This was spotted by the sharp-eyed Ma Linghua, who picked up the ticket and called out to the girl.

"Daughter, the ticket is lost."

The girl patted her pocket, and hey! It really was their ticket.

She reached for it, and Ma Linghua casually remarked, "Girl, why isn't your ticket the same as ours?"

"Different? No way! They're both ticket sellers, they must be the same," the girl said confidently.

Now, Ma Hehua was unhappy. If her mother said it was different, then it was different. How could this daughter not believe her mother!

So she took out her own ticket and showed it to the girl, saying somewhat unhappily, "Look, look, isn't it different?"

The girl didn't pay much attention at first, but Ma Hehua practically stuck the ticket right in her eyes, making it impossible for her not to see it.

Upon closer inspection, she immediately noticed something amiss.

These tickets are really different. The four of them have red tickets, while Ma Hehua and the others have green tickets, which looks particularly pleasing.

Looking at red tickets for too long can be depressing and even make you dizzy.

Seeing her stunned expression, Ma Hehua thought she was embarrassed to exchange her ticket.

So she yelled at the top of her lungs, "Ticket seller, you've issued the wrong ticket! Come quick, or I'll complain about you!"

conductor;"……………………"

Seeing her dawdling, Ma Hehua said impatiently, "Hurry up and drive! Don't you have any professional ethics? Have you been trained? Did you start working without any training?"

The ticket seller was furious, but she held back her anger and, with trembling hands, gave the girl a green ticket. Her fingernails had grown even longer.

"Alright, don't call me unless it's absolutely necessary. Also, don't wander around on the bus. We won't be responsible if anything happens!" The ticket seller revealed a sinister smile.

The girl was so frightened she trembled.

"Alright, daughter! Go back now! When you're out and about, you have to be careful with everything! You have to be careful in everything you do," Ma Linghua said slowly.

As soon as the girl left, the two women from the Ma family started sharing snacks. Ma Linghua happily ate potato chips, and the smell of cucumber wafted through the car.

Ma Hehua prefers strong flavors. After eating a bag of spicy strips, she searched around and finally found a piece of strawberry cake, which she handed to Ma Lihua.

Ma Lihua took the cake and ate it in small bites. Watching her grandmother and mother eat it, she kept swallowing her saliva. The taste was so delicious that she wanted to eat it too.

It's fair to say that this large passenger bus only had eight passengers, and apart from the middle-aged man, the entire bus was filled with women.

The sky, which had been bright and sunny, suddenly grew darker and darker, and the temperature inside the car dropped colder and colder. The man without a ticket woke up from the cold.

He looked up and saw that the bus was full of passengers. This puzzled him. There were hardly any people going to Jianshan Village, so where did all these passengers come from?

The route has six stops, and it can be said that there are few people and it is remote. Apart from the people of Jianshan Village, almost no one takes the 811 bus route.

The other girls woke up too. Xiaoya was trembling all over. She was from the countryside and was very sensitive to certain special auras.

"Little Sprout, I feel like I'm getting colder and colder, maybe......"

Shh...don't talk.

The girl with the ticket immediately stopped. Seeing Xiaoya's terrified expression, she sensed that something was wrong.

The four of them were seated some distance from Ma Hehua and the others, but in the unusually quiet car, they could hear the conversation of the three women from the Ma family very clearly.

"Mom, why do I feel like the 811 route has changed? It wasn't this route before," Ma Hehua asked curiously, scratching her head.

“Why not? That’s right! Isn’t this the path that leads from the children’s cemetery? Your father used to walk this path a lot when he was in the army, and I’ve walked it a few times myself!” Ma Linghua seemed to be reminiscing.

The conversation between the two terrified the group. The 811 bus route? Wasn't this the bus that killed all 24 people on board three years ago?

At the time, it caused a sensation throughout the society because the driver was fatigued and the entire car drove into the river leading to Jianshan Village.

Who doesn't know about this? Who isn't aware of it?

The four men were deathly pale, and the two men sitting next to each other were holding hands tightly.

Soon, the car stopped. When the doors opened, a chill wafted out. The four people sitting in the front tightly covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound.

Soon, people boarded the bus one after another, all of them pale-faced and swollen, some so much so that their original appearances were no longer visible.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock...tick-tock..."

Each time a passenger gets on the bus, a clear, loud dripping sound is heard.

The four people in the front sat with their mouths tightly covered, watching one after another, lifeless people board the bus and find seats.

The ticket seller looked completely different at this point. Her face was covered in blood and gore, and blood was trickling from the carotid artery in her neck, making her look extremely gruesome.

The middle-aged man clearly sensed something was wrong. He went to Jianshan Village to ask his brother-in-law for 100,000 yuan. His sister had married that man, so he had to support her and it was only natural for him to give her money.

A woman in a black dress stood in front of him, saying woodenly, "This is my spot, this is my spot, move aside, move aside."

The woman's words were chilling; something was clearly wrong!

The middle-aged man was a little scared, but he thought that he had paid 14 yuan, so the seat was his and why should he give it up to her?

"I paid for this spot, I won't let you. Go somewhere else!" the man said, mustering his courage.

The woman, who had been numb and stunned, suddenly became clear-headed and cold. In a low, hoarse voice, she asked, "Not giving up your seat? Where's your ticket?"

The man was taken aback. A ticket? Oh! He remembered that the ticket seller hadn't given him a ticket, but he wasn't worried at all because he had already paid.

"Tickets? I don't have tickets. I paid for this seat, so it's mine. Get out of my way! Don't think I won't hit you just because you're a woman. Let me tell you, I have a bad temper." The man became more and more agitated. These days, tickets have gone up in price, but wages haven't. Are they even letting people like us at the bottom of society survive?

The woman ignored his subsequent rambling and asked again in a hoarse voice, "You don't have a ticket? Is that right?"

The man was getting impatient. Did this woman not understand him or something?

“Yes, there’s no ticket, but I paid for it,” he replied again.

"Are there really no tickets?" the woman asked again.

"Aren't you annoying? No matter how many times I ask, I still don't have a ticket. If you ask me again, I'll get physical!" The man's patience seemed to have reached its limit.