Cheng Shuang pulled the blanket up to cover her eyes, and like the two big brims of the hat, she closed her eyes to rest.
Perhaps feeling that his hints weren't strong enough, and that the young girl couldn't understand his gaze, the middle-aged man secretly clicked his tongue and repeatedly tried to unbuckle his seatbelt to move to the seat next to him, but was interrupted by the bus suddenly accelerating or changing lanes.
As a result, Cheng Shuang was able to take a short nap.
With a bang, the bus braked suddenly, and the screeching sound of brake pads and tires grinding against each other filled the air as the little girl crashed into the partition.
Given her height, it just reached her neck.
She coughed for a long time before her throat stopped hurting so much.
The bus continued its journey.
Cheng Shuang touched her neck, and when she looked up again, several dark shadows flashed past the window.
It then slammed against the bus window again, like a moth drawn to a flame.
Despite the car swaying violently from the impact, the windows showed no signs of damage, and the car's speed actually increased.
Cheng Shuang couldn't help but wipe the condensation off the glass with her palm. She saw several strange-looking creatures with huge wings constantly crashing into the sides of the bus.
A passenger let out a horrified scream. The little girl turned her head to look curiously. The middle-aged man also wiped the glass window closest to him clean. He looked at the creature outside the window with a look of panic on his face and couldn't help but let out a scream that was sharper than most people's.
Cheng Shuang couldn't help but straighten up and look at the people in the seats in front and behind her. Most of them had expressions that were a mixture of surprise and fear.
The little girl rubbed her eyes, then rubbed them again, doubting whether she was seeing the same scene as others.
Why did she see something in her field of vision that was so abstract, like brightly colored building blocks, that it was impossible to tell what species it was?
When Cheng Shuang's eyes were almost sore from rubbing them, she suddenly remembered the visual mosaic bug. Then, her vision blurred, as if a switch had been flipped, and everything in front of her began to turn into a mosaic...
This includes those who act as maintainers for passengers.
Everyone's faces and clothes were blurred, and Cheng Shuang's heart skipped a beat.
She turned her head and took a closer look at the middle-aged man across the aisle, then breathed a sigh of relief.
Because this man is bald, his mosaic image is easily recognizable, as only his head and face have a normal skin tone, and it is round and plump, making him quite easy to identify.
How can you guard against someone with malicious intentions if you can't even remember their face?
Besides, the two in the wide-brimmed hats and the girl in the white dress were easy to recognize. As for the others, they were just mosaics in Cheng Shuang's eyes... The couple embracing each other were a large mosaic, and the ticket seller's face was a colorful mosaic. If it weren't for their special positions, Cheng Shuang might not have been able to distinguish them by the subtle differences.
She sighed softly. In this realm of death, there were no trustworthy companions; she could only rely on the bear cubs.
The little girl took out the zombie-like creature and tried to recognize people through its gaze by looking through the blanket.
However, the mosaic bug was too powerful, and even the guy who "sees" people with his mental power couldn't escape being "blinded".
At this moment, Cheng Shuang desperately hoped that she could wake up a dog doll with a keen sense of smell. If she didn't have a dog, then... a dragon would do too?
Dragon Flame: Awooooo, I'll bite you... no, no, I'll burn you!
The ticket seller, who had been silent all along, stood up and held up a large sign that read: Passengers who purchased hot cocoa drinks, please finish your drinks. The bus will change lanes and accelerate shortly.
Cheng Shuang subconsciously glanced at the two wide-brimmed hats in the row in front of her. The other person cooperated and finished their drink. Without hesitation, she picked up her now-cooled cocoa, glanced at it, and saw that the mosaic cup was full of black mosaic pieces. Suppressing the feeling of choking, the girl closed her eyes and drank it all in one gulp.
It's a bit sweet, but the main flavor is cocoa, which is perfect for replenishing energy in a cold atmosphere.
Just as Cheng Shuang finished his drink, the bus, which was already not driving very steadily, became increasingly adrift like a small boat on the sea due to the continuous impacts from several winged black mosaic creatures. Occasionally, the bus would be knocked off the track and drift away.
The four guinea pig drivers were driving like car gods, maneuvering and weaving through the fog-shrouded, invisible streets with the aura of a roller coaster.
Cheng Shuang even felt the push-back sensation of climbing a steep slope after one acceleration, followed by a downward rush that made her heart jump to her throat, choking back any screams, and then, headfirst...
The little girl with her hair flying wildly calmly gripped the seatbelt, which was as thin as a rope, letting the two thin straps tighten around her shoulders and abdomen to their maximum limit.
Even so, the unknown species flying outside did not give up hunting, making strange and funny noises. The little girl, who was standing upside down, looked out the window and, in the instant the bus slid down, she spotted a dark mass flying over from the thin mist.
A cacophony of irritation erupted from the driver's seat: "Damn it, is this ever going to end? I hate parasites the most, they eat everything, they eat everything!"
"I hate parasites the most. They eat everything, but they can't even eat their own flesh!"
"I eat everything, I eat everything, but I can't eat my own flesh, it tastes awful!"
"I'll eat anything, but I can't eat my own flesh. I'm not afraid of anything that tastes awful, but I'm most afraid of whoever eats me and they'll die!"
Cheng Shuang pursed her lips and sighed again, "No wonder it's a bus heading to the food street; it can't stop talking about food every three sentences."
The guinea pig drivers were cute in size, but their voices were those of a deep, gruff old man. They all spoke in unison, "Shut up, ticket seller, go and take care of this!"
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