Chapter 27 The Crybaby's Endless Escape (Part 8)
As soon as the door was pushed open, a gust of cold wind blew into Mo Wuchang's face.
He shivered from the cold and was about to ask Si Yisi what exactly she wanted him to do when Si Yisi closed the wide-open door, leaving only a crack.
"Foolish." Si Yisi glanced at Mo Wuchang lightly, only to be met with a blatant "whatever my boss says is right" expression.
It's a bit too much for my eyes.
Si Yisi knew, of course, that Mo Wuchang wasn't truly stupid; the fact that he could keenly observe things that other players couldn't prove it.
To be honest... he was just unlucky.
If you have the reputation of being unpredictable, wouldn't you be heading to the underworld sooner?
"What are we waiting for?" Mo Wuchang asked.
"Wait for yesterday's bus." Si Yisi didn't hide anything from him, after all, this time she was planning to use him as bait.
Guang Siyi went alone... He was afraid that the air-conditioning ghost girl would cower and run away as soon as she saw him.
"???"
Mo Wuchang was completely bewildered.
"The landlord complains that we don't pay enough rent. What would happen if we paid him more? I'm curious, so I want to try it out." Si Yisi looked up, stopping the tears that were about to fall.
"What does this have to do with buses?"
Mo Wuchang asked the question reflexively, but immediately his mind raced and he realized what was going on.
The landlord, like the building itself, seemed to be something sinister; he definitely wouldn't accept money from the living. So… what about money from the dead, or rather, from ghosts?
The four tenants in the rental apartment were nowhere to be found at this time, so there was no room for maneuver.
Um... so you decided to take advantage of the bus?
Logically speaking, there should be no problem at all, but Mo Wuchang always felt a chilling wind around him, as if the possessing ghost from yesterday had clung to him again.
He shuddered, a bad feeling creeping over him.
"What...what am I supposed to do?"
"Barecloth." Si Yisi's eyes welled up with tears again from the cold wind. He answered Mo Wuchang, "I'm worried they'll run away as soon as they see me, you understand?"
His wet eyes stared at Mo Wuchang. He looked like a weak little deer, but inside he was probably... a Hulk? Mo Wuchang was startled by his own imagination and couldn't help but shudder.
Si Yisi had a gut feeling that Mo Wuchang was thinking about things he shouldn't be thinking.
"Uh... I understand."
No sooner had Mo Wuchang finished speaking than the sound of car brakes came from outside the crack in the door.
The bus I took yesterday was parked next to the street sign near my rental apartment, its open doors a dark, gaping hole like a gaping mouth.
Mo Wuchang glanced at Si Yisi subconsciously, and inwardly murmured a sigh of sympathy for the ghost.
I'm sorry, I'm also helpless in being an accomplice to evil.
Mo Wuchang boarded the bus without any trouble. The female driver looked at him and gave him a bloodthirsty smile.
"Hello, yesterday's...human...guest."
Mo Wuchang thought of Si Yisi, whom he had hidden behind him, and gave the female driver, whose neck had been forcibly turned around, a look of sympathy.
Female driver: ???
Then, she bumped into Si Yisi, who was sobbing.
Female driver: "!!!"
Her surprise caused the bus to brake suddenly and come to a stop, while Si Yisi leaned out in her direction, giving her a smile that was tinged with tears.
The passengers sitting in their seats also revealed themselves; they were all corpses in varying degrees of decomposition, and they were staring straight at Mo Wuchang.
A ghost head popped out of the air conditioner, but when it saw Si Yisi's profile, it quickly shrank back inside.
"Hold on for a while," Si Yisi said to Mo Wuchang.
He grabbed the female driver like a chick and then, with lightning speed, stuffed something into her collar.
—Yeah, Baldy.
Crackling, sizzling, hissing!
The aroma of "roasted ghosts," their flesh charred by electric sparks, wafted through the air. Ah Tu, tears streaming down his face, frantically unleashed his electricity. If he could speak, he would probably curse Si Yisi, that unscrupulous system, a thousand times over.
After quickly dealing with the female driver, Si Yisi pushed Mo Wuchang aside and looked at the few remaining corpses of passengers scattered in the seats.
Mo Wuchang watched as Si Yisi shed tears, each tear falling onto the bus and knocking down a non-human being.
Mo Wuchang: “⊙o⊙”
A certain suspicion in his mind became more and more certain—tears are indeed a powerful force!
He thought he should do his part, but then he saw a familiar female ghost face emerge from the air conditioner.
Miss Air Conditioner's eyeballs popped out, and a swarm of beetles rained down from the sky, attacking—
Si Yisi hadn't had time to clean up the monster-like face.
Mo Wuchang: "???"
After watching the air-conditioning ghost girl swiftly and decisively kill her own kind, he gave Si Yisi a stiff, ingratiating smile.
Are ghosts now sucking up to powerful figures too?!
After Si Yisi killed the moving corpses of the passengers in front of her, she used strips of torn curtains to tie them together like a bunch of rice dumplings, and didn't forget to stuff a wad of curtains into each one's mouth.
"Waaaaah!" A faint, indistinct wailing sound suddenly echoed throughout the bus.
Now look at the unfortunate female driver and the unfortunate bald man. The female driver has been electrocuted and turned into a roasted ghost, so charred that she even smells like meat.
Si Yisi also saw the air conditioner ghost's ingratiating smile. He had absolutely no interest in dealing with such a boring ghost, so he just went along with her.
"Um, we've taken over the buses, what's next, boss?"
Mo Wuchang cautiously reminded him that judging from his boss's tearful appearance, he hadn't had enough fun yet.
But he felt his heart couldn't take it. How could there be such a big difference between people... ugh, between people and big shots?
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Si Yisi clapped her hands, looked at the ghosts with blurry, tearful eyes, and said slowly and weakly, "Hand over your money."
Just then, the air conditioner ghost stretched out several arms surrounded by ghostly energy, and with a few swift movements, several coins fell into Si Yisi's open palm.
—They just happened to overlap into a single stack.
"Wow, that's some serious business acumen! That's some serious sycophancy!" Mo Wuchang was once again deeply astonished.
He was actually no match for a ghost.
I feel a bit frustrated.
"Goodbye, have a safe journey." Si Yisi uttered these seemingly friendly farewell words, which were almost like a curse, and then casually stepped off the bus with the money he had stolen from the ghost.
The Ghost Beach behind him had turned into a muddy mess, constantly flowing with blood and tears, which stained the bus floor red.
Waaaaah.
You're bullying me, waaaaaah!
The female driver twitched her body once, then twitched again, each twitch very clearly, like a dead loach that still tried to move a few times.
Si Yisi was refreshed and in good spirits after robbing the ghost, and was unaffected except for some swelling in her upper and lower eyelids.
Si Yisi blocked the old landlord in the storage room and handed him a pile of money.
What impact will this have?
Could we put him in a haunted house, or increase the playability?
Si Yisi, who was determined to tear the living ghost apart, looked forward to it with great anticipation.
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