Rustle...
The sound of shattering from within grew louder and louder.
The light before his eyes turned from dim to pitch black.
When everything cleared up again,
the bus had already passed through the reflection of West Gana and encroached upon the domain of the Horror House.
Above in the sky, dense clouds amassed, with torrential rain and thunder interwoven.
Water pooled everywhere on the ground.
Two headlights lit up, and the outline of the bus gradually became clear, appearing at the school's entrance.
And those Evil Spirits standing in the rain with Black Umbrellas all lifted their heads, their eyes filled with dead silence and emptiness.
Hundreds of gazes converged in one place.
The psychological and physiological pressure was enough to make anyone collapse.
Du Wei stood at the front of the bus, straightened his bent back, his gaze cold and devoid of emotion as he coolly watched those umbrella-wielding Evil Spirits outside.
