pertwk Chapter 54 The bus is full
Chapter 54 The bus is full
The second clone, who was sitting in the back of the bus with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, which were filled with confusion and fear.
Before he could react further, the light in his eyes suddenly vanished, and his whole body became stiff and numb, motionless. At that moment, his monocle shattered.
As the monocle suddenly shattered and dissipated into a wisp of ghostly light, more than forty figures appeared out of thin air in the ghost bus.
More than forty figures stared at each other, surrounding a motionless corpse lying on the ground.
The vengeful spirit within the corpse had been successfully suppressed, and now it was completely silent on the bus. Even the frost on its surface had melted away, making it appear as just an ordinary corpse.
"It's over, we're really doomed!"
The first clone nervously surveyed the dozens of ghost slave clones on the bus. While feeling regretful, he couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Damn the original body, what a coward! He didn't even come out to stop such a big thing. Now that the bus is suddenly full, who knows what terrifying things will happen."
The main body is still hidden in the supernatural medium of the first clone. He has been observing the outside world all along. He can see everything the clone does clearly. At first, he also agreed with the clone's actions. After all, why not do something that can increase one's supernatural abilities?
However, he overlooked the fact that they were still on the bus, and this was not a suitable time to try something like this. When he saw the ghost undergo an unknown change and launch an indiscriminate supernatural attack, he realized the seriousness of the problem.
But it was too late. The ghost was extremely terrifying. When it launched its indiscriminate attack, the outcome was already decided. The derivative supernatural power carried by the second clone was simply no match for such a terrifying supernatural attack. Instead of stopping it, Su Qin crawled into the supernatural medium of the ghost slave clone next to him.
Su Qin is currently hiding in the supernatural medium of the ghost slave's clone, looking extremely troubled.
"I was careless. I ran too fast and didn't think that if I had killed all the ghost slave clones outside, the bus wouldn't have been so full! I still suffer from not having any supernatural abilities! This damn clone keeps causing me trouble. I wonder what the situation is like outside right now."
The oppressive force of the bus was still there, and Su Qin couldn't see what was happening outside. He could only pray that he could escape.
At this moment, inside the bus, the originally dim yellow lights were flickering incessantly, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if there had been a short circuit.
The display showing the number of passengers was flickering, as if the program was malfunctioning. It would show 1, 45, and 0 for a while before finally going completely black.
The lights inside the carriage seemed to suddenly all go out, plunging the entire carriage into darkness, with only the headlights still on.
The bus itself seemed largely unaffected, continuing to move at full speed without any sign of stalling. The terrifying oppressive force inside the bus remained, and the clones were like ordinary people, completely unable to use any supernatural abilities. Even their appearances began to change, reverting to their original corpse forms.
"This is a big problem. I'm probably going to die here this time."
The first clone huddled next to the driver's seat, watching the changes inside the car, his heart pounding.
He could clearly sense that something was wrong. The oppressive force of the bus had increased significantly, and his appearance had completely reverted to that of a foreigner. All the supernatural entities around him had stopped moving, and he could only barely control his body with his remaining consciousness.
The temperature inside the bus seemed to drop several degrees suddenly, making it feel very cold and oppressive, as if even breathing was a difficult thing.
Immediately afterwards, a strong stench of rotting corpses filled the carriage, making people want to vomit.
The first clone was on edge. He knew that this phenomenon meant that some kind of balance inside the bus might have been broken, the bus was beginning to show its true terror, and the vengeful ghost might be about to come out and kill people.
"What should I do? Without supernatural power, I will definitely be killed by the bus and will not be able to escape this ghost bus. If I die, the supernatural medium will be broken and my true form will be exposed, and I will also die."
This ghost bus is truly terrifying; it's probably one of the most terrifying even among S-class buses. He couldn't think of any way to leave the bus, nor could he withstand an attack from it. The unknown terrorist attack would likely come soon.
The number one clone quickly scanned the carriage, looking for a place to hide, and finally his gaze locked onto the driver's seat.
The driver's seat is probably the only safe place on a bus. Under normal circumstances, as long as you sit in the driver's seat, you won't be targeted by any evil spirits on the bus. But now the bus is full, and the situation is special. No one can say for sure whether it is still safe there.
Moreover, there is a terrifying ghost in the driver's seat, which is very likely the core of this bus. With the bus fully loaded, this terrifying ghost may also go out of control.
But the situation became increasingly urgent. Doppelganger No. 1 had no time to think and could only crawl under the driver's seat. The space under the seat was extremely narrow, and he used all his strength to barely squeeze in and curl up to hide underneath.
He didn't know if it would be safe, so he could only try it blindly.
Sizzle~
As soon as clone number 1 crawled inside, it heard strange noises coming from outside, which were coming from the driver's seat above.
A tearing sound—it sounded like leather being ripped apart, but clone number 1 dared not investigate the cause and could only strain its ears to listen to the sounds outside.
Inside the carriage were more than forty ghost slave clones, who were like walking corpses, their bodies stiff and sluggish. The remaining human consciousness within them could barely control their movements.
The ghostly events on the bus were too terrifying; they were helpless and unable to escape. They could only stay inside the bus and wait for the terror to strike.
*Sizzle* A crack appeared on the driver's seat, gradually widening to reveal what was inside.
It was a corpse, a somewhat obese, bluish-black, highly decomposed corpse. The moment the corpse appeared, the stench in the entire carriage became even stronger; the corpse was the source of this putrid smell.
The obese, rotting corpse suddenly opened its tightly closed eyes, its gray, lifeless pupils emitting a sinister, eerie light.
With a hiss, the gap in the seat widened, and the head of the obese, rotting corpse emerged from it; it moved.
The obese, rotting corpse stiffly and slowly raised its pus-oozing hands, propping up the seat cover high.
Snap! Its rotting hands pierced the leather sheath, and it gripped the sheath with stiff, slow tears.
With a ripping sound, the obese, rotting corpse tore a large hole in the leather sheath, ripping it open from head to toe, revealing the entire body of the obese, rotting corpse.
The number one clone, hiding under the car seat, held his breath. Although he didn't need to breathe, he covered his mouth and nose tightly with both hands, not daring to make the slightest sound.
His head was stuck under the car seat, his eyes fixed on the feet that had been lowered from the seat. They were barefoot, highly decomposed feet, less than three centimeters from his head. The liquid flowing from the legs almost dripped onto his head. The putrid stench made even a living corpse feel nauseous.
Those rotting feet slammed heavily on the ground, supporting the obese, decaying corpse as it stood upright.
It moved.
plop~ plop
The highly rotten feet, oozing foul-smelling pus, stomped heavily on the floor, making a strange thud, as if it were the sound of flesh falling from a great height.
These rotting feet carried the obese, decaying corpse, stiffly walking step by step toward the carriage. With each step, a black footprint dripping with foul-smelling liquid was left on the ground.
The ghostly clones in the carriage all stared intently at the front of the bus. The pungent stench and the footsteps echoing in the darkness indicated that the ghost on the bus had arrived.
At this moment, any struggle was futile. These ghost slave clones had already given up. This was an S-class terrifying ghost, and they had no chance of survival. They could only watch helplessly as a fat humanoid monster stiffly walked towards them from the darkness.
The obese, rotting corpse stiffly entered the carriage and stopped in front of the first row of seats. It stiffly raised its rotting, foul-smelling arm and grabbed at a ghost slave clone sitting in the seat. Instantly, the ghost slave clone's entire body seemed to have been hit violently, and it went limp like a lump of flesh. During this process, the ghost slave clone did not struggle or resist in the slightest.
The obese, rotting corpse grabbed the body, which resembled rotten mud, and stiffly brought it to its mouth. Its mouth opened stiffly, the rotting skin of its face was torn apart, splitting all the way to the ears, and its mouth was opened to an unbelievable arc. The jaw was completely separated, held together only by a little bit of rotting flesh.
That gaping maw was like a bottomless abyss, pitch black, as if something even more terrifying was hidden inside.
Click~ Click
The obese, rotting corpse stuffed the body into its large mouth and slowly chewed it, making a crunching sound—the sound of bones being bitten into powder.
In just a few seconds, the clone completely disappeared from the world.
The obese, rotting corpse did not stop its actions. After finishing the corpse, it reached out to another ghost slave clone next to it. That ghost slave clone still had no power to resist. With just a touch, its entire body turned into a puddle of mud.