"Damn it, it's on my way." If he hadn't witnessed how powerful these three were last night, he would have floored the gas pedal and ignored them.

The journey was smooth and unobstructed; it took about two hours to reach the road opposite Montenegro, and there weren't many cars on the road.

“Nephew, you’re a good one! The aunties are leaving.” Ma Linghua said cheerfully with a strong voice.

"Okay, Auntie, take care. I'm off too. See you later." Wu Dali's car sped away, leaving the Ma family members far behind until they could no longer see the car. Only then did they withdraw their envious gazes; that car was really comfortable.

So Ma Hehua immediately took out her phone and called her husband to complain, saying that not only was the bus service suspended, but it was also wasting their precious time.

These harsh words made her man apologize repeatedly and try to appease Ma Hehua, telling her not to be angry.

"Hey, I won't say anything more, just tell me! Is this 811 line too much? This laziness is too obvious." After Ma Hehua finished speaking, there was a moment of silence on the other end.

A pleasant, steady male voice rang out, "Lotus, the 811 line was discontinued three years ago. All 24 people on it died. That bus has been out of service for a long time."

Ma Hehua; "???"

"Li Fagu, you're not lying to me? Let me tell you, lying to me has serious consequences." Ma Hehua was getting agitated.

“Lotus, how could I dare to lie to you! The 211 passenger bus is running our route now, from 7:30 to 12:30 in the afternoon.” As soon as Li Fagui finished speaking, the phone was hung up.

Li Fagui looked somewhat regretful; why did his wife die so quickly?

Ma Hehua's face turned ashen. Damn it, she'd been swindled out of 60 yuan by a ghost!