Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
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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