Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
If you bit into an apple and found some worms, what would be the most horrifying number of worms to see?
Some might say one, or two, or even half a worm, but Bai Zhi would say the most horrifying outcome was… to take a bite and, instead of apple flesh, get nothing but a mouthful of wriggling worms.
It certainly painted a vivid picture.
Bai Zhi only stared warily at the person before him as these thoughts went through his mind. Seeing that Bai Zhi seemed reluctant to speak, the university student decided to introduce himself.
“My name is Lin He*. If I recall correctly, you were the last one to get on the bus, yes? Do you remember how many people there were on the bus when you boarded?”
“Including the driver and myself, eight in total,” said Bai Zhi with a twitch of his eyebrow. “By the way, could you move a little? I can’t see the rest of the bus. And since you asked, do you know if we’ve gained half a passenger or lost half a passenger?”
Their conversation went unnoticed as the droning made by the moving bus perfectly masked the sounds. Meanwhile, Lin He dutifully cleared a space between them by sliding into the opposite seat, next to the other window.
“I hope you’re mentally prepared for this—don’t freak out, it will attract the attention of ‘those things’... Take a close look at the old lady sitting behind the driver.”
Bai Zhi clearly recalled that he had seen six other passengers when he had boarded the bus. Naturally, the old lady sitting in the second row behind the driver had made the strongest impression, as she had placed, on the seat next to her, a bulging burlap sack so large it threatened to hang over the edge. That odd feature was so unique that he couldn’t forget it even if he wanted to.
However, looking at her now, Bai Zhi spied, through the space under the chair, a pair of legs that had not been there before, dressed in white stockings and a pair of leather shoes.
From all appearances, whomever those legs belonged to had to be sitting right where the burlap sack was, but the very full sack
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* For names, "He" rhymes with "her" or "duh", not "be".
** "Salted fish" is Chinese slang for "lazy bum".
^ A quote generally attributed to the philosopher Zhuang Zi (Raw: 以不变应万变)
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