I rubbed the two "horns" on my head without cursing like the others, because I knew that any driver who could drive a bus in the countryside was not unskilled. The mountain roads were either rocks or ditches, and if their skills weren't good enough, they would have reincarnated countless times already.
Through the windshield, I could see a vast expanse of green ahead, with a light mist. The bus swayed and trembled from front to back, like a child's seesaw.
Through the window, I could see a cliff right next to us. Although it was a slope, the drop was a hundred meters. If the bus rolled down, we probably wouldn't even be able to find our bodies.
"Shut up, all of you who don't want to die."
The noisy crowd was silenced by my shout, and they stared at me blankly.
"The bus is currently hanging on the cliff. Everyone stay in your seats and remain still, otherwise the bus might roll down the cliff, and none of you will be able to leave here."
I sat in the position where tickets were sold when boarding. I could clearly see the bus rocking back and forth. If everyone suddenly rushed to the door to get off, the bus would surely roll down, and no one would survive.
Some people listened to me and stayed put, but others were unwilling to listen. They rushed straight to the bus door, shouting that they wanted to get off and that they had old parents and young children at home.
The one shouting was a man in his forties, with a tanned face dotted with red spots, clearly a farmer.
His movement caused the bus to tilt forward significantly. The others were so scared their faces turned pale, and they all clutched the handrails in front of them.
"Don't you dare come over here, do you want to kill everyone? Go back to your seat."
I cursed loudly while grabbing the railing and giving him a hard kick, sending him back to his seat. I had put a lot of force into that kick.
The man, after being kicked, still wanted to retaliate, but the swaying of the bus made his face turn pale. He couldn't help but hold onto the handrail, afraid to move.
"Everyone listen to me. The bus is now hanging on the edge of the cliff. Carefully move to the back. If the rear of the bus sinks, the bus won't fall. Otherwise, we'll all be finished."
With the man's previous example, the rest of them turned their gaze to me.
"Young man, what should we do now? We'll all listen to you?" an old man in his sixties spoke first, followed by others agreeing.
"Now everyone carefully move to the back of the bus to press the rear of the bus down... I'll go check on the driver?"
With the deterrent of my previous kick, I gave everyone the impression that I was not to be trifled with. Moreover, survival was paramount, so everyone started to move towards the back of the bus. Even the man I kicked grudgingly moved back.
After confirming that the bus would not tilt forward, I carefully moved towards the driver's position.
The driver's head was bloody. I reached out to pull him, but he didn't respond. I felt for his breath, and he was still breathing, albeit weakly. He was probably knocked unconscious.
I looked back at the man I had kicked and said, "What are you still standing there for? Come and help rescue him!"
The man was obviously stunned and said reluctantly, "Why should I go? I..."
"You... what nonsense are you talking about? Besides me, you're the youngest on the bus. What are you complaining about... Don't you know saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda..."
After being scolded by me and kicked by me, the man, although showing some reluctance, slowly moved over.
As expected of a farmer, I pulled at the driver who wouldn't move. With the man's help, we lifted the driver out of the driver's seat. With one lifting the head and the other lifting the feet, we quickly moved the driver to the back of the bus.
I grabbed the broken window tool and smashed the rear windshield. I first let the man go out, then sent the driver out. Then the elderly, women, and finally I jumped out. The moment I jumped out, the bus directly rolled down the cliff.
As the bus tumbled, a wisp of thick smoke rose. Before it even reached the bottom of the cliff, sparks ignited, and with a bang, it turned into a large fireball. I was terrified.
The others who had gotten off the bus also had drastic changes in their expressions. Looking at the rolling bus, they didn't know what to say.
My legs were trembling, and I felt like I was about to wet myself. I didn't feel much when I was on the bus, but watching the bus roll down the cliff with my own eyes gave me a feeling that I had gone down with it. The fear and the pounding heart were indescribable.
"Cough cough..."
At this moment, the driver also woke up. He only had minor scratches and was not seriously injured. After he learned what had happened, he was also scared.
As a driver, his own death wouldn't be a big deal, but it was terrible to implicate a bus full of people. The compensation would be enough to bankrupt him.
"Thank you, young man. If it weren't for you, even if I, Lin Laowu, had another life, it wouldn't be enough to compensate... I really don't know how to thank you."
Facing Lin Laowu's thanks, I said it was what I should do. There was only one thing I didn't understand. You're not young anymore, and you've been driving on this road for quite some time. How could you make such a low-level mistake?
After all, no driver who can drive on mountain roads is unskilled. Those with poor skills have already reincarnated...
The driver wiped the blood from his head and said with lingering fear, "I don't know what happened. I've driven this road countless times. Suddenly, my vision went black, as if someone had covered my eyes, and then..."
Ghostly illusion?
This is too strange. How could it happen in broad daylight?
Just then, I saw a woman sitting in the seat behind me. Her expression was a bit strange, her eyes were evasive, and she was carrying a bag, holding it protectively in front of her as if afraid someone would snatch it.
A faint, undetectable yin energy emanated from it. Looking at the size of the bag, I knew what was inside. It should be an urn.
This made me both angry and amused. What was this woman thinking? Didn't she know that the dead should not ride in the same vehicle as the living?
After death, people become ghosts. Ghosts think differently from humans, especially when they see others doing well. Moreover, judging by the aura on the urn, the person inside probably had grievances in life. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a ghostly illusion in broad daylight.
While comforting the frightened passengers, I walked up to the woman.
Seeing me approach, she hid the package in her arms behind her and looked at me vigilantly, saying, "What do you want?"
I smiled and said, "Auntie, I mean no harm. I just want to ask who this person is to you?"
"What... what person? I don't know what you're talking about. What do you mean, young man? Don't think you can take advantage of me just because you saved everyone. I'm not that kind of woman."
Pfft...
I almost spat out a mouthful of blood. I thought to myself, Auntie, you're almost fifty, and you could be my mother. I'd have to be blind to have any thoughts about you.
I took a deep breath and said, "He has grievances. If they are not resolved, your family will suffer disaster..."