewhat impatient young man, "I saved your life!"
She told the young man that the three people in the car weren't human at all, but ghosts. Because she had personally witnessed the two men in official robes getting into the car; they had no legs!
The bus company reported to the police that the last bus last night had gone missing; there was a driver and a ticket seller on board.
On the third day, authorities located the bus more than 100 kilometers away from the scene of the incident and found three severely decomposed bodies inside.
...
This story is widely circulated.
Some people say that the two men were actually criminals, and the person they were holding was a corpse.
They murdered the bus driver and conductor. The three bodies found inside the bus were the driver, the conductor, and the dead man they had brought on board.
Some people say it's a paranormal event.
Of course, some people say that this bus never existed and that it's just a made-up story. They even brought up bus routes from more than twenty years ago to prove their point.
For Jiang Qiao, this was just a little story to pass the time during his leisure time.
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He used to be skeptical and just observing from the sidelines.
But once he arrived on Earth, and especially now that he's boarded this eerie bus, an idea suddenly popped into his head.
Whether the story about bus route 375 is true or false is hard to say.
"But the supernatural bus may very well actually exist."
He thought of the corpses and vengeful ghosts he had encountered along the way, who were clearly dead for thousands of years but were still dressed in modern clothes.
There are also many similarities between Earth and the world I was in before I traveled there.
From major car brands to minor mobile phone apps, you can find corresponding products in both worlds.
When I first arrived in the supernatural world, I didn't realize it.
Upon arriving in Yicheng, he discovered that the native inhabitants of this world shared a similar ambiguous feeling with those of the real world.
"If a person can travel between three worlds, why can't a bus in the supernatural world do the same?"
Upon realizing this, Jiang Qiao was startled.
"It's terrifying to think about..."
At that moment, he felt that his time travel might not be a coincidence.
...
"Beep beep beep"
A car horn sounded, interrupting Jiang Qiao's thoughts.
He looked up and found that the rolling hills outside the window had disappeared, and a black and white desert appeared in the distance.
This desert stretches to the horizon, with no end in sight.
"It's been more than ten days, and after going around in circles, we're back again."
Jiang Qiao sighed.
The scene before him was very familiar to him.
Because his "birthplace" was in the wasteland. Even before entering the supernatural world, his main area of activity in the simulation was in the wasteland.
This led him to believe that the supernatural world was like a black and white photograph.
"Passengers, we have arrived at Beiquan Station."
After giving a reminder, the driver started to apply the brakes to control the speed and moved to the right.
At the entrance to the desolate wilderness ahead, a solitary train station stood. And not far behind the station, there was a dilapidated town.
"The ghost train's platform is in that small town." Jiang Qiao watched silently.
Although Liu Yuanyuan told him that there was no danger inside, he still had to prepare for battle.
After all, Liu Yuanyuan's information might not be accurate.
The ghosts in this town were eradicated ten years ago.
...
The bus stopped smoothly at the station.
There were still no passengers at this station.
It seems that this bus runs empty most of the time, and I wonder if it even covers the fuel costs.
After parking the car, the driver picked up the huge wrench and left the driver's seat.
"I'll go get that bowl for you."
After saying a few words, he went straight through the wooden door and stepped onto the stone path above the abyss.
Jiang Qiao didn't speak, but stared intently at his every move.
However, the whole process went smoothly.
The driver drove for more than a hundred meters, picked up the ceramic bowl stained with black blood from the roadside, and turned back to the car.
"Bang"
After closing the wooden door and restoring the bus to its normal state, he handed the bowl to Jiang Qiao.
"The bowl is nice, but be careful of beggars; don't use it in front of them."
After saying a few words, the driver returned to the driver's seat.
"Beware of beggars?"
Jiang Qiao raised an eyebrow.
However, seeing that the driver was unwilling to say more, he didn't bother to ask.
I got off the bus directly from the back door.
"Next, we'll transfer to the ghost train."
Jiang Qiao took a deep breath and walked towards the small town ahead.
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