While the ticket seller's arms were temporarily restrained, the remaining gnats pounced on her legs one after another, attempting to peck at them, but they missed.

The guards, who were constantly observing the situation outside the door, discovered that there was nothing under the ticket seller's trouser legs; it was empty. The ticket seller's head was deliberately ignored by the insect-eater. It was unclear whether this was due to the mask or the ticket seller's own intimidating presence.

But judging from their relentless attacks, Cheng Shuang's gaze fell on the ticket seller's flamboyant mythical beast-shaped mask.

With his attack failing, the bird-man seized the opportunity, folded its wings under the ticket seller's armpit, and used the momentum of flight to squeeze into the bus. It slammed into the seat leg with a thud, shook its head, and bravely stood up.

The passengers gasped in surprise, becoming alert as if they were about to unleash their abilities.

The most panicked were the guinea pig drivers, whose screams rang out one after another from the driver's seat. The bus immediately started swerving, and it was clear that they wished they could hide in the cracks of the bus floor at that moment.

The maintenance worker, who had intended to unbuckle his seatbelt and be ready to dodge or attack, had to abandon the idea. He couldn't even stand steadily and couldn't aim at the target. What kind of attack could be effective?

The omnivorous nature of the owl-men is undeniable. With its long beak opening and closing, it snapped off the leg of the nearest seat in one bite. Fortunately, there were no passengers on that seat. As the owl-men were busy devouring the seat, the two large-brimmed hats in the front row made their move.

One of them extended his slender white fingertips, flipped his hand to reveal a hemp rope in his palm, and then threw the rope toward the long beaks of several bird-eating men.

Instantly, the long beak was entangled in the hemp rope. With a gentle pull, the head of the bird-eating man was snapped shut, and his beak could not be opened.

The middle-aged man next to Cheng Shuang shouted impatiently at the wide-brimmed hat: "Tie their wings, why tie their beaks? Bird beaks are very sharp!"

No.

Cheng Shuang silently retorted, "If the long beak of the 'bird-eating man' could tear apart hard objects with its pecking, the glass would have been destroyed long ago."

Therefore, the best solution is to tie their mouths together, which will both control their movements and prevent them from eating.

The wide brim of the hat was obviously taken into account, but the man didn't even turn his head, and sat back down, completely ignoring the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man, having been rebuffed, clicked his tongue loudly, then complained in a very low voice, "These young people nowadays don't know how to respect their elders or care for the young! They have no manners, and they really think they're something special just because they've survived a few death traps!"

His voice was very low, clearly trying to avoid being heard by the brim of his hat, but Cheng Shuang was close enough to hear it clearly.

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at the little girl, seemingly unintentionally, hoping to gain her approval.

Cheng Shuang felt that this uncle had lived such a long life in vain; he was worse than an elementary school student, and his emotional intelligence was probably about the same as that of a kindergarten child.

At a time like this, why are you still trying to form cliques? Is that really necessary at such a crucial moment?

Perhaps learning from the mistakes of those few bird-eaters, the bird-eaters who rushed in later immediately dodged the two large hat brims and turned to attack the passengers on Cheng Shuang's side.

The middle-aged man let out a very obvious sigh of relief, which immediately drew indifferent glances from the passengers in front of and behind Cheng Shuang.

Having grasped the key points, the worm-eater was quite easy to deal with. There were two men in the front row who didn't want to reveal their skills and tried to subdue the worm-eater by force with their muscular bodies.

Unfortunately, the parasite man slapped him in the face.

The tip of their long beaks may not be sharp enough, but that doesn't mean their bite force is weak. They can bite off a metal chair leg in one go, which is something that ordinary maintainers can't subdue unless they possess strength skills.

With a single snap of the beak-eater, the two men holding its long beaks were flung onto the bus ceiling before falling heavily back down.

They keep their long beaks open, waiting for food to fall from the sky.

These two were no pushovers either. One emitted a ball of lightning from his palm, while the other's fingertips held a card that transformed into a stream of water. As the water soaked half of the floor, everyone alertly lifted their feet.

The bird-like creature in the carriage was immediately frozen by a series of electric shocks. The man, whose skill was lightning, kicked and used his long beak to leap onto the seat, grabbing his companion to prevent him from being struck by lightning upon landing.

His skills make him completely immune to lightning, which is why he is not afraid of coming into contact with the electric-powered worm-man.

Cheng Shuang, holding the teddy bear, bent down and picked up a golden-yellow building block. The teddy bear examined it and confirmed that the other party had indeed used electricity.

The little girl watched silently as the termite-like creatures relentlessly attacked, while the maintenance personnel inside the vehicle then displayed a variety of skills.

Even the talkative yet cowardly middle-aged man, whether by using a card or a skill, managed to make all the parasites who had barged in and been driven out completely ignore him, drawing curious glances from the jumping and hopping passengers.

Cheng Shuang also attracted attention. The little girl didn't make any big moves and was as well-behaved as a student taking a normal bus to school.

Do two people possess the same type of skill?

Can it really be such a coincidence?

Of course not.

The bear cub's protective shield (intercepting all attacks) was used to its fullest extent, enough to make Cheng Shuang watch coldly from the sidelines.

She tried to memorize the skills or cards that the maintenance workers in the same vehicle were currently using. Although she wasn't entirely sure, she could at least get a partial idea from the effects of their attacks.

One should always be wary of others. The girl's previous display of having plenty of points had attracted a lot of attention. She didn't believe that all of them had given up on their plans to take advantage of her. At least one or two of the eleven people were still secretly watching her.

If the maintainer dies, her points will vanish. Therefore, they will spare her life for the time being, but that doesn't mean she will still have personal freedom. Worse still, some of the voyeurs have the ability to seize the maintainer's spatial dimension.

Cheng Shuang sighed softly, hoping she had overcomplicated things!

Because the little girl was very wary of the people in the car, she didn't say anything to warn them when she found that some of them had made a mess of the carriage.

Now only the spots occupied by the girl in the white dress, the middle-aged man, and Cheng Shuang remain clean and undisturbed, untouched by their actions. There are bloodstains and fragments scattered on the ground, but these are irrelevant to them, and the ticket seller has no reason to hold them accountable.

Seeing that things were not going well, the parasites outside the train began to gradually withdraw their legs. After the ticket seller escaped into the room, she did not change the position of her arms in a scissor shape. She cut off the bodies of the parasites who were either controlled or beaten to death by the protectors and threw them out of the train.

The car continued to move slowly forward, dispersing the fog. Cheng Shuang looked out the window; the remains of the bird-eating man were exposed on the ground. Something seemed to be hidden in the fog, surging out rapidly. It was a pool of dark, indescribable stuff. In no time, it covered all the remains. As it dissipated, the little girl's eyes widened in a flash. In just a few seconds, the red and green mosaic on the ground turned into a snow-white expanse.

The fog rolled in again, obscuring all sight and evil.