Luo Dong, extremely unstable mentally, stared ahead, vaguely feeling as though the car had become livelier.
Glancing at the rearview mirror inside the vehicle, Luo Dong broke into a cold sweat as he realized that his car had become filled with people without his knowledge.
At first, they were somewhat blurred, but as more blood flowed from the heart of the Flesh Statue, the bodies of those passengers became increasingly solid.
"What are all these things?"
The passengers sitting in the bus were more bizarre than the next, including patients wearing Li Shan Hospital gowns, patients who had been dismembered and then stitched back together, as well as faceless residents of the residential area. Most unexpectedly, in the last row of the car sat an old lady who appeared panicked.
Ignoring the terrifying passengers inside and the surging tide of corpses outside, the old lady grasped the handrail, walking inside the bus and then ran over to the driver, Luo Dong.
