Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
According to Murphy's Law, "anything that can go wrong, no matter how unlikely, will".
Bai Zhi watched the scenery as it slowly reverted from the strange vistas of the Underworld back to normalcy. The journey back from the Underworld took a mere twenty minutes, compared to the hour that it had taken to get there in the first place. Nevertheless, as other vehicles and the noise of regular traffic began to appear around the bus, Bai Zhi couldn't help sighing in relief.
However, the feeling was short-lived, as he began to recognize the locations he was passing. Bai Zhi's expression grew sterner with each passing mile, and by the time the bus stopped to let him off, his face was black as thunder—he had not expected the driver to deal him such an underhanded blow.
As Bai Zhi got off the bus, he was greeted by the sight of the same bus station where he had boarded the accursed bus. He gritted his teeth in silence for a moment, then turned to give the long-necked, chrome-domed driver a piece of his mind.
...I paid, for God's sake! Do you not understand the concept of exchanging currency for goods and services?! The paying customer is your god! Would it kill you to make an effort and deliver your god to His desired destination?! I even gave you a pack of smokes and a lighter!
But in the few seconds it had taken him to disembark and turn around, the large vehicle behind him had disappeared, and in its place was a different bus with a middle-aged driver, who was clearly fast-asleep.
In short, Bai Zhi had lost three hours only to end up back where he started.
"Fuggin... Tickets aren't cheap, you know!"
Huffing angrily, Bai Zhi looked up at the darkening sky and ripped up his ticket, dumping the pieces into the nearest trash can. With leaden feet, he trudged sadly out of the bus station—he wasn't just sad, he was despondent.
One bus ticket, tens of yuan; a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes and a knockoff Zippo, another tens of yuan each. But the three hours lost... priceless.
It came back to that old chestnut: "
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