Chapter 73 - Radiance
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Underworld Player Chapter 73 - Radiance

As soon as Bai Zhi left the bone-paved path behind him, the angry rumbling sound coming from the earth began to fade away. A final backward glance revealed that everything was once more shrouded in impenetrable, silent darkness, as if all it contained was stagnant air.

Bai Zhi could not help frowning as he recalled the monstrous abyss of a mouth that he had just seen. "What monsters..."

Behind him, the bus doors slid open as the lights came back on. The flat, disinterested voice of the driver floated out from within.

"Sir, are you getting on? The time allowed for sightseeing will end in five minutes."

"Can I ask you a couple of questions?" Bai Zhi turned and caught the driver's eye as he walked toward the bus. "For example, what is this place exactly? Or—"

"This is the entrance to the Underworld. I believe I said as much, just three hours ago," said the driver, cutting Bai Zhi off. "As they say, sir, curiosity killed the cat. Being too nosy might send you to an early grave, so best learn to control your... urges. Once you've paid your fare, kindly return to your seat and prepare for imminent departure.

Narrowing his eyes, Bai Zhi swept his gaze across the interior of the bus.

The last time he had seen it, just before jumping off, the floor had been carpeted with various viscera and pieces of human flesh, while the air was suffused with the persistent metallic smell of blood.

Now, barely three hours later, the entire bus had been restored to its original pristine state. Not even a trace of the smell, not to mention the scattered mess of blood and gore, remained. However, when Bai Zhi turned his gaze toward the seat behind the driver, his pupils could not help but shrink in alarm.

Sitting in the seat behind the driver was the old woman from before, and next to her was, of course, a bulging burlap sack. As she noticed Bai Zhi looking at her, the old woman cracked a greedy smile, then reached toward the burlap sack and opened it to reveal a dark, empty space.

"That'll be three hundred Hell Dollars, sir."

"The conductor

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