On a foggy morning, a corner of the station seemed particularly lonely. In the fog, a dilapidated yellow school bus slowly drove by, looming.
The dim yellow light from the car lights shines through the fog.
Bai Yuanxiang reluctantly looked back at the school. She slowly extended her corpse-green hand to Su Qingyu: "Dear Master, I have been with you in the school for a total of six days. Please pay me six ribs or twelve thousand ghost coins. .”
The book has its own golden house.
Even if you can't get a gold house, you still have crispy ribs.
There is a price to pay for using strange power.
The price of being careless is calculated based on the number of times, one heart or ten thousand hell coins each time.
Bai Yuanxiang's price is calculated based on the number of days, one rib or two thousand net coins per day.
Zhuang Xiaodie was startled, and she said in disbelief: "There are only twelve ribs in each person's body. Aren't you the patron saint of herrings? Whose patron saint can slap people's ribs?"
"It's the content of the contract." Bai Yuanxiang was the same as all ordinary weird ones. She helped Su Qingyu based on the contract, not feelings.
Weirdness is emotionless.
Su Qingyu took out 12,000 Ming coins and handed them to Bai Yuanxiang.
The school bus stops at the bus station.
The yellow body is painted with red paint, and Car No. 3568 is written in large letters.
This number exactly corresponds to the number on the ticket.
The car windows were covered with water drops, as if they had just driven through the rain.
Suddenly, the door of the yellow school bus slowly opened with a sharp and piercing sound.
Su Qingyu saw the driver wearing a black uniform and black hat, with no expression on his face and his hands on the steering wheel.
She said to Zhuang Xiaodie: "Let's get in the car."
Su Qingyu already had one foot on the car.
Zhuang Xiaodie lowered her head. She looked back at Daystar High School, filled with an unreal feeling.
I was obviously ready to work hard for a year, but I left here in just one week.
She raised her head and asked, "Where are Bai Huo and Luo Zixuan? Don't we tell them?"
In the past few days, they have helped each other, and Zhuang Xiaodie has regarded them as friends who share life and death.
"I only have two tickets." Su Qingyu certainly has the ability to get four tickets, but she won't do that.
Zhuang Xiaodie lowered her eyes in disappointment, and her voice was very soft, like a slight sigh: "They will die...right?"
"They will survive." Su Qingyu's tone was full of certainty.
Luo Zixuan is the heroine, who can turn disaster into good luck.
Bai Huo is the male protagonist's friend. They haven't met yet, and they won't die like this.
Zhuang Xiaodie felt no longer heavy after hearing this.
She looked up at her best friend. In fact, in the past few days, she found that her herring had changed.
In the past, Zhuang Xiaodie took care of Su Qingyu.
When she was a child, she would climb trees and dig out bird's nests, and she would let Su Qingyu be the first to pick out the birds.
When she was in school, Su Qingyu was too lazy to do her summer homework, so she would spend the last day of the vacation with her to make up for it.
Someone confessed to Su Qingyu on the confession wall. She would happily help Su Qingyu with her makeup and lend her limited edition clothes to Su Qingyu.
Later, Su Qingyu's family went bankrupt, and a group of guys appeared in the school who favored the superiors and suppressed the inferiors. Zhuang Xiaodie helped Su Qingyu push back one by one.
All classmates isolated Su Qingyu, so she stood up and told everyone that she was Su Qingyu's best friend.
She has always been the one holding the umbrella.
Until the strange resurgence.
The world has become strange.
Familiar people disappeared one by one, and there was only one expression on the faces of strangers.
In dark corners, countless dangers breed.
Zhuang Xiaodie became the one who needed to be protected.
It was Su Qingyu who held the umbrella for her.
Zhuang Xiaodie felt that her best friend had become smarter, stronger, and braver.
That night, Su Qingyu carried her back to the dormitory, and her heart almost melted. She remembered that when Su Qingyu fell into the ditch when she was a child, she also carried the crying Su Qingyu home on her back.
Since arriving at Daystar High School, Su Qingyu seems to have never missed a choice.
At this moment, Su Qingyu told her that Bai Huo and Luo Zixuan would not die, and she was willing to choose to believe it.
Zhuang Xiaodie got on the school bus.
The school bus door is closed.
The interior of the carriage was dim, with lights flickering on and off, illuminating the tired faces of the passengers.
There were only two empty seats left.
Su Qingyu and Zhuang Xiaodie were sitting in their seats. The female conductor, wearing a tight black uniform with a faded copper badge on her collar, walked over on red high heels.
Her face was as pale as paper, her features were indifferent, and her movements were slow and mechanical.
"Two passengers, please show your tickets."
Su Qingyu handed the ticket to the female conductor. After checking the ticket, the female conductor tore off the ticket stub, handed it to Su Qingyu, and then said with a smile: "Your destination is Qingchong Subway Station."
"Okay." Su Qingyu nodded.
She found the stops written on the carriage where the school bus would pass.
They are: Daystar High School—Sunshine Community—Qingchong Subway Station—Tianfu Lingcheng—Black Lake Scenic Area—Human Bone Church
This ticket belongs to the physical education teacher. She should have changed trains at Qingchong subway station.
Su Qingyu looked at Tianfu Lingcheng and realized that Daystar High School was only three stops away from her home.
The vehicle starts.
When the school bus arrived at the main gate of the campus, Su Qingyu saw new school buses approaching one after another in the thick fog.
The school bus was filled with new trialists.
When cars met each other, Su Qingyu saw a familiar figure in the opposite car through the car window.
The girl with double braids and thick glasses looked at the scenery outside the window with a gloomy expression.
It's smelling snow tea.
When their eyes met, Wen Xuecha placed his palms on the glass of the car window in disbelief and looked over.
Her eyes instantly became surprised, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something.
A person who should have died in the previous copy actually appeared in this world again.
Wen Xuecha's face was complicated. She thought that the number Su Qingyu gave her in the [Infinite Corridor] copy was actually an empty number!
At first, Wen Xuecha naively thought that Su Qingyu had remembered the wrong number. She felt sorry for Su Qingyu and even felt guilty because she had not been able to fulfill Su Qingyu's last wish.
But at this moment, seeing Su Qingyu still alive, Wen Xuecha instantly understood that this damn woman had already thought of a way out.
The noble sentiments of sacrificing one's life for righteousness and sacrificing oneself for others are all fake.
It even caused her to enter the [Police Station Dungeon], where her left eye was strangely gouged out before she escaped!
Su Qingyu waved to Wen Xuecha.
The fate is so great that he is not dead yet.
Wen Xuecha raised her chin and gave her a very rude middle finger.
She also breathed a sigh of relief on the glass, and then wrote "Damn liar!" on it with her finger.
