In the car behind Gao Ming, the ones dressed in ordinary clothes were old classmates from class thirteen, while those clad in red blood garments were all the most terrifying ghosts!
To catch a glimpse of his own killer, Gao Ming recalled the memory of his gruesome death over and over again, summoning every ghost from an appalling future.
The fatal blow he swung at the killer was forged by the countless cleavers that had struck him in the past.
"You all stay on the bus, and don't run around," Gao Ming actually didn't need to leave the bus; he was just worried that he might draw the killer onto the bus, causing the students to die.
"Once I've taken care of my business, I'll continue taking you folks home."
Opening the bus door, Gao Ming smiled, his hand holding the Divine Fire, looking like a madman.
