It was already getting late when we left Wang Weizhen's house.

Wang Weizhen originally wanted to let Bai Ling stay at his house for one night, but Qi Guang himself dissuaded him from going back so late, so as not to accidentally walk on the road and scare the passers-by, and then become an urban legend like "the corpse walking on the street", and then give birth to a new alien species.

In response, Bai Ling just looked at him with a smile, which made Qi Guang feel a little numb.

However, he did not agree to Wang Weizheng and Qi Guang's request, but insisted on going back.

It is not too far from Chenfeng City to Linjiang City. If you take the bullet train, you can get there in about 40 to 50 minutes.

The streets were very quiet at this moment, with few people walking around. The bus stop nearby was deserted, with only a few students coming home late laughing and playing.

Looking at them, Bai Ling wanted to sigh: "It's great to be young."

Although he is only 23 years old, sometimes he really feels like he is much more mature than his actual age.

Perhaps because of his status, even Qi Guang, who was several years older than him, and Director Wang, who was almost thirty years old, never treated Bai Ling as a young man. Instead, they always put him on the same position as themselves and never looked down on Bai Ling just because of his youth.

Perhaps the title of "prophet" does make it easy for people to ignore the slight age difference.

Even Bai Ling became much more mature because of this name.

Shaking his head, Bai Ling opened his phone and was about to buy a ticket online.

The next second, his expression froze slightly.

"Um?"

In his field of vision, on the originally empty street, dim headlights slowly emerged from the shadows.

A streamlined figure slowly drove out from the dark night, carrying a chilling and mysterious aura, and slowly stopped at the bus stop next to it.

The students who were still fighting gradually stopped what they were doing.

They stared blankly at the bus in front of them, as if their souls had been taken away and they were unconscious.

Not long after, the students who were standing still on the side of the road took new actions.

They lined up and boarded this strange bus one by one, silently and quietly, as if they were queuing up to walk into a bloody mouth.

Soon, the bus door closed. On a dark and windy night, the bus, carrying several students whose souls were already shaken by fear, headed towards the darker night...

Consciousness returns to reality.

Bai Ling looked up at the sky.

The moon in the sky was now covered by layers of clouds, and the bright moonlight was barely visible. Apart from the faint glimpse of some neon lights in the distance and the street lights next to the bus station in the distance, the street was now completely dark.

"Bus No. 13?" Bai Ling retracted his gaze, "This should be the witch's bus."

It is a habit of witches to use the bus as a means of transportation - because it is more comfortable.

As a "disaster" level monster, she certainly has a means of transportation that suits her status, such as a carriage. But after riding for a while, the witch probably realized that even if the carriage looks high-end, the driving experience is not as good as that of a bus.

So her final choice was still this thing.

This is normal, after all, the witch herself is a very modern person. Although she was born relatively early and is an immortal who has lived for hundreds of years, she has adapted to technology faster than many humans.

Bai Ling remembered that it was recorded in her diary that the witch liked to use her cell phone to contact her subordinates and enemies.

It is said that after defeating the witch, the humans of the future went to her lair in Yanzhou City to search for clues, and they seemed to have found a game console and a home theater in her room...

Witches who have nothing to do on weekdays will probably stay at home in pajamas, playing games with controllers, occasionally watching a movie or two, drinking Coke and eating popcorn.

This is all normal.

Aliens also have emotions and thoughts.

However, their emotions and thoughts are much more distorted than those of ordinary people.

Some people may have fun by playing video games and doing crafts, but most aliens don't feel any dopamine secretion from this. If they want to have happiness, they must get it from distortion.

Balder can only find happiness in destroying the lives he once wanted to protect. The zombies can only survive by desecrating corpses. Lan Kong must also constantly torture humans and listen to their screams and wails.

Although they look similar to humans, they are still monsters in essence.

Perhaps there are some monsters with strange personalities, such as the "Web Weaver". The root of its distortion lies in love and freedom, but this does not mean that all alien species are kind and can communicate.

If we place the concept of "they may also be good people" on this group, it would be equivalent to picking up the rope around humanity's neck with both hands and respectfully handing it to the other side.

Bering was very uneasy about this.

Monsters may have their own thoughts and emotions, but if their emotions bloom from the flowers of sin from the beginning and it takes a long time to distinguish them, it is better to cut off the flowers from the beginning.

This is probably a relief for those monster roots whose minds have been distorted and who have ideas that are completely different from those they had when they were alive.

The god who symbolizes spring would certainly not want to fall completely into darkness, and the military commander who protects the people would certainly not indulge in slaughtering his own people.

In this case, it would be better to let them sleep peacefully.

With this thought in mind, Bai Ling pulled the red scarf around his neck and hid the lower half of his face inside it.

Then he just put his hands in his pockets and walked silently towards the bus stop.

There is a street lamp next to the platform. The light of the street lamp seems a little bleak, flickering, alternating between bright and dim.

Empty streets, flickering street lights, foggy platforms. Almost every element of the scene can be called a classic horror movie.

Oh, and maybe a bunch of clueless high school kids to boot.

The group of high school students on the platform really didn't notice at all that something seemed to be wrong around them. They were still making fun of each other and excitedly recalling the afterglow of the day.

These people are all students from nearby schools. They were kept by a classmate with whom they have a good relationship tonight and played a script-killing game at that classmate's home for a while.

It was so late, they shouldn't have been hanging around outside any longer. But since they had agreed to go home before coming, and it wasn't too far from home, and there were many boys in the group, they didn't feel too scared.

In fact, they are still immersed in the game they just played, occasionally accusing someone of having a mess of reasoning, and occasionally complaining about other classmates who couldn't understand the content even though it was so simple.

While they were laughing and playing.

Suddenly, a girl shivered.

She looked up at the night sky and the flickering street lights, and felt a little scared for no reason: "Hey, stop making trouble."

"Do you feel that... the surrounding environment is a little strange?"

This sentence made the students next to him subconsciously stunned.

Weird? I don't think there's anything weird about it.

They looked up at the sky, then looked down at their surroundings, and then smiled at the girl and said, "What's so strange about that?"

"Yan Huaimeng, are you having an old problem again? You keep saying that you feel some strange gazes coming over you. It's so late now, please don't scare me."

"That's right, don't let yourself be frightened and then try to scare us too!"

The girl who was teased by her companions was a little anxious: "No! It's obvious! Can't you feel it?!"

She touched her arm, which was covered with goose bumps. "It's like the environment suddenly became dark, the air became a lot colder, and there was someone behind you blowing air into your collar!"

As she spoke, she shuddered again.

However, her companions could not understand her feelings at all: "We don't have a weird physique like you."

"Besides, there is no such thing as supernatural things in this world. We should believe in science!"

"But speaking of which, there is a team that does pretty good special effects online recently. It seems to be called... 'Daylight'? Have you seen it?"

"Ah, I've seen it! Their special effects are really good. Even though it's a live broadcast, it's really interesting!"

As they were talking, the topic of the students changed again, and they began to enthusiastically discuss the live broadcast room that had recently become popular on the Internet.

Only the girl named "Yan Huaimeng" was left standing there, anxious and wanting to cry.

She really felt that something was wrong! After looking around, Yan Huaimeng suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a figure sitting on a chair in the foggy bus stop.

The figure was sitting upright, and was wearing a large windbreaker that was very inappropriate for the season - a rare combination in the early summer.

However, this is not what Yan Huaimeng fears the most.

What really frightened her was that the man was not too far from her, but she did not notice his presence at all! He seemed to have walked out of the mist, his figure was ghostly and dreamy, and his movements were so light that there was no sound at all.

At least the classmates around me didn’t notice that there was a new “passenger” next to them.

When looking at the figure, Yan Huaimeng suddenly found that the figure also turned his head.

A pale and bloodless face met her, and she shuddered! How could she describe that face? Yan Huaimeng felt as if her great grandfather, who had passed away three months ago, was lying in a cold coffin, and the glass surface of the coffin reflected the face of the great grandfather with his eyes closed.

Same whiteness, same weirdness!

"hiss……"

Yan Huaimeng couldn't help but take a half step back, but his heel missed a step and he almost fell off the bus stop.

She turned back in horror and rubbed her cheeks with both hands: "It's okay, it's all fake... It's okay, it's all fake..."

After saying these few words, she couldn't help but secretly turned her head to take another look.

This time, he once again met the pale young man's eyes.

And this time, after their eyes met, the young man's mouth corners slightly curled up, as if he felt something interesting, and his lips moved slightly up and down.

Yan Huaimeng couldn't read lips, so he had no idea what the other person was saying.

But just the weird smile that person suddenly showed after looking at her was enough to scare Yan Huaimeng! She rubbed her cheeks desperately again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's all fake, it's all fake..."

Just as she was thinking this.

Suddenly, in the distance, the sound of a bus coming towards this side could be heard faintly.

The tires of the bus scraped against the ground, and the whole street was filled with a harsh sound like "scratching". Along with this sound, the tall and dark bus broke through the hazy fog, the headlights lit up, and slowly approached the platform little by little, inch by inch.

Looking at the bus coming towards him, Yan Huaimeng felt inexplicably relieved.

The car is coming, and there should be people on it. Although having more people may not necessarily help, having more people can at least make you more courageous.

With this thought in mind, she turned her head and glanced at her classmates: "The bus is coming, hurry up..."

However, the moment he turned around, the remaining words Yan Huaimeng wanted to say were choked in his throat and he couldn't say them.

Because when she turned around, she suddenly discovered that her classmates seemed to be in something wrong.

They who were originally playing and laughing stopped what they were doing, and gradually lined up in a long queue according to their height, weight and body shape, and stared blankly at the bus coming from the distance.

They looked like they were waiting for a bus, their postures were extremely natural and relaxed, no different from how they were during rush hour at school on weekdays.

However, this alone was enough to scare people! Because... it was late at night! Looking at those classmates with lifeless eyes and dead faces, Yan Huaimeng subconsciously covered his mouth with his hand and bit his lips to prevent himself from screaming.

What on earth is going on?! First, there was a person who looked like a corpse on the platform, then a strange bus came towards the platform, and finally, my classmate inexplicably seemed to have lost his soul and had no reaction...

What sin did I commit today?!

Yan Huaimeng wanted to cry.

However, even though she was crying out loud, the bus was getting closer and closer to the station.

Soon, with a "wooo" sound like the whistle of a classical train, the huge and dark bus slowly stopped at the platform.

Its deep door slowly opened, and the environment inside was like hell, bottomless.

After the car door opened, the students entered one by one in mechanical steps.

After that, Yan Huaimeng also walked up the stairs with a stiff expression.

She actually didn't want to get in the car.

But just now, she lost control of her body...

It was as if something was pushing her forward, forcing her to go forward...

An invisible force pulled Yan Huaimeng and allowed her to slowly walk into the bus.

Just as she was about to step into the bus, she seemed to vaguely see from the corner of her eye that the pale-faced man with a red scarf behind her put on a hood.

He followed behind him and slowly walked up the stairs.