Chapter 1 The Overture

Jiang Cheng was too lazy to pay him any attention. The elegant handwriting was obviously carved by Wu. Jiang Cheng could even picture Wu squatting in the corner of an alley, a satisfied smile on his face as he carved.

That night, Jiang Cheng and Fatty sat on the sofa downstairs, not feeling sleepy at all.

Fatty's mind was filled with images of Wu grinning hideously, hiding in a dark alley, holding a knife and chopping a 1.9-meter-tall corpse into pieces. He was cutting and stuffing the pieces into plastic bags, blood flowing all over the ground. The thought made him shiver.

But as they thought, they actually fell into a deep sleep.

The pendulum clock on the wall ticked back and forth. Everything around seemed normal, but... something had changed.

Slowly, the second hand inside the clock seemed to be hindered, moving slower and slower, and finally making a dull "tick" sound, it stopped.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Cheng and Fatty woke up with a start, as if they had had a Nightmare Assault.

"Huff... huff..."

Fatty gasped for breath. They had experienced the same feeling many times before, a familiarity etched in their bones. They knew, the bus was coming.

Standing up, they slowly walked towards the door and pushed it open.

Sure enough, the old bus was parked not far outside the door. Where there should have been an open space, a bus stop had suddenly appeared.

There was no fear in Fatty's eyes, because his heart was full of hope. He had promised Huai Yi, promised Wang Qi... he would definitely take them off this bus!

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and was the first to board the bus as the door opened.

The inside of the bus was filled with mist, and the visibility was very poor. And he did not know if it was his nose playing tricks on him, but this time he smelled a damp odor, very strange, like something that had been soaked in water for a long time.

Recalling the map that Lin Wan'er had given him before, he had already memorized it. This time, he would first walk to the seat from last time. The journey was very peaceful.

He would not make the same mistake as last time, and he would prepare to follow the route provided by Lin Wan'er step by step.

Finally, he arrived at the location indicated on the map.

But strangely, everything in front of him became a little blurry, not the kind of ethereal smoke, but... a thick layer of water vapor, which suddenly gave him a bad feeling.

He had been on this bus many times, but this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"Doctor," Fatty rubbed his arms and asked in a low voice, "Are we... are we going to sit down? Someone has noticed... noticed us." After getting on the bus, Fatty was also paying attention to his surroundings.

The bus did not welcome standing people. Standing people would be noticed by the real "passengers."

Jiang Cheng also felt it. His back was getting colder and colder. There were malicious gazes, and too many people and ghosts had died on this bus.

"Sit," Jiang Cheng said without hesitation, "You sit inside."

"Okay, okay."

But as soon as the two sat down, Jiang Cheng's face changed instantly. He touched the seat with his hand, and it was wet, wet and cold. He squeezed it hard with his hand, and it seemed that he could wring out water.

"What's going on?" Jiang Cheng thought to himself.

Slowly, more and more strange things emerged. Fatty hugged his body tightly, and his large frame couldn't help but shiver. "Doctor, I feel so cold, it's like... it's like those guys are still staring at us."

Without him saying, Jiang Cheng had already noticed it.

But they had clearly sat down, so why... why were there still "passengers" staring at them?

What was it about them that was attracting them?

They couldn't just sit and wait for death. They had to find out the reason immediately. After Jiang Cheng calmed Fatty down, he slowly bent down, put his head close to the ground, and looked at the seat in the 5th row behind him.

There was a man sitting on it, wearing a security uniform, and there were blood stains on his open white shirt, but what really attracted Jiang Cheng was the man's eyes.

The man was indeed looking here, but there was no viciousness or covetousness in his eyes, but... fear!

Yes, it was fear!

The "passengers" on the bus were afraid of him and Fatty!

Slowly, following the man's gaze, Jiang Cheng discovered something even more terrifying. The man's gaze was not directly at him, but... at the top of their heads.

At the same time as he discovered this problem, the back of Jiang Cheng's head felt a chill.

A drop of cold liquid fell from above, landing right on him.

It was viscous and had a bit of a fishy smell.

Jiang Cheng slowly sat up, but at this moment he noticed that Fatty was sitting motionless in his seat, grasping the handrail with both hands, his body pressed tightly against the back of the chair.

At the same time, his eyeballs kept glancing at Jiang Cheng's side.

Then he glanced upwards.

There was something above their heads...

Jiang Cheng already knew.

"Drip."

Another drop of water fell, this time right on Jiang Cheng's face.

Jiang Cheng forced himself to act as if nothing had happened.

Then another drop fell on the tip of his nose.

Jiang Cheng remained unmoved.

"Drive faster, drive faster, as long as we can hold on until we get off the bus, we'll have a chance to get rid of this guy," Jiang Cheng muttered in his heart, although he knew this was a bit of self-deception.

He really didn't want to have any contact with the guy who could scare the other passengers on the bus.

Finally, as if losing patience, a strand of wet hair hung down, and then, as if unintentionally, with the shaking of the vehicle, it rubbed against Jiang Cheng's cheek and ears.

Jiang Cheng: "..."

The moment he saw this strand of long hair, Jiang Cheng knew what the thing above his head was.

It was the ghost bride he had seen last time!

Last time, he had been greedy and went to the wrong seat, and he had almost been caught by the ghost bride. He didn't expect that this time, she would be haunting him again!

The ghost bride and a man in a suit with an umbrella were another kind of existence on this bus.

Jiang Cheng had previously judged that the two of them were the enforcers on this bus, and anyone, person or ghost, who did not follow the rules would be punished by them.

From this, it could be seen how strong this ghost bride was.

But it was too late to say anything now, because at this moment, Jiang Cheng could feel a hand slowly caressing his head, then his face. The hand was very soft, but also very cold.

Cold to the bone.

Her fingernails gently scraped across his face.

Until... a delicate body fell down and forcibly squeezed into his arms, sitting sideways on his lap. Jiang Cheng had no other thoughts in his mind, and his hands were honestly placed on both sides of his body.

Fatty swallowed hard, only daring to look at the doctor's situation out of the corner of his eye.

Red dress, red hijab, red embroidered shoes, the woman's body was dazzlingly red, a standard old-fashioned bride's wedding dress, but the drops of water dripping along the edge of the red hijab were hinting that this bride was not simple.