Chapter 125: The Survivors: They are both unwilling and jealous of his survival...
Wang Hexu was so frightened that he almost couldn't breathe. He forced himself to stay calm and control himself from screaming. He waved to the driver and said:
“No… No…”
The driver stopped looking at him and turned to stare straight ahead. The door closed, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and drove the bus away from the stop.
Not long after this dilapidated K3 bus left, another K3 bus arrived at the bus stop. This K3 bus was obviously a new bus, most likely put into use after the previous K3 bus crashed.
There were only a few passengers on the bus, some playing with their phones, others sleeping with their heads tilted to one side. The driver also looked normal. After opening the door, he quietly waited for Wang Hexu to get on.
It's normal, too normal.
But Wang Hexu was frightened and hesitated to take a step.
The driver thought the kid was strange—only bus K3 stopped at this stop, and the high school student must be waiting for the K3. But when the bus arrived, he refused to get on. He had no idea what he was thinking.
The driver reminded him, "Young man, this is the last bus. If you dawdle any longer, there will be no more."
“Oh, oh…”
Wang Hexu got on the bus with his bag, hurriedly took out his bus card, swiped it, and walked towards the empty seat in the back.
Half an hour later, the bus stopped at the Qianyuan Community bus stop. Before Wang Hexu got off the bus, he saw his mother waiting for him at the bus stop.
After Wang Hexu got off the bus, he asked:
"Mom, why did you go out? It's very cold tonight, don't catch a cold."
"Mom suddenly feels uneasy..."
The mother took Wang Hexu's hand and took him home.
"I made you some loofah soup. When you get home, add some noodles to it. A little bit. You can't eat too much at this time."
When Wang Hexu was growing up, he could eat a lot and digested food quickly. He would often eat in the morning and be starving by 10 p.m. After evening self-study classes, he would always have to eat another meal, otherwise he would have trouble falling asleep.
Wang Hexu did not tell his mother about the strange bus he encountered. He was afraid of scaring her in the middle of the night. He also felt that it was just a coincidence, an unreal dream, and he would never encounter it again.
The next day, the day after, everything was normal.
But on the fourth night, Wang Hexu, who was waiting for the bus at the bus stop 150 meters east of the school gate, once again encountered the crowded K3 bus.
He rubbed his eyes, raised his head, and looked through the car door into the driver's face.
The face was still blurry. If you looked closely, you could vaguely see a pale paper face with rosy cheeks.
The paper man slowly smiled at him.
The driver asked him in a hoarse voice: "Little classmate, would you like to get in the car?"
The sound was obviously very small, but it was extremely clear in Wang Hexu's ears, and there was an echo, as if the source of the sound was in his head.
Everyone in the car turned their heads, looking at Wang Hexu expectantly. They were quiet, not making a sound. Yet, they were also incredibly noisy. They looked at Wang Hexu with eager, greedy eyes, like they were looking at prey. Their eyes were filled with the words:
Get in the car, get in the car quickly.
Wang Hexu took a deep breath and said, "No."
The driver and the passengers on the bus showed disappointed expressions. The driver pressed a button, the door closed, and the dilapidated bus left the station and gradually drove away.
Wang Hexu looked down at his watch.
He was waiting at the bus stop...
Soon, another K3 bus arrived. It was brand new and had few passengers. The driver's middle-aged, fat, and bloated face was not very good-looking, but his facial features were clear, without the paleness of a paper man and without a creepy smile.
The passenger was also immersed in his mobile phone and did not look up.
This is the real K3 bus.
Wang Hexu breathed a sigh of relief and got into the car.
The next night, the K3 route he waited for was normal.
However, the next day, he encountered the strange bus on the overcrowded K3 bus again. He calmly refused the driver's request to get on. A day later, the strange bus appeared before him again.
It's happening more and more frequently.
But Wang Hexu already had experience and was able to remain calm when it appeared. He would not get on the car. He would never step onto this car that came from nowhere and went nowhere.
But... things in this world will never be that easy.
On the third day of the National Day holiday, Wang Hexu went to attend the birthday party of his junior high school classmate.
He didn't stay out very late. When he left the karaoke bar and was about to go home, it was still light outside.
He was standing at a bus stop not far from the KTV waiting for the bus.
He is going to take bus No. K13 to go home.
Unlike the K3 route, most of whose stops are located in the remote suburbs, the K13 route runs between the railway station, bus station and the economic center of the old city. It is so crowded during rush hours in the morning and evening that you can hardly get on the bus, and don't even think about getting on the bus during holidays.
Wang Hexu didn't have to wait long for the bus to arrive. When the door opened, he saw an empty seat. He was delighted and took out his bus card, ready to get on the bus, hoping to sit in that seat.
However, he was dragged out of the car again.
The person who pulled him out of the car was an old man...
The old man looks very familiar.
In early September, it was this old man who pulled Wang Hexu off the K3 bus at the bus stop near the school.
"Young man, why do you always get on the wrong bus?"
Under Wang Hexu's doubtful gaze, the old man pointed at the electronic display on the side of the car and said,
"Aren't you going to take bus K13?"
Yes, this is K13 Road!
Wang Hexu was about to say this, but he saw that the number "1" in the middle of K13 Road had disappeared. What was in front of him was clearly K3 Road, not K13 Road.
An old car, a crowded carriage, a driver with a smile on his face...it was that strange last bus.
It left at night, came from the remote suburbs to the bustling city, and appeared in front of Wang Hexu again.
Wang Hexu shook off the old man's hand, quickly left the bus stop, walked to a taxi waiting for passengers on the side of the road, and asked the driver to take him home.
He could no longer face this incident calmly, and after returning home, he told his parents about the bus incident. He not only told them about the bus incident, but also described to his parents the characteristics of the old man who pulled him off the bus twice.
"Very thin, half of his hair is white, he has small eyes and scowls... He looks a bit like that ugly stray cat downstairs..."
There was surprise in the eyes of both father and mother. They looked at each other and the father stood up to get the photo album.
The father spread out the photo album in front of Wang Hexu, pointed at the old black-and-white photo of the elderly man sitting in the middle of the group photo, and asked:
"Is it like this?"
Wang Hexu exclaimed in surprise: "...Yes, it's him!"
The mother said to Wang Hexu, "This is your great-grandfather. He died before you were born."
Wang Hexu's parents were initially skeptical of the strange buses he frequently encountered, thinking he might be stressed out by school and in need of a doctor. But Wang Hexu's description of his great-grandfather, whom he had never met, convinced them to believe the mystery.
After the holiday, the municipal high school started, and Wang Hexu’s parents no longer let him take the bus at night, but drove him home.
Wang Hexu never took any bus again.
However, K3 Road’s entanglement with him did not end there.
When his father was driving him home, they encountered the K3 bus on the road. When Wang Hexu turned his head, he saw the window of the K3 bus open and the people on the bus waved at him as if to say hello.
At midnight, Wang Hexu often dreamed that in front of a lonely bus stop, the K3 bus came from a distance, stopped, and opened the door for him.
Seeing that his condition was getting worse day by day, his parents took him to three famous hospitals for examination but to no avail. They had no choice but to start asking relatives and friends for someone who could handle this kind of thing.
"Your son should have died in the traffic accident along with the people in the car."
A distant relative said to my father and mother,
"But by some strange coincidence, he missed the train and survived. The deceased were unwilling and jealous of his survival, so they kept haunting him."
"You must quickly find a way to liberate these souls, otherwise, your son will be taken away by that car sooner or later."
Wang's parents were horrified by what this distant relative said. They asked him for the contact information of the Spiritual Master's Mansion and begged him to save their son.
This commission came to the Spiritual Master's Mansion and came before Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can.
Lin Zhuyue asked "Duan Junheng": "Isn't this urgent?"
Duan Junheng replied calmly:
"It's not urgent. As scary as it sounds, if the victim hadn't stepped on that bus, he wouldn't have died."
"You say it so easily."
Shi Chan held the pen and filled in the information on the task execution application. He wrote quickly and complained.
"But, Lord City Lord, you don't think that the two of us really trust you to give us a simple task?"
"That's your business."
Duan Junheng picked up the cup of fragrant black coffee, shook it gently, and said,
"I won't reveal too much. Spiritual Masters never rely solely on combat prowess to complete missions. Their ability to investigate incidents is also part of the assessment. Otherwise, you're just useless people with strong limbs and simple brains. In a torrent, if you don't have a smart head, you'll easily die."
Shi Can handed the pen to Lin Zhuyue, and did not forget to mock Ming Hui, saying:
"You talk a lot of nonsense, always spouting things everyone already knows. You didn't become the feared Ghost King just by spouting nonsense, did you?"
"And perhaps well-developed limbs."
Minghui was not very patient with the young man and urged him,
"Fill out the application form and leave quickly. Don't bother me."
Lin Zhuyue placed the registration form on Minghui's desk and left the office building with Shican.
Lin Zhuyue reached out and grabbed Shi Can's sleeve.
Shi Can raised his hand, pulled his sleeve out of Lin Zhuyue's hand, and held her hand, which was smaller than his, and said:
"Isn't holding hands good? Why did you have to grab the sleeves? Yesterday, the housekeeper was sorting my clothes and asked me if I still wanted that sweater that cost 4,500 yuan. I asked him why he didn't want it since he had only just bought it. He said one sleeve was too long and the other was too short, and one was loose and the other was tight."
Lin Zhuyue: "..."
Lin Zhuyue stopped.
Shi Can also stopped and turned around to face her.
"It doesn't matter if the sleeves are one long and one short."
Lin Zhuyue held Shi Can's hand and said,
"It would be troublesome if one arm is longer than the other, so it's better to hold hands less."
"You can hold both hands, first the right hand and then the left hand."
Shi Can also extended his other hand in front of Lin Zhuyue, and said in a soft and affectionate tone,
"That way you won't have short arms."
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